CHAPTER III.

1808-1809.

'ENGLISH BARDS, AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS.'

94.--To the Rev. John Becher. [1]

Dorant's Hotel, Feb. 26, 1808.

MY DEAR BECHER,--Now for Apollo. I am happy that you still retain your

predilection, and that the public allow me some share of praise. I am

of so much importance that a most violent attack is preparing for me

in the next number of the 'Edinburgh Review'. [2] This I had from the

authority of a friend who has seen the proof and manuscript of the

critique. You know the system of the Edinburgh gentlemen is universal

attack. They praise none; and neither the public nor the author

expects praise from them. It is, however, something to be noticed, as

they profess to pass judgment only on works requiring the public

attention. You will see this when it comes out;--it is, I understand,

of the most unmerciful description; but I am aware of it, and hope

'you' will not be hurt by its severity.

Tell Mrs. Byron not to be out of humour with them, and to prepare her

mind for the greatest hostility on their part. It will do no injury

whatever, and I trust her mind will not be ruffled. They defeat their

object by indiscriminate abuse, and they never praise except the

partisans of Lord Holland and Co. [3] It is nothing to be abused when

Southey, Moore, Lauderdale, Strangford, and Payne Knight, share the

same fate. [4]

I am sorry--but "Childish Recollections" must be suppressed during

this edition. I have altered, at your suggestion, the _obnoxious

allusions_ in the sixth stanza of my last ode.

And now, my dear Becher, I must return my best acknowledgments for the

interest you have taken in me and my poetical bantlings, and I shall

ever be proud to show how much I esteem the _advice_ and the

_adviser._

Believe me, most truly, etc.

[Footnote 1: The Rev. John Thomas Becher (1770-1848), educated at

Westminster and Christ Church, Oxford, was appointed Vicar of Rumpton,

Notts., and Midsomer Norton, 1801; Prebendary of Southwell in 1818; and

chairman of Newark Quarter Sessions in 1816. In all matters relating to

the condition of the poor he made himself an acknowledged authority. He

was the originator of a house of correction, a Friendly Society, and a

workhouse at Southwell. He was one of the "supervisors" appointed to

organize the Milbank Penitentiary, which was opened in June, 1816. On

Friendly Societies he published three works (1824, 1825, and 1826), in

which, 'inter alia', he sought to prove that labourers, paying sixpence

a week from the time they were twenty, could secure not only sick-pay,

but an annuity of five shillings a week at the age of sixty-five. His

'Anti-Pauper System' (1828) pointed to indoor relief as the true cure to

pauperism. It was by Becher's advice that Byron destroyed his 'Fugitive

Pieces'. No one who has read the silly verses which Becher condemned,

can doubt that the counsel was wise (see Byron's Lines to Becher,

'Poems', vol. i. pp. 112-114, 114-116, 247-251). The following are the

lines in which Becher expostulated with Byron on the mischievous

tendency of his verses:--

"Say, Byron! why compel me to deplore

Talents designed for choice poetic lore,

Deigning to varnish scenes, that shun the day,

With guilty lustre, and with amorous lay?

Forbear to taint the Virgin's spotless mind,

In Power though mighty, be in Mercy kind,

Bid the chaste Muse diffuse her hallowed light,

So shall thy Page enkindle pure delight,

Enhance thy native worth, and proudly twine,

With Britain's Honors, those that are divine."

[Footnote 2: See, for the Review itself, Appendix II.

"As an author," writes Byron to Hobhouse, February 27, 1808, "I am cut

to atoms by the E-----'Review;' it is just out, and has completely

demolished my little fabric of fame. This is rather scurvy treatment

for a Whig Review; but politics and poetry are different things, and I

am no adept in either. I therefore submit in silence."

Among the less sentimental effects of this Review upon Byron's mind, he

used to mention that, on the day he read it, he drank three bottles of

claret to his own share after dinner; that nothing, however, relieved

him till he had given vent to his indignation in rhyme, and that "after

the first twenty lines, he felt himself considerably better" (Moore,

'Life', p. 69).

"I was sitting with Charles Lamb," H. Crabb Robinson told De Morgan,

"when Wordsworth came in, with fume in his countenance and the

'Edinburgh Review' in his hand.

'I have no patience with these Reviewers,' he said; 'here is a young

man, a lord, and a minor, it appears, who publishes a little volume

of poetry; and these fellows attack him, as if no one may write

poetry unless he lives in a garret. The young man will do something,

if he goes on.'

When I became acquainted with Lady Byron, I told her this story, and

she said,

'Ah! if Byron had known that, he would never have attacked

Wordsworth. He once went out to dinner where Wordsworth was to be;

when he came home, I said,

"Well, how did the young poet get on with the old one?"

"To tell you the truth," said he, "I had but one feeling from the

beginning of the visit to the end--'reverence!'"'"

('Diary,' iii. 488.)]

[Footnote 3: That is to say, the 'Edinburgh Review' praised only Whigs.

Henry Richard Vassall Fox, third Lord Holland (1773-1840), the "nephew

of Fox, and friend of Grey," married, in 1797, Elizabeth Vassall, the

divorced wife of Sir Godfrey Webster. He held the office of Lord Privy

Seal in the Ministry of All the Talents (October, 1806, to March, 1807).

During the long exclusion of the Whigs from office (1807-32), when there

seemed as little chance of a Whig Administration as of "a thaw in Nova

Zembla," Holland, in the House of Lords, supported Catholic

Emancipation, advocated the emancipation of slaves, opposed the

detention of Napoleon as a prisoner of war, and moved the abolition of

capital punishment for minor offences. From November, 1830, to his

death, with brief intervals, he was Chancellor of the Duchy of

Lancaster, in the administrations of Lord Grey and of Lord Melbourne.

Outside the House he kept the party together by his great social gifts.

An admirable talker, 'raconteur', and mimic, with a wit's relish for

wit, the charm of his good temper was irresistible.

"In my whole experience of our race," said Lord Brougham, "I never saw

such a temper, nor anything that at all resembled it"

('Statesmen of the Time of George III.', ed. 1843, 3rd series, p. 341).

Greville speaks of

"his imperturbable temper, unflagging vivacity and spirit, his

inexhaustible fund of anecdote, extensive information, sprightly wit"

('Memoirs', iii. 446). Leslie, in his 'Autobiographical Recollections'

(vol. i. p. 100), adds the tribute that

"he was, without any exception, the very best-tempered man I have ever

known."

Lord John Russell (preface to vol. vi. of the 'Life of Thomas Moore')

says that

"he won without seeming to court, instructed without seeming to teach,

and he amused without labouring to be witty."

George Ticknor ('Life', vol. i. p. 264)

"never met a man who so disarms opposition in discussion, as I have

often seen him, without yielding an iota, merely by the unpretending

simplicity and sincerity of his manner."

Sydney Smith ('Memoir of the Rev. Sydney Smith', chap. x. p. 187)

considered that his

"career was one great, incessant, and unrewarded effort to resist

oppression, promote justice, and restrain the abuse of power. He had

an invincible hatred of tyranny and oppression, and the most ardent

love of public happiness and attachment to public rights."

A lover of art, a scholar, a linguist, he wrote memoirs, satires, and

verses, collected materials for a life of his uncle, Charles James Fox,

and translated both from the Spanish and Italian. His 'Account of the

Life and Writings of Lope Felix de Vega Carpio' (1806) was reviewed

favourably by the 'Edinburgh Review' for October, 1806. Byron attacked

him in 'English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers' (lines 540-559, and

'notes'), on the supposition that Lord Holland had instigated the

article in the 'Edinburgh Review' on 'Hours of Idleness' (January,

1808). In 1812, learning his mistake, and hearing from Rogers that Lord

and Lady Holland desired the satire to be withdrawn, he gave orders that

the whole impression should be burned (see 'Introduction to English

Sards, and Scotch Reviewers, Poems,' vol. i. p. 294). In his 'Journal'

(November 17, 1813) he writes,

"I have had a most kind letter from Lord Holland on 'The Bride of

Abydos,' which he likes, and so does Lady H. This is very good-natured

in both, from whom I do not deserve any quarter. Yet I 'did' think at

the time, that my cause of enmity proceeded from Holland House, and am

glad I was wrong, and wish I had not been in such a hurry with that

confounded Satire, of which I would suppress even the memory; but

people, now they can't get it, make a fuss, I verily believe out of

contradiction."]

[Footnote 4: In the early numbers of the 'Edinburgh Review' reviews were

published of Southey's 'Thalaba' and 'Madoc;' of Moore's 'Odes of

Anacreon' and 'Poems;' of Lord Lauderdale's 'Inquiry into the Nature and

Origin of Public Wealth;' of Lord Strangford's 'Translations from

Camoëns;' of Payne Knight's 'Principles of Taste.']

95.--To the Rev. John Becher.

Dorant's, March 28, 1808.

I have lately received a copy of the new edition from Ridge, and it is

high time for me to return my best thanks to you for the trouble you

have taken in the superintendence. This I do most sincerely, and only

regret that Ridge has not seconded you as I could wish,--at least, in

the bindings, paper, etc., of the copy he sent to me. Perhaps those

for the public may be more respectable in such articles.

You have seen the 'Edinburgh Review', of course. I regret that Mrs.

Byron is so much annoyed. For my own part, these "paper bullets of the

brain" have only taught me to stand fire; and, as I have been lucky

enough upon the whole, my repose and appetite are not discomposed.

