Ferrers's lodgings and the Town Hall, where the race
assemblies were then held. He had, as was supposed,
obtained liquor privately, and then became outrageous;
for, from our house he suddenly escaped and proceeded to
the Town Hall, and, after many violent acts, threw a
silver tankard of scalding negus among the ladies. He was
then secured for that evening. This was the last time of
his appearing at Leicester, till brought from
Ashby-de-la-Zouche to prison there.

"It has been much regretted by his friends that, as Lady
Ferrers and some of his property had been taken from him,
no greater precaution had been used with respect to his
own safety as well as that of all around him. Whilst
sober, my father, who had a real regard for him, always
urged that he was quite manageable; and when his sisters
ventured to come with him to the races, they had an
absolute reliance on his good intentions and promises."

Once he disappeared for a time, and made his way to London, where he
lodged obscurely in the neighbourhood of Muswell Hill. Here he
surrounded himself with grooms and ostlers, and other low company of
both sexes, abandoning himself to orgies of debauchery. Among his milder
eccentricities he would, we are told, mix mud with his beer, and drain
tankard after tankard of the nauseating mixture. He drank his coffee
from the spout of the coffee-pot, and wandered about, a grotesque
figure, with one side of his face clean-shaven.

But even then he had sane moments, when the raving madman of yesterday
became the courteous, polite, shrewd man of to-day, charming all by his