LONDON'S LATEST SCANDAL.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XIV, Issue 143, 17 June 1879, Page 4

LONDON'S LATEST SCANDAL.

The five o'clock tea-parties are very much agitated over the sale of Lord I/onsdale's collection. The earl and* peer of the realm, the head of the house

atLowther, set high society into spasms last year by creating the matrimonial talk of the season. He then married that tall, nearly sis foot high, and dar,k Jewess type beauty, Lady Gladys Herbert In her immediate circle she is known by the pet name of "La Gitana," or "Gipsy." She ia the daughter of the well-known and esteemed Sydney Herbert, of Crimean fame, and sister of the Earl of Pembroke. Some years ago Lady Herbert, the mother of "la Gitana," pnd another joined the Catholic Church. The tall and handsome Gitana did not follow their example, but dashed iato the gay world of dance, song, and horsemanship, and met Lord Lonsdale, who is her senior by eight years, she being twenty three years of age. Both loved the world too well, and not wisely before and after marriage. The fashionable ball-rooms of London, Pails, and Vienna, the racecourses of Europe, tho yachting and hunting excursions of the night and day, the season and sunshine of life found those attractive two if not the leaders at least the chief features. The art world was ransacked for Lady Lonsdale, and an income of LI 16,000 per annum brought to her many a costly gem by paiuter and jeweller. Her diamond bill in sevpn months was L 200,000, and her upholstery and brie a-hrac invoices were I double that sum. To tbi3 menu the noble Earl added sundry aud divers items, such as twenty-two blooded racehorses, various improvements on the three country estates, and Io! — the devourer of all forunes — a large steam yacht, the Northumbiia. There are some people so very peculiarly constituted, either mentally or morally, that neither an immense financial revenue, a quarter of a dozen of country estates, a magnificent town mansion, and the luxuries of art, science, and pleasure combined) nor, indeed, that ominous and varied circle called the " fashionable world," can make up the sum of happiness The beautiful Lady Lonsdale and the dashing handsome Earl, the head of the house of Lowther were not happy. There was a skeleton in the costly mansion's cupboard, and I only allude to this case as a type of many others, and as truly portraying the life of the most modern English aristocracy. When at Palermo last fall I heard something of the yacht Northumbria, and, later on, when near Nice, I heard and saw something of my Lady Lonsdale, leaning on the arm of that notorious young rake, Sir John Lister Kave, a Yorkshire baronet, slightly taller than " la Gitana," and of that drab or pale-ale visage peculiar to those who think " the beat of all ways for to lighten their days is to steal a few hours from night." Both are in . the spn'og of life, and both are at that speed down hill which may be termed rapid. His mother, with lynx-eye, looks at, on, and over the pair, while Lord Lonsdale is on the Northumbria, off the coast of Algeria, where rumor says he has made some effort not to lengthen his days. When a Yorkshire baronet of twenty-three years and worldly ways becomes a skeleton in the cupboard of any mansion, you may be sure the furniture, pictures, bric-a-brac and even the personal gems of lustrous brilliancy becomes very soon under the sway of the auctioneer's hammer. And thus has it come to pass, in a period of little more than eight months of "honeymoon,*, that our fashionable

five o'clock tea is in a troubled sea of excitement over the head and front of offending the chief of the Lowjtber's lady.