cold, so that he wore a kind of fur doublet, under a shirt of a very
coarse warm linen with fine sleeves. When he rose, he was invested
in bodice made of stiff canvas, being scarcely able to hold himself
erect till they were laced, and he then put on a flannel waistcoat.
One side was contracted. His legs were so slender, that he enlarged
their bulk with three pairs of stockings, which were drawn on and
off by the maid, for he was not able to dress or undress himself,
and neither went to bed nor rose without help. His weakness made it
very difficult for him to be clean. His hair had fallen almost all
away, and he used to dine sometimes with Lord Oxford, privately, in
a velvet cap. His dress of ceremony was black, with a tie-wig, and
a little sword. The indulgence and accommodation which his sickness
required, had taught him all the unpleasing and unsocial qualities
of a valetudinary man. He expected that everything should give way
to his ease or humour, as a child, whose parents will not hear her
cry, has an unresisted dominion in the nursery.


"C'est que l'enfant toujours est homme,
C'est que l'homme est toujours enfant."


When he wanted to sleep he "nodded in company," and once slumbered
at his own table while the Prince of Wales was talking of poetry.

The reputation which his friendship gave procured him many
invitations, but he was a very troublesome inmate. He brought no
servant, and had so many wants, that a numerous attendance was
scarcely able to supply them. Wherever he was, he left no room for
another, because he exacted the attention, and employed the activity