He was a favourite child. His parents emulated each
other in pampering and indulging him. Every freak was
pardoned, every whim was gratified. He might ride what horses
he liked, and if he broke their knees, what in another would
have been deemed a flagrant sin, was in him held only a proof
of reckless spirit. If he were not a thoroughly selfish and
altogether wilful person, but very much the reverse, it was
not the fault of his parents, but rather the operation of a
benignant nature that had bestowed on him a generous spirit
and a tender heart, though accompanied with a dangerous
susceptibility that made him the child and creature of
impulse, and seemed to set at defiance even the course of time
to engraft on his nature any quality of prudence. The tone of
Eton during the days of Charles Egremont was not of the high
character which at present distinguishes that community. It
was the unforeseen eve of the great change, that, whatever was
its purpose or have been its immediate results, at least gave
the first shock to the pseudo-aristocracy of this country.
Then all was blooming; sunshine and odour; not a breeze
disturbing the meridian splendour. Then the world was not
only made for a few, but a very few.
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