Literary Gazette.

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COLONEL GEORGE HANGER.

Dining on one occasion at Carlton-house, it is said that, after the bottle had for some time circulated, his good-humoured volubility suddenly ceased, and he seemed for a time to be wholly lost in thought.  While he “chewed the cud” in this ruminating state, his illustrious host remarked his very unusual quiescency, and interrupted it by inquiring the subject of his meditation.  “I have been reflecting, Sir,” replied the colonel, “on the lofty independence of my present situation.  I have compromised with my creditors, paid my washerwoman, and have three shillings and sixpence left for the pleasures and necessities of life,” exhibiting at the same time current coin of the realm, in silver and copper, to that amount, upon the splendid board at which he sat.

Having occasion to express his gratitude to his friend and patron for his nomination to a situation under government (which, had he been prudent, might have sufficed for genteel support), it is said that the royal personage condescended to observe, on the colonel’s expatiating on the advantages of his office, that “now he was rich, he would so far impose upon his hospitality as to dine with him;” at the same time insisting on the repast being any thing but extravagant.  “I shall give your royal highness a leg of mutton, and nothing more, by G——­,” warmly replied the gratified colonel, in his plain and homely phrase.  The day was nominated, and the colonel had sufficient time to recur to his budget and bring his ways and means into action.  Where is the sanguineless being whose hopes have never led him wrong? if such there be, the colonel was not one of those.  Long destitute of credit and resources, he looked upon his appointment as the incontestable source of instant wealth, and he hesitated not to determine upon the forestalment of its profits to entertain the “first gentleman in England.”  But, alas! agents and brokers have flinty hearts.  There were doubts (not of his word, for with creditors that he had never kept), but of the accidents of life, either naturally, or by one of those casualties he had depicted in the front of his book.  In short, the day approached—­nay, actually arrived, and his pockets could boast little more than the once vaunted half-crown and a shilling.  Here was a state sufficient to drive one of less strength of mind to despair.  As a friend, a subject, a man of honour, and one who prided himself upon a tenacious adherence to his word (when the aforesaid creditors were not concerned), he felt keenly all the horrors of his situation.