Beau Nash at Tunbridge Wells
the great man condescended to accept its invitation. Probably no sum of money would have tempted the Beau to miss a single day of the season at his Somersetshire city he loved so well; but there the winter was the season, while visitors to Tunbridge Wells came only in the summer. He could, therefore, do his duty by both places.
Nash had been to Tunbridge Wells in his early days, as he once informed the company at Mrs. Evans's Coffee House, when the dissipated life he had been leading had temporarily undermined his health. " Nash," said Dr. Pellet, a physician practising at Bath, " you are really in a bad way, but as I know you have a good stamina, attentively follow the advice that I shall give you, and I have not the least doubt but you will recover :—you must immediately go down to Tunbridge Wells, and ..." " Damn it," the Beau interrupted, " I cannot drink the Tunbridge Wells waters." " Softly, Nash," said the other. " I do not intend to prescribe them, but go down and get into one of the little houses upon Mount Ephraim, and follow the regimen I shall mark out for you for a few weeks, and, my life for yours, you will certainly recover." Nash 1 129