AT BADMmTON. 



The Angel at Chippenliam ! Well^ it is many a long 

 day since I rested beneath the shadow of the wings of 

 this particular Angel, which now, as then, is a place 

 for any one to take his ease at his inn — if he covet real 

 comfort, and expects ^' good accommodation for man 

 and horse/^ Some thirty years ago, if memory serve 

 me rightly, I was the travelling companion of " Eliza- 

 beth Vassal, Lady Holland/^ in all her journeys to 

 and from Bowood, on the occasion of her annual visits 

 to Lord Lansdowne — having been selected by Isambard 

 Kingdom Brunei as his representative — standing in his 

 shoes, in fact, and taking charge of that distinguished 

 and considerate peeress when she travelled by rail. 

 Where now the celebrated personages whom it was 

 my privilege to meet at her luxurious and splendidly 

 appointed table : Moore, Kogers, Alvanley, Luttrell, 

 and many others of that type ? Gone ! As I sit 

 musing on the past a host of memories return. 



^^ What do you think of him ? " was a question 

 asked by Sir Henry Webster — Lady Holland's son — 

 at a marvellous dejeuner given at his residence, Gra- 

 nard Lodge, Eoehampton — where the distinguished 

 guests were assembled in such numbers that a table 

 had to be improvised for Count D'Orsay and myself, 

 with whom, by the way, I passed a by no means 

 mauvais quart cVhevre, 



