Millingen tells us that Byron, even before his arrival in Greece, was a
favourite among the people and soldiers. Popular imagination had been
kindled by reports of his genius, his wealth, and his rank. Everything
that a man could perform was expected of him; and many a hardship and
grievance was borne patiently, in hope that on Byron's arrival everything
would be set right. The people were not disappointed; his conduct towards
them after he had landed soon made him a popular idol. It was perceived
that Byron was not a theoretical, but a practical, friend to Greece; and
his repeated acts of kindness and charity in relieving the poor and
distressed, the heavy expenses he daily incurred for the furtherance of
every plan, and every institution which he deemed worthy of support,
showed the people of Missolonghi that Byron was not less alive to their
private than he was to their public interests. But there were some people,
of course, who felt a slight attack of that pernicious malady known
euphuistically as 'the green-eyed monster'. Mavrocordato, the
Governor-General of Western Greece, was, according to Millingen, slightly
afflicted with envy. He had imagined, when using every means during
Byron's stay at Cephalonia to induce him to come to Missolonghi, that he
was preparing for himself a powerful instrument to execute his own
designs, and that, by placing Byron in a prominent position which would
require far more knowledge of the state of things than Byron could
possibly possess, he would helplessly drift, and eventually fall entirely
under his own guidance. But in this Mavrocordato was entirely mistaken,
for Byron had long made up his mind as to the course which he meant to
steer, and by sheer honesty of purpose and by the glamour of his fame his
authority daily increased, while that of Mavrocordato fell in proportion,
until his high-sounding title was little better than an empty phrase. The
people of Missolonghi were fascinated by the personality of a man who had
practically thrown his whole fortune at their feet. They openly spoke of
the advantages that would be derived by Western Greece were Byron to be
appointed its Governor-General.
'Ambitious and suspicious by nature,' says Millingen, 'Mavrocordato
felt his authority aimed at. He began by seconding his supposed
rival's measures in a luke-warm manner, whilst he endeavoured in
secret to thwart them. He was looked upon as the cause of the rupture
between the Suliotes and Lord Byron, fearing that the latter might,
with such soldiers, become too powerful.'
Byron perceived the change in Mavrocordato's conduct, and from that moment
lost much of the confidence which he had at first felt in him.
'The plain, undisguised manner in which Byron expressed himself on
this subject, and the haughty manner in which he received
Mavrocordato, tended to confirm the latter's opinion that Byron sought
to supplant him.'
Mavrocordato thus laboured under a delusion. Far from having ambitious
views, Byron would, in Millingen's opinion, have refused, if the offer had
been made to him, ever to take a part in civil administration. He knew too
well how little his impetuous character fitted him for the tedious and
intricate details of Greek affairs. 'He had come to Greece to assist her
sacred cause with his wealth, his talents, his courage; and the only
reward he sought was a soldier's grave.'
Had Lord Byron lived, says Millingen, the misunderstanding between these
two distinguished individuals would have been merely temporary. Their
principles and love of order were the same, as also the ends they proposed
to attain. However different were the roads upon which they marched, they
would have been sure to meet at last.
'Lord Byron,' wrote Colonel Stanhope, 'possesses all the means of
playing a great part in the glorious revolution of Greece. He has
talent; he professes liberal principles; he has money; and is inspired
with fervent and chivalrous feelings.'
Colonel Leicester Stanhope was himself deserving of the praise which he
thus bestows on Byron, the item 'money' being equally discarded. Colonel
Stanhope was a chivalrous gentleman, and devoted himself heart and soul to
the regeneration of Greece. But his views were not those of Byron. He was
all for printing-presses, freedom of the press, and schools. Byron was all
for fighting and organization in a military sense. Their aims were the
same, but their methods entirely different. Byron recognized the virtues
of Stanhope, and never seriously opposed any of his schemes. Stanhope was
absolutely boiling over with enthusiasm regarding the advantages of
publishing a newspaper. His paramount policy, as he states himself in a
letter to Mr. Bowring, was 'to strive to offend no one, but, on the
contrary, to make all friendly to the press.' He contended for the
absolute liberty of the press, and for publicity in every shape! It would
be difficult to match such a contention applied to such a period and such
a people. In forwarding the third number of the _Greek Chronicle_ to Mr.
Bowring, Stanhope writes: 'The last article in the _Chronicle_ is on Mr.
Bentham. Its object is to dispose the people to read and contemplate his
works. Conviction follows.'
Byron had a peculiar antipathy to Mr. Bentham and all his works, but he
provided money to support the _Chronicle_. On January 24 Colonel Stanhope
wrote to Mr. Bowring a letter which explains the position exactly; and a
very peculiar position it was. After asking Byron whether he will
subscribe £50 for the support of the _Greek Chronicle_, which Byron
cheerfully agreed to do, Colonel Stanhope proceeds to 'heckle' him. The
conversation is well worth transcribing:
'Stanhope (_loquitur_): "Your lordship stated yesterday evening that
you had said to Prince Mavrocordato that, 'were you in his place (as
Governor-General of Western Greece), you would have placed the press
under a censor,' and that he replied, 'No; the liberty of the press is
guaranteed by the Constitution.' Now, I wish to know whether your
lordship was serious when you made the observation, or whether you
only said so to provoke me? If your lordship was serious, I shall
consider it my duty to communicate this affair to the Committee in
England, in order to show them how difficult a task I have to fulfil
in promoting the liberties of Greece, if your lordship is to throw the
weight of your vast talents into the opposite scale on a question of
such vital importance."
