Among the members who indulged in high play at Brookes' Club was
Alderman Combe, the brewer, who is said to have made as much
money in this way as he did by brewing. One evening whilst
he filled the office of Lord Mayor, he was busy at a full Hazard
table at Brookes', where the wit and the dice-box circulated
together with great glee, and where Beau Brummell was one of the
party. `Come, Mash-tub,' said Brummell, who was the _caster_,
`what do you _set?_' `Twenty-five guineas,' answered the
Alderman. `Well, then,' returned the Beau, `have at the mare's
pony' (a gaming term for 25 guineas). He continued to throw
until he drove home the brewer's twelve ponies running; and then
getting up, and making him a low bow, whilst pocketing the cash,
he said--`Thank you, Alderman; for the future I shall never drink
any porter but yours.' `I wish, sir,' replied the brewer, `that
every other blackguard in London would tell me the same.'[132]