n, 'why,
_QUARTERLY_, to be sure.'(120)

(120) Jesse, _George Selwyn and his Contemporaries._

LORD CARLISLE.

This eminent statesman was regarded by his contemporaries as an able, an
influential, and occasionally a powerful speaker.

Though married to a lady for whom in his letters he ever expresses the
warmest feelings of admiration and esteem; and surrounded by a young
and increasing family, who were evidently the objects of his deepest
affection, Lord Carlisle, nevertheless, at times appears to have been
unable to extricate himself from the dangerous enticements to play
to which he was exposed. His fatal passion for play--the source
of adventitious excitement at night, and of deep distress in the
morning--seems to have led to frequent and inconvenient losses, and
eventually to have plunged him into comparative distress.

'In recording these failings of a man of otherwise strong sense, of a
high sense of honour, and of kindly affections, we have said the worst
that can be adduced to his disadvantage. Attached, indeed, as Lord
Carlisle may have been to the pleasures of society, and unfortunate
as may have been his passion for the gaming table, it is difficult
to peruse those passages in his letters in which he deeply reproaches
himself for yielding to the fatal fascination of play, and accuses
himself of having diminished the inheritance of his children, without a
feeling of commiseration for the sensations of a man of strong sense
and deep feeling, while reflecting on his moral degradation. It is
sufficient, however, to observe of Lord Carlisle, that the deep sense
which he entertained of his own folly; the almost maddening moments to
which he refers in his letters of self-condemnation and bitter regret;
and subsequently his noble victory over the siren enticements of
pleasure, and his thorough emancipation from the trammels of a
domineering passion, make adequate amends for his previous unhappy
career.'(121)

(121) Jesse, _George Selwyn and his Contemporaries_, ii.

Brave conquerors, for so ye are, Who war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world's desires.

Lady Sarah Bunbury, writing to George Selwyn, in 1767, says:--'If you
are now at Paris with poor C. (evidently Carlisle), who I dare say is
now swearing at the French people, give my compliments to him. I call
him poor C. because I hope he is only miserable at having been such a
_PIGEON_ to Colonel Scott. I never can pity h