'Byron, in reply, said that he was an ardent friend of publicity and
the press; but he feared that it was not applicable to this society in
its present combustible state. Stanhope replied that he thought it
applicable to all countries, and essential in Greece, in order to put
an end to the state of anarchy which then prevailed. Byron said that
he was afraid of libels and licentiousness. Stanhope maintained that
the object of a free press was to check public licentiousness and to
expose libellers to odium.'
In a subsequent letter to Mr. Bowring, Colonel Stanhope repeats a
conversation with Byron on the subject of Mr. Bentham. One does not know
whether to laugh or cry; there is both humour and pathos in the incident.
'His lordship,' writes Stanhope, 'began, according to custom, to
attack Mr. Bentham. I said that it was highly illiberal to make
personal attacks on Mr. Bentham before a friend who held him in high
estimation. He said that he only attacked his public principles, which
were mere theories, but dangerous--injurious to Spain and calculated
to do great mischief in Greece. I did not object to his lordship's
attacking Mr. Bentham's principles; what I objected to were his
personalities. His lordship never reasoned on any of Mr. Bentham's
writings, but merely made sport of them. I therefore asked him what it
was that he objected to. Lord Byron mentioned his "Panopticon" as
visionary. I said that experience in Pennsylvania, at Milbank, etc.,
had proved it otherwise. I said that Bentham had a truly British
heart; but that Lord Byron, after professing liberal principles from
his boyhood, had, when called upon to act, proved himself a Turk.
'Lord Byron asked what proofs I had of this.
'I replied: "Your conduct in endeavouring to crush the press, by
declaiming against it to Mavrocordato, and your general abuse of
Liberal principles." Lord Byron said that if he had held up his finger
he could have crushed the press. I replied: "With all this power,
which, by the way, you never possessed, you went to the Prince and
poisoned his ear."
'Lord Byron declaimed against the Liberals whom he knew.
'"But what Liberals?" I asked. Did he borrow his notions of free men
from the Italians? Lord Byron said: "No; from the Hunts, Cartwrights,
etc." "And still," said I, "you presented Cartwright's Reform Bill,
and aided Hunt by praising his poetry and giving him the sale of your
works."
'Lord Byron exclaimed: "You are worse than Wilson,[18] and should quit
the army." I replied that I was a mere soldier, but never would
abandon my principles. Our principles,' continues Stanhope, 'are
diametrically opposite. If Lord Byron acts up to his professions, he
will be the greatest--if not, the meanest--of mankind. He said he
hoped his character did not depend on my assertions. "No," said I,
"your genius has immortalized you. The worst could not deprive you of
fame."
'Lord Byron replied: "Well, you shall see; judge me by my acts."
'When he wished me good-night, I took up the light to conduct him to
the passage, but he said: "What! hold up a light to a Turk!"'
It would be difficult indeed to find anything in the wide range of
literature dealing with that period which would throw a stronger light
upon both these men. Imagine the agent appointed by the London Committee
wasting his precious time in writing such a letter as this for the
information of its chairman. Stanhope meant no harm, we feel sure of that;
but such a letter was little calculated to advance either his own
reputation or Byron's, and it was above all things necessary for the
London Committee to have a good opinion of both. But Stanhope was
decidedly impetuous, and lacked all sense of humour.
Millingen tells us that it soon became evident that little co-operation
could be expected between Byron and Colonel Stanhope. Byron was fully
persuaded that, in the degraded state of the Greek nation, a republican
form of Government was totally unsuited, as well as incompatible with her
situation, in respect to the neighbouring States of Europe. Colonel
Stanhope, whose enthusiasm for the cause was extreme, supposed the Greeks
to be endowed with the same virtue which their ancestors displayed. We,
who live in the twentieth century, are able by the light of subsequent
events to decide which of these two men held the sounder view; and we can
honestly deplore that a mere matter of opinion should have caused any
disagreements between two men who had sacrificed so much in a common
cause.
Gamba, who seems to have been present during the altercation above alluded
to, says that Colonel Stanhope, in accusing Lord Byron of being an enemy
to the press, laid himself open to a rejoinder which is not recorded in
the report of these proceedings. Byron's reply was to the point: 'And yet,
without my money, where would your Greek newspaper be?' And he concluded
the sentence, 'Judge me by my actions,' cited by Stanhope, with, '_not by
my words_.'
Colonel Stanhope could not understand Byron's bantering moods. They seemed
to him to be entirely out of place. The more Byron laughed and joked, the
more serious Stanhope became, and their discussions seldom ended without a
strong reproof, which irritated Byron for the moment. But so far from
leaving any unfavourable impression on Byron's mind, it increased his
regard for an antagonist of such evident sincerity:
'When parting from him one evening, after a discussion of this nature,
Lord Byron went up to him, and exclaimed: "Give me that honest right
hand." Two such men were worthy of being friends, and it is to be
regretted that an injudicious champion of the one should, by a partial
detail of their trifling differences, try to raise him at the expense
of the other.'
