Fifty years ago . pped, wears atremendously high stock, with a sham diamond pin, a€oat with a velvet collar, and a double-breasted waist-coat. His right hand is stuck—it is an aggressiveattitude—in his coat-tail pocket. The little old gentle-man who follows him, in black shorts and white silkstockings, will be gonebefore your time; so willyonder still more ancientgentleman in powderedhair and pigtail who walksslowly along. Pigtails inyour time will be cleanforgotten as well as blacksilk shorts. Do you see that thin,spare gentleman in thecloak, riding slowly alongthe street followed by amounted
Fifty years ago . pped, wears atremendously high stock, with a sham diamond pin, a€oat with a velvet collar, and a double-breasted waist-coat. His right hand is stuck—it is an aggressiveattitude—in his coat-tail pocket. The little old gentle-man who follows him, in black shorts and white silkstockings, will be gonebefore your time; so willyonder still more ancientgentleman in powderedhair and pigtail who walksslowly along. Pigtails inyour time will be cleanforgotten as well as blacksilk shorts. Do you see that thin,spare gentleman in thecloak, riding slowly alongthe street followed by amounted servant ? The people all take off their hats respectfully to him, andcountry folk gaze upon him curiously. That is theDuke. There is only one Duke to the ordinary is the Duke with the hook nose—the Iron Duke—the Duke of Wellington. The new-fashioned cabriolet, with a seat at the sidefor the driver and a high hood for the fare, is light andswift, but it is not beautiful nor is it popular. The E. THE LAST CABRIOLET DRIVER (From the Drawing by George Cruikshankin Sketches by Boz) 50 FIFTY YEARS AGO wheels are too high and the machine is too is always upsetting, and bringing its passengers togrief. Here is one of the new police, with blue swallow-tail coat tightly buttoned, and white trousers. Theyare reported to be mightily unpopular with the light-fingered gentry, with whose pursuits they are alwaysinterfering in a manner unknown to the ancientCharley. Here comes a gentleman, darkly and mysteriouslyclad in a fur-lined cloak, fastened at his neck by a brassbuckle, and falling to his feet, such a cloak as in your*time will only be used to enwrap the villains in aburlesque. But here no one takes any notice of goes a man who may have been an officer, anactor, a literary man, a gambler—anything; whateverhe was, he is now broken-down—his face is pale, hisgait is shuffling, his elbows are gone, his boots aregiving at the toes, and—see—the
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