Pratt, [1] the gleaner, author, poet, etc., etc., addressed a long

rhyming epistle to me on the subject, by way of consolation; but it

was not well done, so I do not send it, though the name of the man

might make it go down. The E. Rs. have not performed their task well;

at least the literati tell me this; and I think _I_ could write a more

sarcastic critique on _myself_ than any yet published. For instance,

instead of the remark,--ill-natured enough, but not keen,--about

Macpherson, I (quoad reviewers) could have said, "Alas, this imitation

only proves the assertion of Dr. Johnson, that many men, women, and

_children_, could write such poetry as Ossian's." [2]

I am _thin_ and in exercise. During the spring or summer I trust we

shall meet. I hear Lord Ruthyn leaves Newstead in April. As soon as he

quits it for ever, I wish much you would take a ride over, survey the

mansion, and give me your candid opinion on the most advisable mode of

proceeding with regard to the _house_. _Entre nous_, I am cursedly

dipped; my debts, _every_ thing inclusive, will be nine or ten

thousand before I am twenty-one. But I have reason to think my

property will turn out better than general expectation may conceive.

Of Newstead I have little hope or care; but Hanson, my agent,

intimated my Lancashire property was worth three Newsteads. I believe

we have it hollow; though the defendants are protracting the

surrender, if possible, till after my majority, for the purpose of

forming some arrangement with me, thinking I shall probably prefer a

sum in hand to a reversion. Newstead I may _sell_;--perhaps I will

not,--though of that more anon. I will come down in May or June.

Yours most truly, etc.

[Footnote 1: Samuel Jackson Pratt (1749-1814), actor, itinerant

lecturer, poet of the Cruscan school, tragedian, and novelist, published

a large number of volumes. His 'Gleanings' in England, Holland, Wales,

and Westphalia attained some reputation. His 'Sympathy, a Poem' (1788)

passed through several editions. His stage-name, as well as his 'nom de

plume', was Courtney Melmoth. He was the discoverer and patron of the

cobbler-poet, Blacket (see also 'English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers',

line 319, note 2).]

[Footnote 2: "Dr. Johnson's reply to the friend who asked him if any man

'living' could have written such a book, is well known: 'Yes, sir; many

men, many women, and many children.' I inquired of him myself if this

story was authentic, and he said it was" (Mrs. Piozzi, 'Johnsoniana', p.

84).--[Moore.]]

96.--To the Hon. Augusta Leigh.

[Six Mile Bottom, Newmarket, Cambridge.]

Dorant's, [Tuesday], April 26th, 1808.

My dear Augusta,--I regret being compelled to trouble you again, but

it is necessary I should request you will inform Col. Leigh, if the

P's consent is not obtained in a few days, it will be of little

service to Mr. Wallace, who is ordered to join the 17th in ten days,

the Regiment is stationed in the East Indies, and, as he has already

served there nine years, he is unwilling to return. I shall feel

particularly obliged by Col. Leigh's interference, as I think from his

influence the Prince's consent might be obtained. I am not much in the

habit of asking favours, or pressing exertion, but, on this occasion,

my wish to save Wallace must plead my excuse.

I have been introduced to Julia Byron [1] by Trevannion at the Opera;

she is pretty, but I do not admire her; there is too much Byron in her

countenance, I hear she is clever, a very great defect in a woman, who

becomes conceited in course; altogether I have not much inclination to

improve the acquaintance.

I have seen my old friend George, [1] who will prove the best of the

family, and will one day be Lord B. I do not much care how soon.

Pray name my nephew after his uncle; it must be a nephew, (I _won't_

have a _niece,_) I will make him my _heir,_ for I shall never marry,

unless I am ruined, and then his _inheritance_ would not be great.

George will have the title and his _laurels;_ my property, (if any is

left in five years time,) I can leave to whom I please, and your son

shall be the legatee. Adieu.

Yours ever,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: George Anson Byron, R.N. (1758-1793), second son of Admiral

the Hon. John Byron, by his wife Sophia Trevanion, and brother of

Byron's father, married Henrietta Charlotte Dallas, by whom he had a

son, George, who was at this time in the Royal Navy, and in 1824

succeeded as seventh Lord Byron; and a daughter, Julia Byron, who

married, in 1817, the Rev. Robert Heath. Of his cousin George, Byron

writes in his 'Journal' for November 30, 1813 ('Life,' p. 209):

"I like George much more than most people like their heirs. He is a

fine fellow, and every inch a sailor."

Again on December 1, 1813, he says,

"I hope he will be an admiral, and, perhaps, Lord Byron into the

bargain. If he would but marry, I would engage never to marry myself,

or cut him out of the heirship."

George Anson Byron and his wife both died in 1793.]

97.--To the Rev. John Becher.

Newstead Abbey, Notts., Sept. 14, 1808.

My dear Becher,--I am much obliged to you for your inquiries, and

shall profit by them accordingly. I am going to get up a play here;

the hall will constitute a most admirable theatre. I have settled the

'dram. pers.,' and can do without ladies, as I have some young friends

who will make tolerable substitutes for females, and we only want

three male characters, beside Mr. Hobhouse and myself, for the play we

have fixed on, which will be the 'Revenge.' [1] Pray direct Nicholson

the carpenter to come over to me immediately, and inform me what day

you will dine and pass the night here.

Believe me, etc.

[Footnote 1: Young's tragedy (1721), from which one of Byron's Harrow

speeches in the character of "Zanga" was taken (see page 27 [Letter 10],

[Foot]note 1).]

98.--To John Jackson. [1]

N. A., Notts., September 18, 1808.

Dear Jack,--I wish you would inform me what has been done by Jekyll,

at No. 40, Sloane Square, concerning the pony I returned as unsound.

I have also to request you will call on Louch at Brompton, and inquire

what the devil he meant by sending such an insolent letter to me at

Brighton; and at the same time tell him I by no means can comply with

the charge he has made for things pretended to be damaged.

Ambrose behaved most scandalously about the pony. You may tell Jekyll

if he does not refund the money, I shall put the affair into my

lawyer's hands. Five and twenty guineas is a sound price for a pony,

and by God, if it costs me five hundred pounds, I will make an example

of Mr. Jekyll, and that immediately, unless the cash is returned.

Believe me, dear Jack, etc.

[Footnote 1: John Jackson (1769-1845), better known as "Gentleman"

Jackson, was champion of England from 1795 to 1803. His three fights

were against Fewterel (1788), George Ingleston (1789), and Mendoza

(1795). In his fight at Ingatestone with "George the Brewer," he slipped

on the wet stage, and, falling, dislocated his ankle and broke his leg.

His fight with Mendoza at Hornchurch, Essex, was decided in nine rounds.

At the end of the third round "the odds rose two to one on Mendoza." In

the fifth, Jackson "seized hold of his opponent by the hair, and served

him out in that defenceless state till he fell to the ground." The fight

was practically over, and the odds at once turned in favour of Jackson,

who thenceforward had matters all his own way. Even if Mendoza had worn

a wig, he probably would have succumbed to Jackson, who was a more

powerful man with a longer reach, and as scientific, though not so

ornamental, a boxer. In 1803 Jackson retired from the ring.

"I can see him now" ('Pugilistica,' vol. i. 98), "as I saw him in '84,

walking down Holborn Hill towards Smithfield. He had on a scarlet coat

worked in gold at the button-holes, ruffles, and frill of fine lace, a

small white stock, no collar (they were not then invented), a looped

hat with a broad black band, buff knee-breeches, and long silk

strings, striped white silk stockings, pumps, and paste buckles; his

waistcoat was pale blue satin, sprigged with white. It was impossible

to look on his fine ample chest, his noble shoulders, his waist, (if

anything too small,) his large, but not too large hips, ... his limbs,

his balustrade calf and beautifully turned, but not over delicate

ankle, his firm foot, and peculiarly small hand, without thinking that

nature had sent him on earth as a model. On he went at a good five

miles and a half an hour, the envy of all men, and the admiration of

all women."

His rooms at 13, Bond Street, became the head-quarters of the Pugilistic

Club, with whose initials, P.C., the ropes and stakes at prize-rings

were marked (see page 99 [Letter 51], [Foot]note 1; and Pierce Egan's

'Life in London,' pp. 252-254). From 1803 to 1824, when he retired from

the profession, he was, as Pierce Egan says of him (p. 254), unrivalled

as "a teacher of the Art of 'self-defence.'" His character stood high.

"From the highest to the lowest person in the Sporting World, his

'decision' is law."

"This gentleman," says Moore, in a note to 'Tom Crib's Memorial to

Congress' (p. 13), "as he well deserves to be called, from the

correctness of his conduct and the peculiar urbanity of his manners,

forms that useful link between the amateurs and the professors of

pugilism, which, when broken, it will be difficult, if not wholly

impossible, to replace."

He was Byron's guest at Cambridge, Newstead, and Brighton; received from

him many letters; and is described by him, in a note to 'Don Juan'

(Canto XI. stanza xix.), as "my old friend and corporeal pastor and

master." Jackson's monument in Brompton Cemetery, a couchant lion and a

mourning athlete, was subscribed for "by several noblemen and gentlemen,

to record their admiration of one whose excellence of heart and

incorruptible worth endeared him to all who knew him."]

99.--To John Jackson.