With the money provided by Byron, Colonel Stanhope's pet scheme, the
_Greek Chronicle_, printed in Greek type, came into being. Its editor, 'a
hot-headed republican' named Jean Jacques Meyer, who had been a Swiss
doctor, was particularly unfitted for the post, and soon came to
loggerheads with Byron for publishing a violent attack on the Austrian
Government. In a letter to Samuel Barff, Byron says:
'From the very first I foretold to Colonel Stanhope and to Prince
Mavrocordato that a Greek newspaper (as indeed any other), in _the
present state_ of Greece, might and probably _would_ lead to much
mischief and misconstruction, unless under _some_ restrictions; nor
have I ever had anything to do with it, as a writer or otherwise,
except as a pecuniary contributor to its support in the outset, which
I could not refuse to the earnest request of the projectors. Colonel
Stanhope and myself had considerable differences of opinion on this
subject, and (what will appear laughable enough) to such a degree that
he charged me with _despotic_ principles, and I _him_ with
_ultra-radicalism_. Dr. Meyer, the Editor, with his unrestrained
freedom of the press, and who has the freedom to exercise an unlimited
discretion--not allowing any articles but his own and those like them
to appear--and in declaiming against restrictions, cuts, carves, and
restricts, at his own will and pleasure. He is the author of an
article against Monarchy, of which he may have the advantage and
fame--but they (the Editors) will get themselves into a scrape, if
they do not take care. Of all petty tyrants, he (Meyer) is one of the
pettiest, as are most demagogues that ever I knew. He is a Swiss by
birth, and a Greek by assumption, having married a wife and changed
his religion.'
On the appearance of Meyer's stupid attack on monarchy, Byron immediately
suppressed the whole edition.
Early in March the prospectus of a polyglot newspaper, entitled the _Greek
Telegraph_, was published at Missolonghi. Millingen says:
'The sentiments imprudently advocated in this prospectus induced the
British authorities in the Ionian Islands to entertain so unfavourable
an impression of the spirit which would guide its conductors, that its
admission into the heptarchy was interdicted under severe penalties.
The same took place in the Austrian States, where they began to look
upon Greece as "the city of refuge," as it were, for the Carbonari and
discontented English reformers. The first number appeared on 20th
March; but it was written in a tone so opposite to what had been
expected, that it might, in some degree, be considered as a protest
against its prospectus. Lord Byron was the cause of this change. More
than ever convinced that nothing could be more useless, and even more
dangerous, to the interests of Greece, both at home and abroad, than
an unlimited freedom of the press, he insisted on Count Gamba becoming
Editor. Byron cautioned him to restrict the paper to a simple
narrative of events as they occurred, and an unprejudiced statement of
opinions in respect to political relations and wants, so as to make
them subjects of interest to the friends of Greece in the western
parts of Europe.'
Gamba says:
'Lord Byron's view of the politics of Greece was, that this revolution
had little or nothing in common with the great struggles with which
Europe had been for thirty years distracted, and that it would be most
foolish for the friends of Greece to mix up their cause with that of
other nations, who had attempted to change their form of government,
and by so doing to draw down the hatred and opposition of one of the
two great parties that at present divide the civilized world. Lord
Byron's wish was to show that the contest was simply one between
barbarism and civilization--between Christianity and Islamism--and
that the struggle was on behalf of the descendants of those to whom we
are indebted for the first principles of science and the most perfect
models of literature and art. For such a cause he hoped that all
politicians of all parties, in every European State, might fairly be
expected to unite.'
Byron believed that the moment had arrived for uniting the Greeks; the
approach of danger and the chance of succour seemed favourable to his
designs.
'To be in time to defend ourselves,' said Byron, 'we have only to put
in action and unite all the means the Greeks possess; with money we
have experienced the facility of raising troops. I cannot calculate to
what a height Greece may rise.
'Hitherto it has been a subject for the hymns and elegies of fanatics
and enthusiasts; but now it will draw the attention of the
politician.'
Early in February, 1824, Colonel Stanhope proposed to go into the Morea,
in order to co-operate in the great work of appeasing the discords of that
country. Prince Mavrocordato wrote privately to Sir Thomas Maitland[19] in
the hope of averting trouble consequent upon the infraction of the
neutrality of the Ionian territory at Ithaca. Lord Byron forwarded his
letter to Lord Sidney Osborne.[20] with the following explanation:
'Enclosed is a private communication from Prince Mavrocordato to Sir
Thomas Maitland, which you will oblige me much by delivering. Sir
Thomas can take as much or as little of it as he pleases; but I hope
and believe that it is rather calculated to conciliate than to
irritate on the subject of the late event near Ithaca and Sta Mauro,
which there is every disposition on the part of the Government here to
disavow; and they are also disposed to give every satisfaction in
their power. You must all be persuaded how difficult it is, under
existing circumstances, for the Greeks to keep up discipline, however
they may all be disposed to do so. I am doing all I can to convince
them of the necessity of the strictest observance of the regulations
of the island, and, I trust, with some effect. I was received here
with every possible public and private mark of respect. If you write
to any of our friends, you can say that I am in good health and
spirits; and that I shall _stick_ by the cause as long as a man of
honour can, without sparing purse, and (I hope, if need be) _person_.'
This letter is dated from Missolonghi, February 9, 1824. On February 11
Byron heard the news of the death of Sir Thomas Maitland. Parry says:
'The news certainly caused considerable satisfaction among the Greeks,
and among some of the English. He was generally looked on by them as
the great enemy of their cause; but there is no proof of this. I know
that his government has been very much censured in England, and far be
it from me to approve of the arbitrary or despotic measures of any
man; but those who know anything of the people he had to deal with
will find, in their character, an excuse for his conduct. I believe,
in general, his government was well calculated for his subjects.'
