Cutting His Coat





WHEN Brummell was the great oracle on coats, the Duke of Leinster was

very anxious to bespeak the approbation of the Emperor of the Dandies

for a cut which he had just patronized. The Duke, in the course of his

eulogy on his Schneider, had frequent occasion to use the words my

coat.--Your coat, my dear fellow, said Brummell: what coat?--Why,

this coat, said Leinster; this coat that I have on. Brummell, after

regarding the vestment with an air of infinite scorn, walked up to the

Duke, and taking the collar between his finger and thumb, as if fearful

of contamination,--What, Duke, do you call that thing a coat?





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