to his knowledge, he said, he believed neither in God nor in Jesus Christ.  The doctor, who had often heard him pray in the same manner, proposed to Mr. Fanshawe to go up to his lordship to be further satisfied touching this affair.  When they came to his room the doctor told my lord what Mr. Fanshawe said, upon which his lordship addressed himself to Mr. Fanshawe to this effect:  “Sir, it is true, you and I have been very bad and profane together, and then I was of the opinion you mention.  But now I am quite of another mind, and happy am I that I am so.  I am very sensible how miserable I was whilst of another opinion.  Sir, you may assure yourself that there is a Judge and a future state;” and so entered into a very handsome discourse concerning the last judgment, future state &c., and concluded with a serious and pathetic exhortation to Mr. Fanshawe to enter into another course of life; adding that he (Mr. F.) knew him to be his friend; that he never was more so than at this time; and “sir,” said he, “to use a Scripture expression, I am not mad, but speak the words of truth and soberness.”  Upon this Mr. Fanshawe trembled, and went immediately a-foot to Woodstock, and there hired a horse to Oxford, and thence took coach to London.’

There were other butterflies in that gay court; beaux without wit; remorseless rakes, incapable of one noble thought or high pursuit; and amongst the most foolish and fashionable of these was Henry Jermyn, Lord Dover.  As the nephew of Henry Jermyn, Lord St. Albans, this young simpleton was ushered into a court life with the most favourable auspices.  Jermyn Street (built in 1667) recalls to us the residence of Lord St. Albans, the supposed husband of Henrietta Maria.  It was also the centre of fashion when Henry Jermyn the younger was launched into its unholy sphere.  Near Eagle Passage lived at that time La Belle Stuart, Duchess of Richmond; next door to her Henry Savile, Rochester’s friend.  The locality has since been purified by worthier associations:  Sir Isaac Newton lived for a time in Jermyn Street, and Gray lodged there.

It was, however, in De Grammont’s time, the scene of all the various gallantries which were going on.  Henry Jermyn was supported by the wealth of his uncle, that uncle who, whilst Charles II. was starving at Brussels, had kept a lavish table in Paris:  little Jermyn, as the younger Jermyn was called, owed much indeed to his fortune, which had procured him great eclat at the Dutch court.  His head was large; his features small; his legs short; his physiognomy was not positively disagreeable, but he was affected and trifling, and his wit consisted in expressions learnt by rote, which supplied him either with raillery or with compliments.