Beau Nash at Tunbridge Wells
bet him fifty pounds that he would not stand, wrapped only in a blanket, at the great door of the Minster as the people were coming out from a service. Nash, of course, won the fifty pounds, and, incidentally, scored off his friends, for the Dean, who knew him, saw him and exclaimed, " What, Mr. Nash in masquerade ? " " No, Mr. Dean," he said, pointing to the other culprits, who were watching close by, " only a Yorkshire penance for keeping bad company." | Tradition has it that during the years he was in the town he was addicted to gambling, and, further, that at that congenial pastime he was fortunate. He was, it is said, a daring player, and as there never was a successful gambler who lacked courage and audacity this may be accepted; but the only story that has been handed down of him at the card-table shows him not to have been entirely reckless. He had been playing with a party of friends at a tavern, and at a very late hour some one proposed to have one more game, the stakes to be four bottles of wine " for the good of the house." "I'll tell you what," said Nash, rising from his seat, and pointing to the clock, " you may do as you please, but for the good of my house I am going home."