Parry throws light upon Byron's attitude towards Mavrocordato, to which we
alluded in a previous chapter.
'I took an opportunity, one evening, of asking Lord Byron what he
thought of Prince Mavrocordato. He replied he considered him an honest
man and a man of talent. He had shown his devotion to his country's
service by expending his private fortune in its cause, and was
probably the most capable and trustworthy of all the Greek chieftains.
Lord Byron said that he agreed with Mavrocordato, that Missolonghi and
its dependencies were of the greatest importance to Greece; and as
long as the Prince acted as he had done, he would give him all the
support in his power. Lord Byron seemed, at the same time, to suppose
that a little more energy and industry in the Prince, with a
disposition to make fewer promises, would tend much to his advantage.'
The following incident, related by Parry, seems to fall naturally into
this part of our narrative:
'When the Turkish fleet was blockading Missolonghi, I was one day
ordered by Lord Byron to accompany him to the mouth of the harbour to
inspect the fortifications, in order to make a report of the state
they were in. He and I were in his own punt, a little boat which he
had, rowed by a boy; and in a large boat, accompanying us, were Prince
Mavrocordato and his attendants. As I was viewing, on one hand, the
Turkish fleet attentively, and reflecting on its powers, and our means
of defence; and looking, on the other, at Prince Mavrocordato and his
attendants, perfectly unconcerned, smoking their pipes and gossiping,
as if Greece were liberated and at peace, and Missolonghi in a state
of perfect security, I could not help giving vent to a feeling of
contempt and indignation.
'"What is the matter?" said Lord Byron, appearing to be very serious;
"what makes you so angry, Parry?"
'"I am not angry, my lord," I replied, "but somewhat indignant. The
Turks, if they were not the most stupid wretches breathing, might take
the fort of Vasaladi, by means of two pinnaces, any night they
pleased; they have only to approach it with muffled oars, they would
not be heard, I will answer for their not being seen, and they may
storm it in a few minutes. With eight gunboats properly armed with
24-pounders, they might batter both Missolonghi and Anatolica to the
ground. And there sits the old gentlewoman, Prince Mavrocordato and
his troop, to whom I applied an epithet I will not here repeat, as if
they were all perfectly safe. They know that their means of defence
are inadequate, and they have no means of improving them. If I were in
their place, I should be in a fever at the thought of my own
incapacity and ignorance, and I should burn with impatience to attempt
the destruction of those stupid Turkish rascals. The Greeks and the
Turks are opponents, worthy by their imbecility of each other."
'I had scarcely explained myself fully, when Lord Byron ordered our
boat to be placed alongside the other, and actually related our whole
conversation to the Prince. In doing it, however, he took upon himself
the task of pacifying both the Prince and me, and though I was at
first very angry, and the Prince, I believe, very much annoyed, he
succeeded. It was, in fact, only Lord Byron's manner of reproving us
both. It taught me to be prudent and discreet. To the Prince and the
Greeks it probably conveyed a lesson, which Lord Byron could have
found no better means of giving them.'
Byron was remarkably sincere and frank in all his words and actions. Parry
says that he never harboured a thought concerning another man that he did
not express to his face; neither could he bear duplicity in others. If one
person were to speak against a third party, in Byron's presence, he would
be sure to repeat it the first time the two opponents were in presence of
one another. This was a habit, says Parry, of which his acquaintance were
well aware, and it spared Byron the trouble of listening to many idle and
degrading calumnies. He probably expected thereby to teach others a
sincerity which he so highly prized; but it must be added that he derived
pleasure from witnessing the confusion of the person thus exposed. We
recognize Byron in this trait, as none of his biographers have omitted to
mention the extraordinary indiscretion of his confidences; but never
before was his habit of 'blabbing' turned to a better use.
It is generally admitted that the Greeks were supine to the last degree.
Little or nothing had been done to repair the losses resulting from the
late campaign, nor had adequate preparations been made for the struggle in
prospect. Through their improvidence, the Greeks had neither money nor
materials. Neither in the Morea nor in Western Greece had any steps been
taken to meet an assault by the enemy. The fortifications, that had
suffered in the previous campaign, were left _in statu quo_. The Greek
fleet was practically non-existent, owing to the insufficiency of money
wherewith to pay the crews. In addition to internal dissensions, which
might at any moment give rise to a civil war, the French and English
Governments were continually demanding satisfaction for breaches of
neutrality, or for acts of piracy committed by vessels of the Greek fleet,
under a singular misapprehension of the game of war. In the midst of all
these depressing conditions Byron kept his intense enthusiasm for the
cause, and whatever may have been the errors in his policy, everyone
acknowledged the purity of his motives and the intensity of his zeal.
Prince Mavrocordato and Colonel Stanhope were not on very good terms. The
Colonel had no confidence in the Prince, and, indeed, openly defied and
opposed him. His hostility to Mavrocordato became so marked that both
Greeks and English were persuaded that he was endeavouring to break up the
establishment at Missolonghi, and to remove all the stores, belonging to
the Committee, to Athens.
