The Hillsborough Recorder

The late lord Camelford, of duelling notoriety, entered one evening the prince of Wales's Coffee-House, and as was his usual custom, sat down and read the papers of the day. A dashing fellow, and as he thought himself, a first rate blood, entered afterwards, threw himself on the opposite seat of the same box, and in a consequential tone bawled, "Waiter! bring me a pint of Madeira, and a couple of wax candles, and put them in the next box." He then drew to himself lord Camelford's candles and began to read.

His lordship glanced a look of indignation, and continued reading his paper. The waiter soon re-appeared, and announced the completion of the gentleman's commands, who immediately lounged round his own box. Lord C. having finished his paragraph, called out in a mimic tone, "Waiter, bring me a pair of snuffers!" They were quickly brought, when his lordship laid down his paper, walked round the table in which the blood sat, snuffed out both his candles, and returned to his seat. Boiling with rage and fury, the indignant beau roared out, "Waiter, waiter, who the devil is this fellow, that dares to insult a gentleman? What is he? What do they call him?" "Lord Camelford, Sir;" replied the other, in a tone scarcely audible. The coxcomb, horror struck at his danger, said tremblingly, "what have I to pay?" On being told, he laid down his money and sneaked away, without even tasting his Madeira.