N. A., Notts., October 4, 1808.

You will make as good a bargain as possible with this Master Jekyll,

if he is not a gentleman. If he is a _gentleman_, inform me, for I

shall take very different steps. If he is not, you must get what you

can of the money, for I have too much business on hand at present to

commence an action. Besides, Ambrose is the man who ought to

refund,--but I have done with him. You can settle with L. out of the

balance, and dispose of the bidets, etc., as you best can.

I should be very glad to see you here; but the house is filled with

workmen, and undergoing a thorough repair. I hope, however, to be more

fortunate before many months have elapsed.

If you see Bold Webster, [1] remember me to him, and tell him I have

to regret Sydney, who has perished, I fear, in my rabbit warren, for

we have seen nothing of him for the last fortnight. Adieu. [2]

Believe me, etc.

[Footnote 1: Sir Godfrey Vassal Webster (1788-1836).]

[Footnote 2: A third letter to Jackson, written from Newstead, December

12, 1808, runs as follows:--

"My Dear Jack,--You will get the greyhound from the owner at any

price, and as many more of the same breed (male or female) as you can

collect.

"Tell D'Egville his dress shall be returned--I am obliged to him for

the pattern. I am sorry you should have so much trouble, but I was not

aware of the difficulty of procuring the animals in question. I

shall have finished part of my mansion in a few weeks, and, if you can

pay me a visit at Christmas, I shall be very glad to see you.

Believe me, etc."

In a bill, for 1808, sent in to Byron by Messrs. Finn and Johnson,

tailors, of Nottingham, appears the following item: "Masquerade Jackett

with belt and rich Turban, £11:9:6." This is probably the dress made

from d'Egville's pattern.

James d'Egville learned dancing from Gaetano Vestris, well known at the

Court of Frederick the Great, and from Gardel, the Court teacher of

Marie Antoinette. He, his brother Louis, and his sister Madame Michau,

were the most famous teachers of the day in England. The real name of

the family was Hervey; that of d'Egville was assumed for professional

purposes. James d'Egville enjoyed a great reputation, both as an actor

and a dancer, in Paris and London. He was Acting-Manager and Director of

the King's Theatre (October, 1807, to January, 1808), but was dismissed,

owing to a disagreement between the managers, in the course of which he

was accused of French proclivities and republican principles (see

Waters's 'Opera-Glass', pp. 133-145). A man of taste and cultivation, he

produced some musical extravaganzas and ballets; 'e.g. Don Quichotte ou

les Noces de Gamache, L'Elèvement d'Adonis, The Rape of Dejanira', etc.

A coloured print, in the possession of his great-nephew, Mr. Louis

d'Egville, represents him, with Deshayes, in one of his most successful

appearances, the ballet-pantomime of 'Achille et Deidamie'. He was an

enthusiastic sportsman.]

100.--To his Mother.

Newstead Abbey, Notts, October 7, 1808.

Dear Madam,--I have no beds for the Hansons or any body else at

present. The Hansons sleep at Mansfield. I do not know that I resemble

Jean Jacques Rousseau. [1] I have no ambition to be like so

illustrious a madman--but this I know, that I shall live in my own

manner, and as much alone as possible. When my rooms are ready I shall

be glad to see you: at present it would be improper, and uncomfortable

to both parties. You can hardly object to my rendering my mansion

habitable, notwithstanding my departure for Persia in March (or May at

farthest), since _you_ will be _tenant_ till my return; and in case of

any accident (for I have already arranged my will to be drawn up the

moment I am twenty-one), I have taken care you shall have the house

and manor for _life_, besides a sufficient income. So you see my

improvements are not entirely selfish. As I have a friend here, we

will go to the Infirmary Ball on the 12th; we will drink tea with Mrs.

Byron [2] at eight o'clock, and expect to see you at the ball. If that

lady will allow us a couple of rooms to dress in, we shall be highly

obliged:--if we are at the ball by ten or eleven, it will be time

enough, and we shall return to Newstead about three or four. Adieu.

Believe me, yours very truly,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: In Byron's 'Detached Thoughts', quoted by Moore ('Life', p.

72), he thus refers to the comparison with Rousseau:--

"My mother, before I was twenty, would have it that I was like

Rousseau, and Madame de Stael used to say so too in 1813, and the

'Edinburgh Review' has something of the sort in its critique on the

fourth canto of 'Childe Harold'. I can't see any point of

resemblance:--he wrote prose, I verse: he was of the people; I of the

aristocracy: he was a philosopher; I am none: he published his first

work at forty; I mine at eighteen: his first essay brought him

universal applause; mine the contrary: he married his housekeeper; I

could not keep house with my wife: he thought all the world in a plot

against him; my little world seems to think me in a plot against it,

if I may judge by their abuse in print and coterie: he liked botany; I

like flowers, herbs, and trees, but know nothing of their pedigrees:

he wrote music; I limit my knowledge of it to what I catch by _ear_--I

never could learn any thing by _study_, not even a _language_--it was

all by rote and ear, and memory: he had a _bad_ memory; I _had_, at

least, an excellent one (ask Hodgson the poet--a good judge, for he

has an astonishing one): he wrote with hesitation and care; I with

rapidity, and rarely with pains: _he_ could never ride, nor swim, nor

'was cunning of fence;' _I_ am an excellent swimmer, a decent, though

not at all a dashing, rider, (having staved in a rib at eighteen, in

the course of scampering,) and was sufficient of fence, particularly

of the Highland broadsword,--not a bad boxer, when I could keep my

temper, which was difficult, but which I strove to do ever since I

knocked down Mr. Purling, and put his knee-pan out (with the gloves

on), in Angelo's and Jackson's rooms in 1806, during the sparring,

--and I was, besides, a very fair cricketer,--one of the Harrow

eleven, when we played against Eton in 1805. Besides, Rousseau's way

of life, his country, his manners, his whole character, were so very

different, that I am at a loss to conceive how such a comparison could

have arisen, as it has done three several times, and all in rather a

remarkable manner. I forgot to say that _he_ was also short-sighted,

and that hitherto my eyes have been the contrary, to such a degree

that, in the largest theatre of Bologna, I distinguished and read some

busts and inscriptions, painted near the stage, from a box so distant

and so _darkly_ lighted, that none of the company (composed of young

and very bright-eyed people, some of them in the same box,) could make

out a letter, and thought it was a trick, though I had never been in

that theatre before.

"Altogether, I think myself justified in thinking the comparison not

well founded. I don't say this out of pique, for Rousseau was a great

man; and the thing, if true, were flattering enough;--but I have no

idea of being pleased with the chimera."]

[Footnote 2: The Hon. Mrs. George Byron, 'née' Frances Levett, Byron's

great-aunt, widow of the Hon. George Byron, fourth brother of William,

fifth Lord Byron.]

101.--To his Mother.

Newstead Abbey, November 2, 1808.

DEAR MOTHER,--If you please, we will forget the things you mention. I

have no desire to remember them. When my rooms are finished, I shall

be happy to see you; as I tell but the truth, you will not suspect me

of evasion. I am furnishing the house more for you than myself, and I

shall establish you in it before I sail for India, which I expect to

do in March, if nothing particularly obstructive occurs. I am now

fitting up the _green_ drawing-room; the red for a bed-room, and the

rooms over as sleeping-rooms. They will be soon completed;--at least

I hope so.

I wish you would inquire of Major Watson (who is an old Indian) what

things will be necessary to provide for my voyage. I have already

procured a friend to write to the Arabic Professor at Cambridge, [1]

for some information I am anxious to procure. I can easily get letters

from government to the ambassadors, consuls, etc., and also to the

governors at Calcutta and Madras. I shall place my property and my

will in the hands of trustees till my return, and I mean to appoint

you one. From Hanson I have heard nothing--when I do, you shall have

the particulars.

After all, you must own my project is not a bad one. If I do not

travel now, I never shall, and all men should one day or other. I have

at present no connections to keep me at home; no wife, or unprovided

sisters, brothers, etc. I shall take care of you, and when I return I

may possibly become a politician. A few years' knowledge of other

countries than our own will not incapacitate me for that part. If we

see no nation but our own, we do not give mankind a fair chance;--it

is from _experience_, not books, we ought to judge of them. There is

nothing like inspection, and trusting to our own senses.

Yours, etc.

[Footnote 1: The Rev. John Palmer, Fellow of St. John's, Adam's

Professor of Arabic (1804-19).]

102.--To Francis Hodgson. [1]

Newstead Abbey, Notts., Nov. 3, 1808.

My Dear Hodgson,--I expected to have heard ere this the event of your

interview with the mysterious Mr. Haynes, my volunteer correspondent;

however, as I had no business to trouble you with the adjustment of my

concerns with that illustrious stranger, I have no right to complain

of your silence.

You have of course seen Drury, [2] in all the pleasing palpitations of

anticipated wedlock. Well! he has still something to look forward to,

and his present extacies are certainly enviable. "Peace be with him

and with his spirit," and his flesh also, at least just now ...

Hobhouse and your humble are still here. Hobhouse hunts, etc., and I

do nothing; we dined the other day with a neighbouring Esquire (not

Collet of Staines), and regretted your absence, as the Bouquet of

Staines was scarcely to be compared to our last "feast of reason." You

know, laughing is the sign of a rational animal; so says Dr. Smollett.