'This report,' says Parry, 'was conveyed to Lord Byron, who had not
parted with Colonel Stanhope on very good terms, and caused him much
annoyance. He had before attributed both neglect and deceit to the
Greek Committee or some of its agents; and this report of the
proceedings of their special and chosen messenger made him, in the
irritation of the moment, regard them as acting even treacherously
towards himself. "By the cant of religious pretenders," he said, "I
have already deeply suffered, and now I know what the cant of
pretended reformers and philanthropists amounts to."'
Byron was much displeased by the neglect which he had experienced at the
hands of the London Committee, who, instead of sending supplies that would
have been of some use, sent printing-presses, maps, and bugles. Books and
Bibles were sent to a people who wanted guns, and when they asked for a
sword they sent the lever of a printing-press. The only wonder was that
they did not send out a pack of beagles. Colonel Stanhope, who might
perhaps have been of some use in a military capacity, began organizing the
whole country in accordance with Mr. Bentham's views of morality and
justice. In this he acted entirely on his own responsibility, and rarely
consulted Byron or Mavrocordato before carrying his wild schemes into
execution. Byron said of him, in a moment of exasperation:
'He is a mere schemer and talker, more of a saint than a soldier; and,
with a great deal of pretended plainness, a mere politician, and no
patriot. I thought Colonel Stanhope, being a soldier, would have shown
himself differently. He ought to know what a nation like Greece needs
for its defence; and should have told the Committee that arms, and the
materials for carrying on war, were what the Greeks required.'
Byron placed practice before precept, and was content to wait until the
Turks had been driven out of Greece before entering upon any scheme for
the cultivation of the soil and the development of commerce. He always
maintained that Colonel Stanhope began at the wrong end, and was foolish
to expect, by introducing some signs of wealth and knowledge, to make the
people of Greece both rich and intelligent.
'I hear,' said Byron, in a conversation with Parry, 'that missionaries
are to be introduced before the country is cleared of the enemy, and
religious disputes are to be added to the other sources of discord.
How very improper are such proceedings! nothing could be more
impolitic; it will cause ill blood throughout the country, and very
possibly be the means of again bringing Greece under the Turkish yoke.
Can it be supposed that the Greek Priesthood, who have great
influence, and even power, will tamely submit to see interested
self-opinionated foreigners interfere with their flocks? I say again,
clear the country, teach the people to read and write, and the
labouring people will judge for themselves.'
The vexations to which Byron was daily subjected during his stay at
Missolonghi, and the insufficiency of the diet which he prescribed for
himself against the advice of his medical attendant, so affected his
nervous system, which by nature was highly irritable, that at last he
broke down. Count Gamba says:
'Lord Byron was exceedingly vexed at the necessary abandonment of his
project against Lepanto, at a time when success seemed so probable. He
had not been able to ride that day, nor for some days, on account of
the rain. He had been extremely annoyed at the vexations caused by the
Suliotes, as also with the various other interruptions from petitions,
demands, and remonstrances, which never left him a moment's peace at
any hour of the day. At seven in the evening I went into his room on
some business, and found him lying on the sofa: he was not asleep,
and, seeing me enter, called out, "I am not asleep--come in--I am not
well." At eight o'clock he went downstairs to visit Colonel Stanhope.
The conversation turned upon our newspaper. We agreed that it was not
calculated to give foreigners the necessary intelligence of what was
passing in Greece; because, being written in Romaic, it was not
intelligible, except to a few strangers. We resolved to publish
another, in several languages, and Lord Byron promised to furnish some
articles himself. When I left the room, he was laughing and joking
with Parry and the Colonel; he was drinking some cider.'
As Gamba is no longer a witness of what actually happened, we refer the
reader to the statement of Parry himself:
'Lord Byron's quarters were on the second-floor of the house, and
Colonel Stanhope lived on the first-floor. In the evening, about eight
o'clock, Lord Byron came downstairs into the Colonel's room where I
was. He seated himself on a cane settee, and began talking with me on
various subjects. Colonel Stanhope, who was employed in a neighbouring
apartment, fitting up printing-presses, and Count Gamba, both came
into the room for a short time, and some conversation ensued about the
newspaper, which was never to Lord Byron a pleasant topic, as he
disagreed with his friends about it. After a little time they went
their several ways, and more agreeable subjects were introduced. Lord
Byron began joking with me about Colonel Stanhope's occupations, and
said he thought the author would have his brigade of artillery ready
before the soldier got his printing-press fixed. There was then nobody
in the room but his lordship, Mr. Hesketh, and myself. There was
evidently a constrained manner about Lord Byron, and he complained of
thirst. He ordered his servant to bring him some cider, which I
entreated him not to drink in that state. There was a flush in his
countenance, which seemed to indicate great nervous agitation; and as
I thought Lord Byron had been much agitated and harassed for several
days past, I recommended him, at least, to qualify his cider with some
brandy. He said he had frequently drunk cider, and felt no bad
consequences from it, and he accordingly drank it off. He had scarcely
drunk the cider, when he complained of a very strange sensation, and I
noticed a great change in his countenance. He rose from his seat, but
could not walk, staggered a step or two, and fell into my arms.
'I had no other stimulant than brandy at hand, and having before seen
it administered in similar cases with considerable benefit, I
succeeded in making him swallow a small quantity. In another minute
his teeth were closed, his speech and senses gone, and he was in
strong convulsions. I laid him down on the settee, and with the
assistance of his servant kept him quiet.
