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"Had I whole counties, I to White's would go,
And set land, woods, and rivers at a throw,"
exclaims Bramston's Man of Taste,
and this might well be taken as the motto of a chapter on gambling at the club.
Memorials of St. James pg 134
"The rattling of a dice-box and Whites may one day or other (if my son should be a member of that noble academy) shake down all our fine oaks. It is dreadful to see, not only there, but almost in every (gambling) house in town, what devastations are made by that destructive fury, the spirit of play."
-Lord Lyttelton, quoted in Ellegant Madness p. 162.
In 1693, an enterprising Italian named Francesco Bianco opened a chocolate house which catered to the tastes of the local gentry. As the St. James's Street neighborhood became more fashionable, Bianco's changed from a business open to the public to become more a select establishment. The owner anglicised his name, and by the mid-1700's White's Club had become one of the most fashionable upperclass meeting places in the West End of London. The requirements for membership were ill-defined, but election to the membership of White's granted access to elite houses of London society. No two members were quite the same, but a biography of William Douglas, 4th Duke of Queensbury, described one of their primary similarities:
"The Whig age was never one of conformity, and at White's (which was strictly non-political) conformity was the one thing to which no member conformed. Probably the most desirable quality in a prospective member was a certain indefinable eccentricity. This was demonstrated not only by the passion which most of the young members had for gambling, but also their willingness to wager on any eventuality. They were not religious, but had any member become clairvoyant and announced the imminent sounding of the Last Trump, a book at once would have been opened on the event, with side-bets taken on which of the arch-angels would be the one to sound it." -Old 'Q'.
Entire estates could change hands in a single evening's play and as a result White's was described as "the bane of half the English Nobility"1. As a young man Admiral Harvey lost 100,000 pounds, and offered to sell his estate to cover his losses. Fortunately in this case the winner was a gambler with a conscience, who refused to accept more than 10,000 and offered to play again for the othe 90,000. In the end Harvey won and saved his fotune and went on to serve under Admiral Nelson at the Battle of Trafalgar.2
Stienmetz
White's Club seems to have won the darkest reputation for gambling. Lord Lyttleton, writing to Dr Doddridge, in 1750, says: -- `The Dryads of Hogley are at present pretty secure, but I tremble to think that the rattling of a dice-box at White's may one day or other (if my son should be a member of that noble academy) shake down all our fine oaks. It is dreadful to see, not only there, but almost in every house in the town, what devastations are made by that destructive fury, the spirit of play.' A fact stated by Walpole to Horace Mann shows the character of the company at this establishment: -- `There is a man about town, Sir William Burdett, a man of very good family, but most infamous character. In short, to give you his character at once -- there is a wager in the bet-book at White's (a MS. of which I may one day or other give you an account), that the first baronet that will be hanged is this Sir William Burdett.' Swift says: -- `I have heard that the late Earl of Oxford, in the time of his ministry, never passed by White's chocolate-house (the common rendezvous of infamous sharpers and noble cullies) without bestowing a curse upon that famous academy as the bane of half the English nobility.'It was from the beginning a gaming club, `pure and simple.' The play was mostly at Hazard and Faro. No member was to hold a Faro bank. Whist was comparatively harmless. Professional gamblers, who lived by dice and cards, provided they were free from the imputation of cheating, procured admission to White's. It was a great supper-house, and there was play before and after supper, carried on to a late hour and to heavy amounts.
At White's they betted on every possible thing, as shown by the betting-book of the establishment -- on births, deaths, and marriages; the length of a life; the duration of a ministry; a placeman's prospect of a coronet; the last scandal at Ranelagh or Madame Cornely's; or the shock of an earthquake! `A man dropped down at the door of White's; he was carried into the house. Was he dead or not? The odds were immediately given and taken for and against. It was proposed to bleed him. Those who had taken the odds that the man was dead protested that the use of a lancet would affect the fairness of the bet.' I have met with a similar anecdote elsewhere. A waiter in a tavern in Westminster, being engaged in attendance on some young men of distinction, suddenly fell down in a fit. Bets were immediately proposed by some of the most thoughtless on his recovery, and accepted by others. The more humane part of the company were for sending immediately for medical assistance, but this was overruled; since, by the tenor of the bets, he was to be `left to himself,' and he died accordingly!
According to Walpole -- `A person coming into the club on the morning of the earthquake, in 1750, and hearing bets laid whether the shock was caused by an earthquake or the blowing up of powder-mills, went away in horror, protesting they were such an impious set that he believed if the last trump were to sound they would bet puppet-show against Judgment.'
And again: `One of the youths at White's, in 1744, has committed a murder, and intends to repeat it. He betted £1500 that a man could live twelve hours under water; hired a desperate fellow, sunk him in a ship, by way of experiment, and both ship and man have not appeared since. Another man and ship are to be tried for their lives instead of Mr Blake, the assassin.'
He also tells us of a very curious entry in the betting-book. Lord Mountford bets Sir John Bland twenty guineas that Nash outlives Cibber.' `How odd,' says Walpole, `that these two old creatures, selected for their antiquities, should live to see both their wagerers put an end to their own lives! Cibber is within a few days of eighty-four, still hearty, and clear, and well. I told him I was glad to see him look so well. ``Faith,'' said he, ``it is very well that I look at all.'' Lord Mountford would have been the winner: Cibber died in 1757, Nash in 1761.'
Hogarth's scene at the gambling house is taken at White's. `We see the highwayman, with his pistols peeping out of his pocket, waiting by the fireside till the heaviest winner takes his departure, in order to ``recoup'' himself for his losings; and in the Beaux' Stratagem, Aimwell asks of Gibbet -- ``Ha'n't I seen your face at White's?'' ``Ay, and at Will's too,'' is the highwayman's answer.'
According to Captain Gronow, George Harley Drummond, of the famous banking-house, Charing Cross, only played once in his whole life at White's Club, at Whist, on which occasion he lost £20,000 to Brummell. This even caused him to retire from the banking-house, of which he was a partner. `Walpole and a party of friends (Dick Edgecumbe, George Selwyn, and Williams), in 1756, composed a piece of heraldic satire -- a coat of arms for the two gaming clubs at White's -- which was:
``actually engraven from a very pretty painting of Edgecumbe, whom Mr Chute, as Strawberry King at Arms,'' appointed their chief herald-painter. The blazon is vert (for a card-table); three parolis proper on a chevron sable (for a Hazard table); two rouleaux in saltire between two dice proper, on a canton sable; a white ball (for election) argent. The supporters are an old and young knave of clubs; the crest, an arm out of an earl's coronet shaking a dice-box; and the motto, Cogit amor nummi -- ``The love of money compels.'' Round the arms is a claret-bottle ticket by way of order.'
Memorials of St. James pg 135