I think so, too, but unluckily my spirits don't always keep pace with

my opinions. I had not so much scope for risibility the other day as I

could have wished, for I was seated near a woman, to whom, when a boy,

I was as much attached as boys generally are, and more than a man

should be. [3] I knew this before I went, and was determined to be

valiant, and converse with _sang froid_; but instead I forgot my

valour and my nonchalance, and never opened my lips even to laugh, far

less to speak, and the lady was almost as absurd as myself, which made

both the object of more observation than if we had conducted ourselves

with easy indifference. You will think all this great nonsense; if you

had seen it, you would have thought it still more ridiculous. What

fools we are! We cry for a plaything, which, like children, we are

never satisfied with till we break open, though like them we cannot

get rid of it by putting it in the fire.

I have tried for Gifford's _Epistle to Pindar_,[4] and the bookseller

says the copies were cut up for _waste paper_; if you can procure me a

copy I shall be much obliged. Adieu!

Believe me, my dear Sir, yours ever sincerely,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: Francis Hodgson (1781-1852), educated at Eton (1794-99) and

at King's College, Cambridge, Scholar (1799), Fellow (1802), hesitated

between literature and the bar as his profession. For three years he was

a private tutor, for one (1806) a master at Eton. In 1807 he became a

resident tutor at King's. It was not till 1812 that he decided to take

orders. Two years later he married Miss Tayler, a sister of Mrs. Henry

Drury, and took a country curacy. In 1816 he was given the Eton living

of Bakewell, in Derbyshire, became Archdeacon of Derby in 1836, and in

1840 Provost of Eton. At Eton he died December 29, 1852.

Hodgson's literary facility was extraordinary. He rhymed with an ease

which almost rivals that of Byron, and from 1807 to 1818 he poured out

quantities of verse, English and Latin, original and translated, besides

writing articles for the 'Quarterly', the 'Monthly', and the 'Critical'

Reviews. He published his 'Translation of Juvenal' in 1807, in which he

was assisted by Drury and Merivale; 'Lady Jane Grey', a Tale; and other

Poems (1809); 'Sir Edgar, a Tale' (1810); 'Leaves of Laurel' (1812);

'Charlemagne, an Epic Poem' (1815), translated from the original of

Lucien Bonaparte, Prince of Canino, by S. Butler and Francis Hodgson;

'The Friends, a Poem in Four Books; Mythology for Versification' (1831);

'A Charge, as Archdeacon of Derby' (1837); 'Sermons' (1846); and other

works.

His acquaintance with Byron began in 1807, when Byron was meditating

'British Bards', and Hodgson, provoked by a review of his 'Juvenal' in

the 'Edinburgh Review', was composing his 'Gentle Alterative prepared

for the Reviewers', which appears on pp. 56, 57 of 'Lady Jane Grey'.

There are some curious points of resemblance between the two poems,

though Hodgson's lines can hardly be compared for force and sting to

'English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers'. Like Byron (see 'English Bards,

etc'., line 513, note 7), he makes merry over the blunder of the

'Edinburgh' reviewer, who, in an article on Payne Knight's 'Principles

of Taste', severely criticized some Greek lines which he attributed to

Knight, but which, in fact, were by Pindar:--

"And when he frown'd on Kn--'s erroneous Greek,

Bad him in Pindar's page that error seek."

Like Byron also, he attributes the blunder to Hallam, and speaks of

"Hallam's baffled art." The article was written by Lord Holland's

physician, Dr. Allen, who, according to Sydney Smith, had "the creed of

a philosopher and the legs of a clergyman." Like Byron also (see

'English Bards, etc'., line 820), he appeals to Gifford, who was an old

family friend, to return to the fray:--

"Oh! for that voice, whose cadence loud and strong

Drove Delia Crusca from the field of song--

And with a force that guiltier fools should feel,

Rack'd a vain butterfly on Satire's wheel."

In a note appended to the words in his satire--"Like clowns detest

nobility"--he refers to the 'Edinburgh's' treatment of Byron's verse.

The link thus established between Byron and Hodgson grew stronger for

the next few years. Hodgson suppressed Moore's challenge to the author

of 'English Bards'; was Byron's guest at Newstead (see page 179 [Letter

92], in [Foot]note [further down]); pleaded with him on the subject of

religion; translated his lines, "I would I were a careless child," into

Latin verse ('Lady Jane Grey', p. 94); addressed him in poetry, as, for

instance, in the "Lines to a Friend going abroad" ('Sir Edgar', p. 173).

Byron, on his side, seems to have been sincerely attached to Hodgson, to

whom he left, by his first will (1811), one-third of his personal goods,

and in 1813 gave £1000 to enable him to marry. Hodgson corresponded with

Mrs. Leigh and with Miss Milbanke, afterwards Lady Byron, endeavoured to

heal the breach between husband and wife, and was one of the mourners at

Hucknall Torkard Church.

In Haydon's 'Table-Talk' (vol. ii. pp. 367-8) is recorded a conversation

with Hobhouse on the subject of Hodgson. Haydon's account of Hobhouse's

words is confused; but he definitely asserts that Hodgson's life was

dissipated, and insinuates that he perverted Byron's character. Part of

the explanation is probably this: Hodgson's friend, the Rev. Robert

Bland, kept a mistress, described as a woman of great personal and

mental attraction. He asked Hodgson, during his absence on the

Continent, to visit the lady and send him frequent news of her. Hodgson

did so, with the result that, at Bland's return, the lady refused to see

him. When Byron came back from his Eastern tour, he received a frantic

letter from Bland, telling him that Hodgson had stolen her love. To this

Byron refers in his letter to Harness, December 15, 1811, and probably

told an embellished story to Hobhouse. But Hodgson himself warmly

repudiated the charge; and there is no reason to think that his version

of the affair is not the truth.]

[Footnote 2: The Rev. Henry Drury married, December 20, 1808, Ann

Caroline, daughter of Archdale Wilson Tayler, of Boreham Wood, Herts.

Their five sons were all educated at Harrow: Henry, Archdeacon of Wilts

and editor of 'Arundines Cami' (1841); Byron, Vice-Admiral R.N.;

Benjamin Heath, Vice-President of Caius College, Cambridge; Heber,

Colonel in the Madras Army; Charles Curtis, General of the Bengal Staff

Corps (see also page 41 [Letter 14], [Foot]note 2 [1]).]

[Footnote 3: Mrs. Chaworth Musters (see Byron's lines, "Well! thou art

happy," 'Poems', vol. i. pp. 277-279).]

[Footnote 4: William Gifford (1756-1826), a self-taught scholar, first a

ploughboy, then boy on board a Brixham coaster, afterwards shoemaker's

apprentice, was sent by friends to Exeter College, Oxford (1779-81). In

the 'Baviad' (1794) and the 'Maeviad' (1795) he attacked many of the

smaller writers of the day, who were either silly, like the Delia

Cruscan school, or discreditable, like Williams, who wrote as "Anthony

Pasquin." In his 'Epistle to Peter Pindar' (1800) he succeeds in laying

bare the true character of John Wolcot. As editor of the 'Anti-Jacobin,

or Weekly Examiner' (November, 1797, to July, 1798), he supported the

political views of Canning and his friends. As editor of the 'Quarterly

Review', from its foundation (February, 1809) to his resignation in

September, 1824, he did yeoman's service to sound literature by his good

sense and adherence to the best models. It was a period when all

criticism was narrow, and, to some degree, warped by political

prejudice. In these respects, Gifford's work may not have risen

above--it certainly did not fall below--the highest standard of

contemporary criticism. His editions of 'Massinger' (1805), which

superseded that of Monck Mason and Davies (1765), of 'Ben Jonson'

(1816), of 'Ford' (1827), are valuable. To his translation of 'Juvenal'

(1802) is prefixed his autobiography. His translation of 'Persius'

appeared in 1821. To Gifford, Byron usually paid the utmost deference.

"Any suggestion of yours, even if it were conveyed," he writes to him,

in 1813, "in the less tender text of the 'Baviad,' or a Monk Mason

note to Massinger, would be obeyed."

See also his letter (September 7, 1811), in which he calls Gifford his

"Magnus Apollo," and values his praise above the gems of Samarcand.

"He was," says Sir Walter Scott ('Diary,' January 18, 1827), "a little

man, dumpled up together, and so ill-made as to seem almost deformed,

but with a singular expression of talent in his countenance."

Byron was attracted to Gifford, partly by his devotion to the classical

models of literature, partly by the outspoken frankness of his literary

criticism, partly also, perhaps, by his physical deformity.

103.--To John Hanson.

Newstead Abbey, Notts., November 18th, 1808.

Dear Sir,--I am truly glad to hear your health is reinstated. As for

my affairs I am sure you will do your best, and, though I should be

glad to get rid of my Lancashire property for an equivalent in money,

I shall not take any steps of that nature without good advice and

mature consideration.