'When he fell into my arms, his countenance was very much distorted,
his mouth being drawn on one side. After a short time his medical
attendant came, and he speedily recovered his senses and his speech.
He asked for Colonel Stanhope, as he had something particular to say
to him, should there be a probability of his not recovering. Colonel
Stanhope came from the next room. On recovering his senses, Lord
Byron's countenance assumed its ordinary appearance, except that it
was pale and haggard. No other effect remained visible except great
weakness.'
According to Gamba:
'Lord Byron was carried upstairs to his own bed, and complained only
of weakness. He asked whether his attack was likely to prove fatal.
"Let me know," he said. "Do not think I am afraid to die--I am not."
He told me that when he lost his speech he did not lose his senses;
that he had suffered great pain, and that he believed, if the
convulsion had lasted a minute longer, he must have died.'
The attack had been brought on by the vexations which he had long suffered
in silence, and borne heroically. But his mode of living was a
contributory cause. He ate nothing but fish, cheese, and
vegetables--having regulated his table, says Gamba, so as not to cost more
than 45 paras. This he did to show that he could live on fare as simple as
that of the Greek soldiers.
Byron had scarcely recovered consciousness, when a false alarm was brought
to him that the Suliotes had risen, and were about to attack the building
where the arms were stored.
'We ran to our arsenal,' says Gamba, 'Parry ordered the artillerymen
under arms: our cannon were loaded and pointed on the approaches to
the gates; the sentries were doubled. This alarm had originated with
two Germans, who, having taken too much wine, and seeing a body of
soldiers with their guns in their hands proceeding towards the
Seraglio, thought that a revolution had broken out, and spread an
alarm over the whole town. As a matter of fact, these troops were
merely changing their quarters. These Germans were so inconsiderate,
that during our absence at the arsenal they forced their way into
Byron's bedroom, swearing that they had come to defend him and his
house. Fortunately, we were not present, for, as this was only half an
hour after Byron's attack, we should have been tempted to fling the
intruders out of the window. On the following day Byron was better,
and got up at noon; but he was very pale and weak, and complained of a
sensation of weight in his head. The doctor applied eight leeches to
his temples, and the blood flowed copiously; it was stopped with
difficulty, and he fainted.'
Dr. Millingen says that Dr. Bruno had at first proposed opening a vein;
but finding it impossible to obtain Byron's consent, he applied leeches to
the temples, which bled so copiously as almost to bring on syncope. Byron,
alarmed to see the difficulty Dr. Bruno had in stopping the hæmorrhage,
sent for Millingen, who, by the application of lunar caustic, succeeded in
stopping the flow of blood.
In Millingen's opinion, Byron was never the same man after this; a change
took place in his mental and bodily functions.
'That wonderful elasticity of disposition, that continual flow of wit,
that facility of jest by which his conversation had been so
distinguished, returned only at distant intervals,' says Millingen:
'from this time Byron fell into a state of melancholy from which none
of our arguments could relieve him. He felt certain that his
constitution had been ruined; that he was a worn-out man; and that his
muscular power was gone. Flashes before his eyes, palpitations and
anxieties, hourly afflicted him; and at times such a sense of
faintness would overpower him, that, fearing to be attacked by similar
convulsions, he would send in great haste for medical assistance. His
nervous system was, in fact, in a continual state of erethism, which
was certainly augmented by the low, debilitating diet which Dr. Bruno
had recommended.'
On one occasion Byron said to Dr. Millingen that he did not wish for life;
it had ceased to have any attraction for him.
'But,' said Byron, 'the fear of two things now haunt me. I picture
myself slowly expiring on a bed of torture, or ending my days like
Swift--a grinning idiot! Would to Heaven the day were arrived in
which, rushing, sword in hand, on a body of Turks, and fighting like
one weary of existence, I shall meet immediate, painless death--the
object of my wishes.'
Two days after this seizure Byron made the following entry in his journal:
'With regard to the presumed causes of this attack, so far as I know,
there might be several. The state of the place and the weather permit
little exercise at present. I have been violently agitated with more
than one passion recently, and amidst conflicting parties, politics,
and (as far as regards public matters) circumstances. I have also been
in an anxious state with regard to things which may be only
interesting to my own private feelings, and, perhaps, not uniformly so
temperate as I may generally affirm that I was wont to be. How far any
or all of these may have acted on the mind or body of one who had
already undergone many previous changes of place and passion during a
life of thirty-six years, I cannot tell.'
The following note, which is entered by Mr. Rowland Prothero in the new
edition of Lord Byron's 'Letters and Journals,'[21] was dashed off by
Byron in pencil, on the day of his seizure, February 15, 1824:
'Having tried in vain at great expense, considerable trouble, and some
danger, to unite the Suliotes for the good of Greece--and their own--I
have come to the following resolution:
'I will have nothing more to do with the Suliotes. They may go to the
Turks, or the Devil,--they may cut me into more pieces than they have
dissensions among themselves,--sooner than change my resolution.
'For the rest, I hold my means and person at the disposal of the Greek
nation and Government the same as before.'
