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New Zealand Tablet, Volume III, Issue 122, 27 August 1875, Page 7

Beau Brummel, ruined and abandoned, spent liis last days in an hotel at Boulogne. As Ids end approached his mind became deranged, and he no longer took pleasure in anything but one single occupation, ■which ho called his " vengeance " — a vengeance, alas, of a very innocent kind ! On certain evenings he attired himself in full evening costume, had all the tapers lighted in his salon, and then gavo the signal to an old valcfc who had remained faithful to him in his misfortune. The servant went out, and, returning, announced " The Duko of Northumberland," "The Duko of Argyle," and so on through ull the nobilily of tho United Kingdom, all of course being but imaginary visitors. At each name Brumniol bowed, and said, " Come in, my dear friend, come in." At last thero came the announcement, "Tho Prince of Wales," when tho old man, drawing himself up to his full height, answered dryly, " Tell his Royal Highness that I am not at heme." An instantaneous method for producing vinegar. — Praise one young lady to another.