LONDON, Friday, June 20th, 1862.
—At Mrs. Mildmay's, a bent and withered old man with a star on his brass-buttoned coat, his left arm, crippled with gout, in a sling, sat near me. He dropped his stick, thanked me when I pickt it up, and went on to comment on the singing. All which facts I record because he was Lord Lansdowne [FN: The third Marquess, known as "the Nestor of the Whigs." He died in 1863.].
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