No better proof could be given of the perplexities which worried him at
that particular time. But the surrounding gloom was lightened now and then
by some of Parry's stories. The following anecdote about Jeremy Bentham
was an especial favourite with Byron; Parry's sea-terms and drollery
doubtless heightened its effect:
'Shortly before I left London for Greece, Mr. Bowring, the honorary
secretary to the Greek Committee, informed me that Mr. Jeremy Bentham
wished to see the stores and materials, preparing for the Greeks, and
that he had done me the honour of asking me to breakfast with him some
day, that I might afterwards conduct him to see the guns, etc.
'"Who the devil is Mr. Bentham?" was my rough reply; "I never heard of
him before." Many of my readers may still be in the same state of
ignorance, and it will be acceptable to them, I hope, to hear of the
philosopher.
'"Mr. Bentham," said Mr. Bowring, "is one of the greatest men of the
age, and for the honour now offered to you, I waited impatiently many
a long day--I believe for more than two years."
'"Great or little, I never heard of him before; but if he wants to see
me, why I'll go."
'It was accordingly arranged that I should visit Mr. Bentham, and that
Mr. Bowring should see him to fix the time, and then inform me. In a
day or two afterwards, I received a note from the honorary secretary
to say I was to breakfast with Mr. Bentham on Saturday. It happened
that I lived at a distance from town, and having heard something of
the primitive manner of living and early hours of philosophers, I
arranged with my wife overnight that I would get up very early on the
Saturday morning, that I might not keep Mr. Bentham waiting.
Accordingly, I rose with the dawn, dressed myself in haste, and
brushed off for Queen's Square, Westminster, as hard as my legs could
carry me. On reaching the Strand, fearing I might be late, being
rather corpulent, and not being willing to go into the presence of so
very great a man, as I understood Mr. Jeremy Bentham to be, puffing
and blowing, I took a hackney-coach and drove up to his door about
eight o'clock. I found a servant girl afoot, and told her I came to
breakfast with Mr. Bentham by appointment.
'She ushered me in, and introduced me to two young men, who looked no
more like philosophers, however, than my own children. I thought they
might be Mr. Bentham's sons, but this, I understood, was a mistake. I
showed them the note I had received from Mr. Bowring, and they told me
Mr. Bentham did not breakfast till three o'clock. This surprised me
much, but they told me I might breakfast with them, which I did,
though I was not much flattered by the honour of sitting down with Mr.
Bentham's clerks, when I was invited by their master. Poor Mr.
Bowring! thought I, he must be a meek-spirited young man if it was for
this he waited so impatiently. I supposed the philosopher himself did
not get up till noon, as he did not breakfast till so late, but in
this I was also mistaken. About ten o'clock I was summoned to his
presence, and mustered up all my courage and all my ideas for the
meeting. His appearance struck me forcibly. His thin white locks, cut
straight in the fashion of the Quakers, and hanging, or rather
floating, on his shoulders; his garments something of Quaker colour
and cut, and his frame rather square and muscular, with no exuberance
of flesh, made up a singular-looking and not an inelegant old man. He
welcomed me with a few hurried words, but without any ceremony, and
then conducted me into several rooms to show me _his_ ammunition and
materials of war. One very large room was nearly filled with books,
and another with unbound works, which, I understood, were the
philosopher's own composition. The former, he said, furnished him his
supplies; and there was a great deal of labour required to read so
many volumes. I said inadvertently, "I suppose you have quite
forgotten what is said in the first before you read the last." Mr.
Bentham, however, took this in good part, and, taking hold of my arm,
said we would proceed on our journey. Accordingly, off we set,
accompanied by one of his young men carrying a portfolio, to keep, I
suppose, a log of our proceedings.
'We went through a small garden, and, passing out of a gate, I found
we were in St. James's Park. Here I noticed that Mr. Bentham had a
very snug dwelling, with many accommodations, and such a garden as
belongs in London only to the first nobility. But for his neighbours,
I thought--for he has a barrack of soldiers on one side of his
premises--I should envy him his garden more than his great
reputation. On looking at him, I could but admire his hale, and even
venerable, appearance. I understood he was seventy-three years of age,
and therefore I concluded we should have a quiet, comfortable walk.
Very much to my surprise, however, we had scarcely got into the Park,
when he let go my arm, and set off trotting like a Highland messenger.
The Park was crowded, and the people one and all seemed to stare at
the old man; but, heedless of all this, he trotted on, his white locks
floating in the wind, as if he were not seen by a single human being.
'As soon as I could recover from my surprise, I asked the young man,
"Is Mr. Bentham flighty?" pointing to my head. "Oh no, it's his way,"
was the hurried answer; "he thinks it good for his health. But I must
run after him;" and off set the youth in chase of the philosopher. I
must not lose my companions, thought I, and off I set also. Of course
the eyes of every human being in the Park were fixed on the running
veteran and his pursuers. There was Jerry ahead, then came his clerk
and his portfolio, and I, being a heavier sailer than either, was
bringing up the rear.
