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family then settled in France, and took service in the French army. Major Fraser's father emigrated to Portugal in 1790, and took a Portuguese wife. The issue of this marriage made its way in the world. Two daughters, yet living, are the wives of rich noblemen; the one is a Marquis de Bombolles, and the other the Marquis de Gargello, of Naples; one son was a secretary of embassy in Austria; the other, Henry Erskine Fraser, was the Major Fraser who has just gone to his grave. He was born at Badajoz, Portugal, where he lived up to the age of eleven years. He had then lost both father and mother, and was committed to the care of M. de Labselern, the tutor of Prince Felipe de Schwartenberg. The two pupils were sent together to Russia, where they entered the military service as cadets. Their friendship, dating thus early, was continued in Paris. The Major used to be fond of recounting how he took part in the battle of Leipsic, and road into Paris with his regiment of Russian Hussars. But of late years he left off telling these stories, because they made him out to be older than he wished to be thought, and he was a singularly well preserved man for his age. He left the Russian service in 1827, with the rank of major, and ever after lived in Paris, in an apartment in the large house on the Boulevard des Italians, belonging to the Marquis of Hertford. The furniture of these rooms was simple, and not for proportion to the high rent of lodging in that quarter. There was little to be seen in them beyond an iron bedstead, a large map, a bearskin, a large assortment of polished leather boots, and a barrel of express wine always on tap for the accommodation of friends. One day when his bed was broken he replaced it by a collin, in which he was wont to say that he slept better than in bed, because he was not liable to tumble but when disturbed by the nightmare, to which he was very subject. He once made a bet with Lord Henry Seymour that he would ride to Brussels and back in thirty six hours, and he did it. Another time, he rode for a wager to Campaign and back every day for six days morning. With all this, he was an accomplished scholar; he habitually capped Latin verses with Jules Janine, and was the friend of Alfred de Musset, Bequet and Romnie. He was a member of all the most popular gambling clubs, in Paris, but never played himself. Notwithstanding his eccentric, and, as many supposed, frivolous life, he had a practical taste for the industrial pursuits of the present age. He was a director of several railways, and died ultimately from a fever caught in Portugal, whither he had gone to organize a company.--London Globe.
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