text:  As I looked round the wretched chamber in which this bold arrogant and busy spirit was evidently about to breathe its last Pope's lines on the most splendid _roue_ of his day involuntarily and painfully shot across my recollection:-- "In the worst inn's worst room with mat half hung The walls of plaster and the floor of dung; The George and Garter dangling from the bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red Great Villiers lies; alas how changed from him The glass of fashion!" I say no more of those scenes; a few days only enough to collect the branches of the family round the bed terminated every thing