'What the people might think, I don't know; but it seemed to me a very
strange scene, and I was not much delighted at being made such an
object of attraction. Mr. Bentham's activity surprised me, and I never
overtook him or came near him till we reached the Horse Guards, where
his speed was checked by the Blues drawn up in array. Here we threaded
in amongst horses and men till we escaped at the other gate into
Whitehall. I now thought the crowded streets would prevent any more
racing; but several times he escaped from us, and trotted off,
compelling us to trot after him till we reached Mr. Galloway's
manufactory in Smithfield. Here he exulted in his activity, and
inquired particularly if I had ever seen a man at his time of life so
active. I could not possibly answer no, while I was almost breathless
with the exertion of following him through the crowded streets. After
seeing at Mr. Galloway's manufactory, not only the things which had
been prepared for the Greeks, but his other engines and machines, we
proceeded to another manufactory at the foot of Southwark Bridge,
where our brigade of guns stood ready mounted. When Mr. Bentham had
satisfied his curiosity here also, and I had given him every
information in my power, we set off to return to his house, that he
might breakfast; I endeavoured to persuade him to take a
hackney-coach, but in vain. We got on tolerably well, and without any
adventures, tragical or comical, till we arrived at Fleet Street. We
crossed from Fleet Market over towards Mr. Waithman's shop, and here,
letting go my arm, he quitted the foot pavement, and set off again in
one of his vagaries up Fleet Street. His clerk again set off after
him, and I again followed. The race here excited universal attention.
The perambulating ladies, who are always in great numbers about that
part of the town, and ready to laugh at any kind of oddity, and catch
hold of every simpleton, stood and stared at or followed the venerable
philosopher. One of them, well known to all the neighbourhood by the
appellation of the _City Barge_, given to her on account of her
extraordinary bulk, was coming with a consort full sail down Fleet
Street, but whenever they saw the flight of Mr. Jeremy Bentham they
hove to, tacked, and followed to witness the fun or share the prize. I
was heartily ashamed of participating in this scene, and supposed that
everybody would take me for a mad doctor, the young man for my
assistant, and Mr. Bentham for my patient, just broke adrift from his
keepers.
'Fortunately the chase did not continue long. Mr. Bentham hove to
abreast of Carlisle's shop, and stood for a little time to admire the
books and portraits hanging in the window. At length one of them
arrested his attention more particularly. "Ah, ah," said he, in a
hurried indistinct tone, "there it is, there it is!" pointing to a
portrait which I afterwards found was that of the illustrious Jeremy
himself.
'Soon after this, I invented an excuse to quit Mr. Bentham and his
man, promising to go to Queen's Square to dine. I was not, however, to
be again taken in by the philosopher's meal hours; so, laying in a
stock of provisions, I went at his dining hour, half-past ten o'clock,
and supped with him. We had a great deal of conversation, particularly
about mechanical subjects and the art of war. I found the old
gentleman as lively with his tongue as with his feet, and passed a
very pleasant evening; which ended by my pointing out, at his request,
a plan for playing his organ by the steam of his tea-kettle.
'This little story,' says Parry, 'gave Byron a great deal of pleasure.
He very often laughed as I told it; he laughed much at its conclusion.
He declared, when he had fished out every little circumstance, that he
would not have lost it for 1,000 guineas. Lord Byron frequently asked
me to repeat what he called: _Jerry Bentham's Cruise_.'
Parry tells us that Byron took a great interest in all that concerned the
welfare of the working classes, and particularly of the artisans.
'I have lately read,' said Byron on one occasion, 'of an institution
lately established in London for the instruction of mechanics. I
highly approve of this, and intend to subscribe £50 to it; but I shall
at the same time write and give my opinion on the subject. I am always
afraid that schemes of this kind are intended to deceive people; and,
unless all the offices in such an institution are filled with real
practical mechanics, the working classes will soon find themselves
deceived. If they permit any but mechanics to have the direction of
their affairs, they will only become the tools of others. The real
working man will soon be ousted, and his more cunning pretended
friends will take possession and reap all the benefits. It gives me
pleasure to think what a mass of natural intellect this will call into
action. If the plan succeeds, and I hope it may, the ancient
aristocracy of England will be secure for ages to come. The most
useful and numerous body of people in the nation will then judge for
themselves, and, when properly informed, will judge correctly. There
is not on earth a more honourable body of men than the English
nobility; and there is no system of government under which life and
property are better secured than under the British constitution.
'The mechanics and working classes who can maintain their families
are, in my opinion, the happiest body of men. Poverty is
wretchedness; but it is perhaps to be preferred to the heartless,
unmeaning dissipation of the higher orders. I am thankful that I am
now entirely clear of this, and my resolution to remain clear of it
for the rest of my life is immutable.'
Parry remarks that it would be folly to attribute to Byron any love for
democracy, as the term was then understood. Although the bent of his mind
was more Liberal than Conservative, he was not a party man in its narrow
sense. He was a sworn foe to injustice, cruelty, and oppression; such was
the alpha and omega of his political prejudices. He would be an inveterate
enemy to any Government which oppressed one class for the benefit of
another class, and which did not allow its subjects to be free and happy.
In speaking of America, Byron said:
'I have always thought the mode in which the Americans separated from
Great Britain was unfortunate for them. It made them despise or regret
everything English. They disinherited themselves of all the historical
glory of England; there was nothing left for them to admire or
venerate but their own immediate success, and they became egotists,
like savages, from wanting a history. The spirit of jealousy and
animosity excited by the contests between England and America is now
subsiding. Should peace continue, prejudices on both sides will
gradually decrease. Already the Americans are beginning, I think, to
cultivate the antiquities of England, and, as they extend their
inquiries, they will find other objects of admiration besides
themselves. It was of some importance, both for them and for us, that
they did not reject our language with our government. Time, I should
hope, will approximate the institutions of both countries to one
another; and the use of the same language will do more to unite the
two nations than if they both had only one King.'