I am (as I have already told you) going abroad in the spring; for this

I have many reasons. In the first place, I wish to study India and

Asiatic policy and manners. I am young, tolerably vigorous, abstemious

in my way of living; I have no pleasure in fashionable dissipation,

and I am determined to take a wider field than is customary with

travellers. If I return, my judgment will be more mature, and I shall

still be young enough for politics. With regard to expence, travelling

through the East is rather inconvenient than expensive: it is not like

the tour of Europe, you undergo hardship, but incur little hazard of

spending money. If I live here I must have my house in town, a

separate house for Mrs. Byron; I must keep horses, etc., etc. When I

go abroad I place Mrs. Byron at Newstead (there is one great expence

saved), I have no horses to keep. A voyage to India will take me six

months, and if I had a dozen attendants cannot cost me five hundred

pounds; and you will agree with me that a like term of months in

England would lead me into four times that expenditure. I have written

to Government for letters and permission of the Company, so you see I

am _serious._

You honour my debts; they amount to perhaps twelve thousand pounds,

and I shall require perhaps three or four thousand at setting out,

with credit on a Bengal agent. This you must manage for me. If my

resources are not adequate to the supply I must _sell_, but _not

Newstead._ I will at least transmit that to the next Lord. My debts

must be paid, if possible, in February. I shall leave my affairs to

the care of _trustees_, of whom, with your acquiescence, I shall _name

you_ one, Mr. Parker another, and two more, on whom I am not yet

determined.

Pray let me hear from you soon. Remember me to Mrs. Hanson, whom I

hope to see on her return. Present my best respects to the young lady,

and believe me, etc.,

BYRON.

104.--To Francis Hodgson.

Newstead Abbey, Notts., Nov. 27, 1808.

My Dear Sir,--Boatswain [1] is to be buried in a vault waiting for

myself. I have also written an epitaph, which I would send, were it

not for two reasons: one is, that it is too long for a letter; and the

other, that I hope you will some day read it on the spot where it will

be engraved.

You discomfort me with the intelligence of the real orthodoxy of the

Arch-fiend's name, [2] but alas! it must stand with me at present; if

ever I have an opportunity of correcting, I shall liken him to

Geoffrey of Monmouth, a noted liar in his way, and perhaps a more

correct prototype than the Carnifex of James II.

I do not think the composition of your poem "a sufficing reason" for

not keeping your promise of a Christmas visit. Why not come? I will

never disturb you in your moments of inspiration; and if you wish to

collect any materials for the _scenery_?,[3] Hardwicke (where Mary was

confined for several years) is not eight miles distant, and,

independent of the interest you must take in it as her vindicator, is

a most beautiful and venerable object of curiosity. I shall take it

very ill if you do not come; my mansion is improving in comfort, and,

when you require solitude, I shall have an apartment devoted to the

purpose of receiving your poetical reveries.

I have heard from our Drury; he says little of the Row, which I

regret: indeed I would have sacrificed much to have contributed in any

way (as a schoolboy) to its consummation; but Butler survives, and

thirteen boys have been expelled in vain. Davies is not here, but

Hobhouse hunts as usual, and your humble servant "drags at each remove

a lengthened chain." I have heard from his Grace of Portland [4] on

the subject of my expedition: he talks of difficulties; by the gods!

if he throws any in my way I will next session ring such a peal in his

ears,

That he shall wish the fiery

Dane Had rather been his guest again. [5]

You do not tell me if Gifford is really my commentator: it is too good

to be true, for I know nothing would gratify my vanity so much as the

reality; even the idea is too precious to part with.

I shall expect you here; let me have no more excuses. Hobhouse desires

his best remembrance. We are now lingering over our evening potations.

I have extended my letter further than I ought, and beg you will

excuse it; on the opposite page I send you some stanzas [6] I wrote

off on being questioned by a former flame as to my motives for

quitting this country. You are the first reader. Hobhouse hates

everything of the kind, therefore I do not show them to him. Adieu!

Believe me, yours very sincerely,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: Boatswain, the Newfoundland dog, died November 18, 1808.

(For Byron's inscriptions in prose and verse, see 'Poems', vol. i. p.

280.)]

[Footnote 2: Byron at first thought that Jeffrey, the editor of the

'Edinburgh Review', spelt his name in the same way as the Judge Jeffreys

of the Bloody Assizes. He probably writes "orthodoxy" for "orthography"

as a joke. (See the lines quoted from 'British Bards' in notes to

'English. Bards, etc.', line 439, note 2.)]

[Footnote 3: It is stated that Hodgson was writing a poem on Mary Queen

of Scots ('Life of Rev. Francis Hodgson', vol. i. p. 107). No such poem

was apparently ever published. In Hodgson's 'Lady Jane Grey', Queen Mary

of England plays a part; hence, possibly, the mistake.]

[Footnote 4: Byron asked the Duke of Portland to procure him "permission

from the E.I. Directors to pass through their settlements." The duke

replied, in effect, that Byron trespassed on his time and patience. So

Byron at least took his answer (see 'English Bards, and Scotch

Reviewers,' line 1016 and note 2).]

[Footnote 5: 'Marmion', Canto II. stanza xxxi.]

[Footnote 6: See stanzas "To a Lady on being asked my Reason for

Quitting England in the Spring" ('Poems', vol. i. p. 282).]

105.--To the Hon. Augusta Leigh.

[Ld. Chichester's, Stratton Street, London.]

Newstead Abbey, Notts., [Wednesday], Novr. 30th, 1808.

My Dearest Augusta,--I return you my best thanks for making me an

uncle, and forgive the sex this time; but the next _must_ be a nephew.

You will be happy to hear my Lancashire property is likely to prove

extremely valuable; indeed my pecuniary affairs are altogether far

superior to my expectations or any other person's. If I would _sell_,

my income would probably be six thousand per annum; but I will not

part at least with Newstead, or indeed with the other, which is of a

nature to increase in value yearly. I am living here _alone_, which

suits my inclinations better than society of any kind. Mrs. Byron I

have shaken off for two years, and I shall not resume her yoke in

future, I am afraid my disposition will suffer in your estimation; but

I never can forgive that woman, or breathe in comfort under the same

roof.

I am a very unlucky fellow, for I think I had naturally not a bad

heart; but it has been so bent, twisted, and trampled on, that it has

now become as hard as a Highlander's heelpiece.

I do not know that much alteration has taken place in my person,

except that I am grown much thinner, and somewhat taller! I saw Col.

Leigh at Brighton in July, where I should have been glad to have seen

you; I only know your husband by sight, though I am acquainted with

many of the Tenth. Indeed my relations are those whom I know the

least, and in most instances, I am not very anxious to improve the

acquaintance. I hope you are quite recovered, I shall be in town in

January to take my seat, and will call, if convenient; let me hear

from you before.

[Signature cut off, and over the page is, in Mrs. Leigh's writing,

this endorsement: "Sent to Miss Alderson to go to Germany, May 29th,

1843."]

106.--To the Hon. Augusta Leigh.

[Ld. Chichester's, Stratton Street, London.]

Newstead Abbey, Notts., Decr. 14th, 1808.

My Dearest Augusta,--When I stated in my last, that my intercourse

with the world had hardened my heart, I did not mean from any

matrimonial disappointment, no, I have been guilty of many

absurdities, but I hope in God I shall always escape that worst of

evils, Marriage. I have no doubt there are exceptions, and of course

include you amongst them, but you will recollect, that "_exceptions

only prove the Rule_."

I live here much in my own manner, that is, _alone_, for I could not

bear the company of my best friend, above a month; there is such a

sameness in mankind upon the whole, and they grow so much more

disgusting every day, that, were it not for a portion of Ambition, and

a conviction that in times like the present we ought to perform our

respective duties, I should live here all my life, in unvaried

Solitude. I have been visited by all our Nobility and Gentry; but I

return no visits. Joseph Murray is at the head of my household, poor

honest fellow! I should be a great Brute, if I had not provided for

him in the manner most congenial to his own feelings, and to mine. I

have several horses, and a considerable establishment, but I am not

addicted to hunting or shooting. I hate all field sports, though a few

years since I was a tolerable adept in the _polite_ arts of

Foxhunting, Hawking, Boxing, etc., etc. My Library is rather

extensive, (and as you perhaps know) I am a mighty Scribbler; I

flatter myself I have made some improvements in Newstead, and, as I am

independent, I am happy, as far as any person unfortunate enough to be

born into this world, can be said to be so.

I shall be glad to hear from you when convenient, and beg you to

believe me,

Very sincerely yours,

BYRON.

107.--To John Hanson.

Newstead Abbey, Notts., Dec. 17, 1808.

My Dear Sir,--I regret the contents of your letter as I think we shall

be thrown on our backs from the delay. I do not know if our best

method would not be to compromise if possible, as you know the state

of my affairs will not be much bettered by a protracted and possibly

unsuccessful litigation. However, I am and have been so much in the

dark during the whole transaction that I am not a competent judge of

the most expedient measures. I suppose it will end in my marrying a

_Golden Dolly_ [1] or blowing my brains out; it does not much matter

which, the remedies are nearly alike. I shall be glad to hear from you

further on the business. I suppose now it will be still more difficult

to come to any terms. Have you seen Mrs. Massingberd, and have you

arranged my Israelitish accounts? Pray remember me to Mrs. Hanson, to

Harriet, and all the family, female and male.

Believe me also, yours very sincerely,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: Mrs. Byron also advised his marriage with an heiress. The

following passage is taken from her letter to Hanson, January 30, 1809:--

"I was sorry I could not see you here. Byron told me he intended to

put his servants on Board Wages at Newstead. I was very sorry to hear

of the great expence the Newstead _fête_ would put him to. I can see

nothing but the Road to Ruin in all this, which grieves me to the

heart and makes me still worse than I would otherwise be (unless,

indeed, Coal Mines turn to Gold Mines), or that he mends his fortune

in the old and usual way by marrying a Woman with two or three hundred

thousand pounds. I have no doubt of his being a great speaker and a

celebrated public character, and _all_ that; but that _won't add_ to

his fortune, but bring on more expenses on him, and there is nothing

to be had in this country to make a man rich in his line of life."

