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erated the few of his written sayings that my mother 

 brought to my notice that I think they powerfully affected 

 my character. I confess it gave me great pleasure when, 

 a few years ago, I saw two references to him in a volume 

 of Lady Carlisle's letters written from Paris in 1832. 

 The allusion was in a letter dated 'Paris, September 1st, 

 1832,' and was as follows: 'Edward Villiers is here, 

 only for one day. He is the image of George' (his 

 eldest brother), 'only handsomer and graver. I think 

 him uncommonly pleasing.' The other notice was on 

 November 5th, when the old lady says : ' Edward Villiers 

 is my love. He is delightful, excellent, and interesting. 

 A Villiers without any of the shades.' He died of con- 

 sumption at Nice in October, 1843. In Charles Gre- 

 ville's 'Memoirs' is the obituary notice which he wrote 

 for the ' Times' of November 7th. It has a certain 

 literary interest, as being so much more personal in 

 tone and more deliberately the act of a friend than is 

 usual in notices of the same kind to-day : 



' Last night came intelligence from Nice that Edward 

 Villiers was dead. He went there in a hopeless state, 

 was worse after his arrival ; then an abscess broke in 

 his lungs, which gave a momentary gleam of hope, but 

 he expired very soon after. I had a very great regard 

 for him, and he deserved it. He was a man little 

 known to the world in general — shy, reserved to 

 strangers, cold and rather austere in his manners, and, 

 being very short-sighted, made people think he meant 

 to slight them when he had no such intention. He was 

 not fitted to bustle into public notice, and such ambi- 

 tion as he had was not of the noisy and ostentatious 

 kind. But no man was more beloved by his family and 

 friends, and none could be more agreeable in any 

 society when he was completely at his ease. He was 

 most warm-hearted and affectionate, sincere, obliging, 



