he Duke as he lay. Worley[7] was very much
affected at the sight, and one woman, the wife of Kendal, cried
bitterly, and I saw her stoop down and kiss his hand. The room
was then cleared and surrendered to the Lord Chamberlain's
people. Thus did I take my last leave of the poor Duke. I have
been the minister and associate of his pleasures and amusements
for some years, I have lived in his intimacy and experienced his
kindness, and am glad that I was present at this last sad
occasion to pay my poor tribute of respect and attachment to his
remains.

[7] [Worley was the Duke's stud-groom.]

[Page Head: ILLNESS OF THE DUKE OF YORK.]

After the October meetings of 1825 the Duke came to town, not in
good health. At the end of November the Duchess of Rutland died,
which was a great blow to him, and probably made him worse. A
short time after her funeral he went to Belvoir, when the Duke of
Rutland took him down into the vault, where he stayed an hour and
returned excessively chilled. From that moment he grew worse till
the time of the Ascot races. We went to Frogmore two days before
the party began, and for those two days he led a quiet life. When
the party was assembled he lived as he had been used to do, going
to the races, sitting at table, and playing for hours at whist.
He slept wretchedly and seldom went to bed, but passed the
greater part of the night walking about the room or dozing in his
chair. I used to go into his room, which was next to mine, the
moment I was out of bed, and generally found him in his dressing
gown, looking harassed and ill. He showed me his legs, which were
always swelled. Still he went on till the last day of the party,
and when we got to town he was so ill that M'Gregor, who came to
him that night, thought him in danger. From that moment the
illness was established which has ended in his death. They began
by putting him through several courses of mercury, and they sent
him to the Greenwoods' villa at Brompton. Here he continued to
receive everybody who called on him, and went out in his carriage
every day. They always said that he was getting better. In August
he went to Brighton, and soon after his arrival his legs
mortified. It was then that Taylor went down to him and told him
that he was in great and immediate danger. He received the
information with perfect composure. The gangrene, however, was
stopped, and he came to town to the Duke of Rutland's house. The
dropsy continued to