In another letter to Hanson, dated March 4, 1809, she returns to the

same subject:--

"I have had a very dismal letter from my son, informing me that he is

_ruined_. He wishes to borrow my money. This I shall be very ready to

oblige him in, on such security as you approve. As it is my _all_,

this is very necessary, and I am sure he would not wish to have it on

any other terms. It cannot be paid up, however, under six months'

notice. I wish he would take the debt of a thousand pounds, that I

have been security for, on himself, and pay about eighty pounds he

owes here.

I wish to God he would exert himself and retrieve his affairs. He

must marry a Woman of _fortune_ this spring; love matches is all

nonsense. Let him make use of the Talents God has given him. He is an

English Peer, and has all the privileges of that situation. What is

this about proving his grandfather's marriage? I thought it had been

in Lancashire. If it was not, it surely easily can be proved. Is

nothing going forward concerning the Rochdale Property? I am sure, if

I was Lord Byron, I would sell no estates to pay Jews; I only would

pay what was lawful. Pray answer the note immediately, and answer all

my questions concerning lending the money, the Rochdale property, and

why B. don't or can't take his seat, which is very hard, and very

provoking.

I am, Dear Sir, yours sincerely,

C. G. BYRON."]

108.--To Francis Hodgson.

Newstead Abbey, Notts., Dec. 17, 1808.

My Dear Hodgson,--I have just received your letter, and one from B.

Drury, [1] which I would send, were it not too bulky to despatch

within a sheet of paper; but I must impart the contents and consign

the answer to your care. In the first place, I cannot address the

answer to him, because the epistle is without date or direction; and

in the next, the contents are so singular that I can scarce believe my

optics, "which are made the fools of the other senses, or else worth

all the rest."

A few weeks ago, I wrote to our friend Harry Drury of facetious

memory, to request he would prevail on his brother at Eton to receive

the son of a citizen in London well known unto me as a pupil; the

family having been particularly polite during the short time I was

with them, induced me to this application. "Now mark what follows," as

somebody or Southey sublimely saith: on this day, the 17th December,

arrives an epistle signed B. Drury, containing not the smallest

reference to tuition or _in_tuition, but a _petition_ for _Robert

Gregson_, [2] of pugilistic notoriety, now in bondage for certain

paltry pounds sterling, and liable to take up his everlasting abode in

Banco Regis. Had this letter been from any of my _lay_ acquaintance,

or, in short, from anyone but the gentleman whose signature it bears,

I should have marvelled not. If Drury is serious, I congratulate

pugilism on the acquisition of such a patron, and shall be happy to

advance any sum necessary for the liberation of the captive Gregson;

but I certainly hope to be certified from you or some reputable

housekeeper of the fact, before I write to Drury on the subject. When

I say the _fact_, I mean of the _letter_ being written by _Drury_, not

having any doubt as to the authenticity of the statement. The letter

is now before me, and I keep it for your perusal. When I hear from you

I shall address my answer to him, under _your care_; for as it is now

the vacation at Eton, and the letter is without _time_ or _place_, I

cannot venture to consign my sentiments on so _momentous_ a _concern_

to chance.

To you, my dear Hodgson, I have not much to say. If you can make it

convenient or pleasant to trust yourself here, be assured it will be

both to me.

[Footnote 1: Benjamin Heath Drury (1782-1835), second son of the

Headmaster of Harrow (see page 41 [Letter 14], [Foot]note 2 [1]), was a

Fellow of King's College, Cambridge, and Assistant-master at Eton.

Gronow ('Reminiscences', vol. i. pp. 209 and 233) says that Drury was

"passionately devoted to theatricals," and, with his friend Knapp,

frequently drove up to London after school-hours to sup with Edmund Kean

and Arnold at Drury Lane or the Hummums in Covent Garden. On one

occasion they took with them Lord Eldon's son, then a school-boy at

Eton. After supper the party were "run in" by the watchmen, and bailed

out at Bow Street by the Lord Chancellor's secretary.]

[Footnote 2: Bob Gregson (1778-1824), the big-boned, burly landlord of

the Castle, Holborn, known as "Bob's Chop-house," was a familiar figure

in the sporting world. When captain of the Liverpool and Wigan Packet,

he established his reputation in Lancashire as a fighter. He stood 6

feet 1-1/2 inches in height, and weighed 15 stone 6 pounds. But, in

spite of the eulogies of Pierce Egan--a low-caste Irishman, who was

first a compositor, then a comedian, and afterwards a newspaper reporter

(see Grantley Berkeley's 'My Life and Recollections', vol. i. pp. 107,

108)--Gregson had no science, and depended only on his strength,

courage, and endurance. He was beaten by Gully at Six Mile Bottom in

1807, and again in 1808 at Markyate Street; also by Tom Cribb at Moulsey

Hurst in 1808 ('Pugilistica', vol. i. pp. 237-241). Failing as landlord

of the Castle, he set up a school of boxing at Dublin, where he

afterwards kept "the Punch House," in Moor Street. He died at Liverpool

in 1824. According to Egan ('Boxiana', vol. i. pp. 357, 358), Gregson

"united Pugilism with Poetry." On this claim he adopted the letters

"P.P." after his name. Egan gives some of his doggerel among "Prime

Chaunts for the Fancy" ('ibid'., p. 358). Moore, in 'Tom Crib's Memorial

to Congress', attributes to him his "Lines to Miss Grace Maddox" (pp.

75-77); "Ya-Hip, my Hearties!" (pp. 80-83); and "The Annual Pill" (pp.

84-86).]

109.--To John Hanson.

Newstead Abbey, Jan. 15th, 1809.

My Dear Sir,--I am much obliged by your kind invitation, but I wish

you, if possible, to be here on the 22nd. [1] Your presence will be of

great service, everything is prepared for your reception exactly as if

I remained, and I think Hargreaves will be gratified by the appearance

of the place, and the humours of the day. I shall on the first

opportunity pay my respects to your family, and though I will not

trespass on your hospitality on the 22nd, my obligation is not less

for your agreeable offer, which on any other occasion would be

immediately accepted, but I wish you much to be present at the

festivities, and I hope you will add Charles to the party. Consider,

as the Courtier says in the tragedy of _Tom Thumb_ [2]--

"This is a day; your Majesties may boast of it,

And since it never can come o'er, 'tis fit you make the most of it."

I shall take my seat as soon as circumstances will admit. I have not

yet chosen my side in politics, nor shall I hastily commit myself with

professions, or pledge my support to any men or measures, but though I

shall not run headlong into opposition, I will studiously avoid a

connection with ministry. I cannot say that my opinion is strongly in

favour of either party; [3] on the one side we have the late

underlings of Pitt, possessing all his ill fortune, without his

talents; this may render their failure more excusable, but will not

diminish the public contempt; on the other, we have the ill-assorted

fragments of a worn-out minority; Mr. Windham with his coat _twice_

turned, and my Lord Grenville who perhaps has more sense than he can

make good use of; between the two and the shuttlecock of both, a

Sidmouth, and the general _football_ Sir F. Burdett, kicked at by all,

and owned by none.

I shall stand aloof, speak what I think, but not often, nor too soon.

I will preserve my independence, if possible, but if involved with a

party, I will take care not to be the _last_ or _least_ in the ranks.

As to _patriotism_, the word is obsolete, perhaps improperly, so, for

all men in the Country are patriots, knowing that their own existence

must stand or fall with the Constitution, yet everybody thinks he

could alter it for the better, and govern a people, who are in fact

easily governed, but always claim the privilege of grumbling. So much

for Politics, of which I at present know little and care less; bye and

bye, I shall use the senatorial privilege of talking, and indeed in

such times, and in such a crew, it must be difficult to hold one's

tongue.

Believe me, etc.,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: Byron's coming of age was celebrated at Newstead on January

22, 1809.]

[Footnote 2: See O'Hara's acting version of Fielding's _Tom Thumb the

Great_, act i. sc. I--

"_Doodle_. A Day we never saw before;

A Day of fun and drollery.

_Noodle_. That you may say,

Their Majesties may boast of it;

And since it never can come more,

'Tis fit they make the most of it."]

[Footnote 3: Lord Grenville (1759-1834) became First Lord of the

Treasury; Lord Sidmouth, Lord Privy Seal; and William Windham, Secretary

for War, in February, 1806. They, with Fox and his friends, formed the

administration of "All the Talents," which in March, 1807, fell over the

Roman Catholic question. They were succeeded by the Duke of Portland's

Ministry, which included the "late underlings of Pitt,"--Perceval,

Canning, Dundas, etc. "Weathercock" Windham, in the Ministry of "All the

Talents," was responsible for the conduct of a war which, as leader of

the so-called "New Opposition," he had vigorously opposed. Sir Francis

Burdett's zeal for Parliamentary Reform involved him in hostility to

both Whigs and Tories, who had combined to exclude him from Parliament

after his election for Middlesex (1802-6). In 1807 he had been elected

for Westminster.]

110.--To R. C. Dallas.

Reddish's Hotel, Jan. 25, 1809.

My Dear Sir,--My only reason for not adopting your lines is because

they are _your_ lines. [1] You will recollect that Lady Wortley

Montague said to Pope: "No touching, for the good will be given to

you, and the bad attributed to me." I am determined it shall be all my

own, except such alterations as may be absolutely required; but I am

much obliged by the trouble you have taken, and your good opinion.

The couplet on Lord C. [2] may be scratched out and the following

inserted:

Roscommon! Sheffield! with your spirits fled,

No future laurels deck a noble head.

Nor e'en a hackney'd Muse will deign to smile

On minor Byron, nor mature Carlisle.

This will answer the purpose of concealment. Now for some couplets on

Mr. Crabbe, [3] which you may place after "Gifford, Sotheby, M'Niel:"

There be who say, in these enlightened days,

That splendid lies are all the Poet's praise;

That strained invention, ever on the wing,

Alone impels the modern Bard to sing.

'Tis true that all who rhyme, nay, all who write,

Shrink from that fatal word to genius, trite:

Yet Truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,

And decorate the verse herself inspires.

This fact in Virtue's name let Crabbe attest;

Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.

I am sorry to differ with you with regard to the title, [4] but I mean

to retain it with this addition: _The British [the word "British" is

struck through] English Bards and Scotch Reviewers_; and if we call it

a _Satire_, it will obviate the objection, as the Bards also were

Welch. Your title is too humorous;--and as I know a little of----, I

wish not to embroil myself with him, though I do not commend his

treatment of----. I shall be glad to hear from you or see you, and beg

you to believe me,

Yours very sincerely,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: Dallas (January 24, 1809) takes "the liberty of sending you

some two dozen lines," etc.]

[Footnote 2: The couplet on Lord Carlisle, as it stood in 'British Bards',

was--

"On one alone Apollo deigns to smile,

And crowns a new Roscommon in Carlisle."

(See 'English Bards, etc.', lines 723, 'et seqq.'; see also line 927,

note 2. For Lord Carlisle, see page 36, note 2.)]

[Footnote 3: For "Gifford, Sotheby, Macneil," see 'English Bards, etc'.,

line 818, and 'notes'. Dallas had written (January 24, 1809),

"I am sorry you have not found a place among the genuine sons of

Apollo for Crabbe, who, in spite of something bordering on servility

in his dedication, may surely rank with some you have admitted to his

temple"

(see 'English Bards, etc'., lines 849-858).]

[Footnote 4: Dallas suggested as a title, 'The Parish Poor of

Parnassus'.]

111.--To R. C. Dallas.

February 7, 1809.

My Dear Sir,--Suppose we have this couplet--

Though sweet the sound, disdain a borrow'd tone,

Resign Achaia's lyre, and strike your own: [1]

or,

Though soft the echo, scorn a borrow'd tone,

Resign Achaia's lyre, and strike your own.

So much for your admonition; but my note of notes, my solitary pun,

[2] must not be given up--no, rather

"Let mightiest of all the beasts of chace

That roam in woody Caledon"

come against me; my annotation must stand.

We shall never sell a thousand; then why print so many? Did you receive

my yesterday's note? I am troubling you, but I am apprehensive some of

the lines are omitted by your young amanuensis, to whom, however, I am

infinitely obliged.

Believe me, yours very truly,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: Dallas (February 6, 1809) objected to the rhyme in the

couplet:--

"Translation's servile work at length disown,

And quit Achaia's Muse to court your own."

(For the corrected couplet, see 'English Bards, etc'., lines 889, 890.)]

[Footnote 2: See 'English Bards, etc.', line 1016, note 2.]

112.--To R. C. Dallas.

February 11, 1809.

I wish you to call, if possible, as I have some alterations to suggest

as to the part about Brougham. [1]

B.

[Footnote 1: See 'ibid.', line 524, note 2.]

113.--To R. C. Dallas.

February 12, 1809.

Excuse the trouble, but I have added two lines which are necessary to

complete the poetical character of Lord Carlisle. [1]

..........in his age

His scenes alone had damn'd our singing stage;

But Managers for once cried, "hold, enough!"

Nor drugg'd their audience with the tragic stuff!

Yours, etc.,

B.

[Footnote 1: See 'ibid.', lines 733-736. Another letter, written

February 15, 1809, runs as follows:--

"I wish you much to call on me, about _One_, not later, if convenient,

as I have some thirty or forty lines for addition.

Believe me, etc.,

B."]

114.--To R. C. Dallas.

February 16, 1809.

_Ecce iterum Crispinus!_--I send you some lines to be placed after

"Gifford, Sotheby, M'Niel." [1] Pray call tomorrow any time before

two, and

Believe me, etc.,

B.

P.S.--Print soon, or I shall overflow with more rhyme.

[Footnote 1: See 'English Bards, etc.', lines 819-830.]

115.--To R. C. Dallas.

February 19, 1809.

I enclose some lines to be inserted, the first six after "Lords too

are bards," etc., or rather immediately following the line:

"Ah! who would take their titles with their rhymes."

The four next will wind up the panegyric on Lord Carlisle, and come

after "tragic stuff." [1]

Yours truly.

In these our times with daily wonders big,

A letter'd Peer is like a letter'd Pig:

Both know their alphabet, but who from thence

Infers that Peers or Pigs have manly sense?

Still less that such should woo the graceful Nine?

Parnassus was not made for Lords and Swine.

Roscommon, Sheffield, etc., etc.

...

... tragic stuff.

Yet at their judgment let his Lordship laugh,

And case his volumes in congenial calf:

Yes, doff that covering where morocco shines,

"And hang a calf-skin on those recreant" lines.

[Footnote 1: See 'ibid.', lines 736-740.]

116.--To R. C. Dallas.

February 22, 1809.

A cut at the opera.--_Ecce signum_! from last night's observation,

and inuendos against the Society for the Suppression of Vice. [1]

The lines will come well in after the couplets concerning Naldi and

Catalani! [2]

Yours truly,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: See 'English Bards, etc.', lines 618-631, note 1, for the

"cut at the opera." The piece which provoked the outburst was 'I

Villegiatori Rezzani', at the King's Theatre, February 21, 1809.

Guiseppe Naldi (1770-1820) made his 'début' in London, at the King's

Theatre, in April, 1806. (For further details, see 'English Bards,

etc.', line 613, note 2.) Angelica Catalani, born at Sinigaglia, in

1779, or, according to some authorities, 1785, came out at Venice, in an

opera by Nasolini. She sang in many capitals of Europe, married at

Lisbon a French officer named Vallabrègue, and came to London in

October, 1806. The salary paid her was a cause of the O. P. riots at

Covent Garden in 1809, when one of the cries was, "No foreigners! No

Catalani!" A series of caricatures, one set by Isaac Cruikshank, and

several medals, commemorate the riots. Madame Catalani died at Paris in

1849.]

[Footnote 2: See 'English Bards, etc.', lines 632-637.]

117.--To his Mother.

8, St. James's Street, March 6, 1809.

Dear Mother,--My last letter was written under great depression of

spirits from poor Falkland's death, [1] who has left without a

shilling four children and his wife. I have been endeavouring to

assist them, which, God knows, I cannot do as I could wish, for my own

embarrassments and the many claims upon me from other quarters.

What you say is all very true: come what may, _Newstead_ and I _stand_

or fall together. I have now lived on the spot, I have fixed my heart

upon it, and no pressure, present or future, shall induce me to barter

the last vestige of our inheritance. I have that pride within me which

will enable me to support difficulties. I can endure privations; but

could I obtain in exchange for Newstead Abbey the first fortune in the

country, I would reject the proposition. Set your mind at ease on that

score; Mr. Hanson talks like a man of business on the subject,--I feel

like a man of honour, and I will not sell Newstead.

I shall get my seat [2] on the return of the affidavits from Carhais,

in Cornwall, and will do something in the House soon: I must dash, or

it is all over. My Satire must be kept secret for a _month_; after

that you may say what you please on the subject. Lord Carlisle has

used me infamously, and refused to state any particulars of my family

to the Chancellor. I have _lashed_ him in my rhymes, and perhaps his

lordship may regret not being more conciliatory. They tell me it will

have a sale; I hope so, for the bookseller has behaved well, as far as

publishing well goes.

Believe me, etc.

P.S.--You shall have a mortgage on one of the farms. [3]

[Footnote 1: Captain Charles John Cary, R.N., succeeded his brother

Thomas in 1796 as ninth Lord Falkland. He married, in 1803, Miss Anton,

the daughter of a West India merchant. He had been recently dismissed

from his ship "on account of some irregularities arising from too free a

circulation of the bottle." But he had received a promise of being

reinstated, and, in high spirits at the prospect, dined one evening in

March, 1809, at Stevens's Coffeehouse, in Bond Street. There he applied

to Mr. Powell an offensive nickname. "He lost his life for a joke, and

one too he did not make himself" (Medwin, 'Conversations', ed. 1825, p.

66). A challenge resulted. The parties met on Goldar's Green, and

Falkland, mortally wounded, died two days later in Powell's house in

Devonshire Place, on March 7, 1809. ('Annual Register', vol. li. pp.

449, 450.) For a more detailed account, see 'Gentleman's Magazine' for

March, 1809. Both accounts give March 7 as the date of Falkland's death.

A posthumous child was born to Lady Falkland. Byron stood godfather, and

gave £500 at the christening.

[Footnote 2: Byron took his seat in the House of Lords, March 13, 1809.

The delay was caused by the difficulty of proving the marriage of

Admiral the Hon. John Byron with Miss Sophia Trevanion in the private

chapel of Carhais. Probably Carlisle neither possessed nor withheld any

information.]

[Footnote 3: Byron had borrowed £1000 for his return to Cambridge in

1807: £200 from Messrs. Wylde and Co., bankers, of Southwell; and the

remainder from the Misses Parkyns, and his great-aunt, the Hon. Mrs.

George Byron. For this debt his mother made herself liable. No mortgage

was given (see page 221 [Letter 121], [Foot]note 2 [1]).]

118.--To William Harness.

8, St. James's Street, March 18, 1809.

There was no necessity for your excuses: if you have time and

inclination to write, "for what we receive, the Lord make us

thankful,"--if I do not hear from you, I console myself with the idea

that you are much more agreeably employed.

I send down to you by this post a certain Satire lately published, and

in return for the three and sixpence expenditure upon it, only beg

that if you should guess the author, you will keep his name secret; at

least for the present. London is full of the Duke's business. [1] The

Commons have been at it these last three nights, and are not yet come

to a decision. I do not know if the affair will be brought before our

House, unless in the shape of an impeachment. If it makes its

appearance in a debatable form, I believe I shall be tempted to say

something on the subject.--I am glad to hear you like Cambridge:

firstly, because, to know that you are happy is pleasant to one who

wishes you all possible sublunary enjoyment; and, secondly, I admire

the morality of the sentiment. _Alma Mater_ was to me _injusta

noverca_; and the old beldam only gave me my M.A. degree because she

could not avoid it. [2]--You know what a farce a noble Cantab. must

perform.

I am going abroad, if possible, in the spring, and before I depart I

am collecting the pictures of my most intimate school-fellows; I have

already a few, and shall want yours, or my cabinet will be incomplete.

I have employed one of the first miniature painters [3] of the day to

take them, of course, at my own expense, as I never allow my

acquaintance to incur the least expenditure to gratify a whim of mine.

To mention this may seem indelicate; but when I tell you a friend of

ours first refused to sit, under the idea that he was to disburse on

the occasion, you will see that it is necessary to state these

preliminaries to prevent the recurrence of any similar mistake. I

shall see you in time, and will carry you to the 'limner'. It

will be a tax on your patience for a week; but pray excuse it, as it

is possible the resemblance may be the sole trace I shall be able to

preserve of our past friendship and acquaintance. Just now it seems

foolish enough; but in a few years, when some of us are dead, and

others are separated by inevitable circumstances, it will be a kind of

satisfaction to retain in these images of the living the idea of our

former selves, and, to contemplate, in the resemblances of the dead,

all that remains of judgment, feeling, and a host of passions. But all

this will be dull enough for you, and so good night; and, to end my

chapter, or rather my homily,

Believe me, my dear H., yours most affectionately,

[Footnote 1: This was the inquiry into the charges made by Colonel

Gwyllym Wardle, M.P. for Okehampton (1807-12), against the Duke of York

and his mistress, Mary Ann Clarke. The inquiry began January 27, 1809,

and ended March 20, 1809, with the duke's resignation, the Commons

having previously (March 17) acquitted him of "personal connivance and

corruption."

The case has passed into literature. Wardle, the valorous Dowler, and

Lowten, Mr. Perker's clerk, had all figured in the trial before they

played their parts in 'Pickwick'. Wardle, who was a colonel of the Welsh

Fusiliers ("Wynne's Lambs") had fought at Vinegar Hill. After losing his

seat, he took a farm between Tunbridge Wells and Rochester, from which

he fled to escape his creditors, and died at Florence, November 30,

1834, aged seventy-two.]

[Footnote 2: Byron took his M.A. degree, July 4, 1808. In another letter

to Harness, dated February, 1809, he says,

"I do not know how you and Alma Mater agree. I was but an untoward

child myself, and I believe the good lady and her brat were equally

rejoiced when I was weaned, and if I obtained her benediction at

parting, it was, at best, equivocal."]

[Footnote 3: George Sanders (1774-1846) painted miniatures, made

watercolour copies of continental master-pieces, and afterwards became a

portrait-painter in oils. He painted several portraits of Byron, two of

which have been often engraved.]

119.--To William Bankes.

Twelve o'clock, Friday night.

My Dear Bankes,--I have just received your note; believe me I regret

most sincerely that I was not fortunate enough to see it before, as I

need not repeat to you that your conversation for half an hour would

have been much more agreeable to me than gambling [1] or drinking, or

any other fashionable mode of passing an evening abroad or at home.--I

really am very sorry that I went out previous to the arrival of your

despatch: in future pray let me hear from you before six, and whatever

my engagements may be, I will always postpone them.--Believe me, with

that deference which I have always from my childhood paid to your

_talents_, and with somewhat a better opinion of your heart than I

have hitherto entertained,

Yours ever, etc.

[Footnote 1:

"I learn with delight," writes Hobhouse from Cambridge, May 12, 1808,

"from Scrope Davies, that you have totally given up dice. To be sure

you must give it up; for you to be seen every night in the very vilest

company in town--could anything be more shocking, anything more unfit?

I speak feelingly on this occasion, 'non ignara mali miseris, &c'. I

know of nothing that should bribe me to be present once more at such

horrible scenes. Perhaps 'tis as well that we are both acquainted with

the extent of the evil, that we may be the more earnest in abstaining

from it. You shall henceforth be 'Diis animosus hostis'."

Moore quotes ('Life', p. 86) the following extract from Byron's

'Journal':--

"I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as many people, being

always _excited_. Women, wine, fame, the table,--even ambition,

_sate_ now and then; but every turn of the card and cast of the

dice keeps the gamester alive: besides, one can game ten times longer

than one can do any thing else. I was very fond of it when young, that

is to say, of hazard, for I hate all _card_ games,--even faro.

When macco (or whatever they spell it) was introduced, I gave up the

whole thing, for I loved and missed the _rattle_ and _dash_

of the box and dice, and the glorious uncertainty, not only of good

luck or bad luck, but of _any luck at all_, as one had sometimes

to throw _often_ to decide at all. I have thrown as many as

fourteen mains running, and carried off all the cash upon the table

occasionally; but I had no coolness, or judgment, or calculation. It

was the delight of the thing that pleased me. Upon the whole, I left

off in time, without being much a winner or loser. Since

one-and-twenty years of age I played but little, and then never above

a hundred, or two, or three."]

120.--To R. C. Dallas.

April 25, 1809.

Dear Sir,--I am just arrived at Batt's Hotel, Jermyn Street, St.

James's, from Newstead, and shall be very glad to see you when

convenient or agreeable. Hobhouse is on his way up to town, full of

printing resolution, [1] and proof against criticism.--Believe me,

with great sincerity,

Yours truly,

BYRON.

[Footnote 1: See page 163 [Letter 86], [Foot]note 1. Hobhouse's

miscellany was published in 1809, under the title of 'Imitations and

Translations from the Antient and Modern Classics: Together with

Original Poems never before published'.]

121.--To John Hanson.

Batt's Hotel, Jermyn Street, April 26th, 1809.

DEAR SIR,--I wish to know before I make my final effort elsewhere, if

you can or cannot assist me in raising a sum of money on fair and

equitable terms and immediately. [1] I called twice this morning, and

beg you will favour me with an answer when convenient. I hope all your

family are well. I should like to see them together before my

departure.

The Court of Chancery it seems will not pay the money, of which indeed

I do not know the precise amount; the Duke of Portland will not pay

his debt, and with the Rochdale property nothing is done.--My debts

are daily increasing, and it is with difficulty I can command a

shilling. As soon as possible I shall get quit of this country, but I

wish to do justice to my creditors (though I do not like their

importunity), and particularly to my securities, for their annuities

must be paid off soon, or the interest will swallow up everything.

Come what may, in every shape and in any shape, I can meet ruin, but I

will never sell Newstead; the Abbey and I shall stand or fall

together, and, were my head as grey and defenceless as the Arch of the

Priory, I would abide by this resolution. The whole of my wishes are

summed up in this; procure me, either of my own or borrowed of others,

three thousand pounds, and place two in Hammersley's hands for letters

of credit at Constantinople; if possible sell Rochdale in my absence,

pay off these annuities and my debts, and with the little that remains

do as you will, but allow me to depart from this cursed country, and I

promise to turn Mussulman, rather than return to it. Believe me to be,

Yours truly, BYRON.

P.S.--Is my will finished? I should like to sign it while I have

anything to leave.

[Footnote 1: Money was obtained, partly by means of a life insurance

effected with the Provident Institution. The medical report, signed by

Benjamin Hutchinson, F.R.C.S., London, states that Hutchinson had

attended Byron for the last four or five years; that he was, when last

seen by Hutchinson, in very good health; that he never was afflicted

with any serious malady; that he was sober and temperate; that he

"sometimes used much exercise, and at others was of a studious and

sedentary turn;" and thus concludes: "I do believe that he possesses an

unimpaired, healthy constitution, and I am not aware of any circumstance

which may be considered as tending to shorten his life."

Mrs. Byron (April 9, 1809) begs Hanson to see that Byron gave some

security for the thousand pounds for which she was bound. She adds:

"There is some Trades People at Nottingham that will be completely

ruined if he does not pay them, which I would not have happen for the

whole world." No security seems to have been given, and the tradesmen

remained unpaid. Mrs. Byron's death was doubtless accelerated by anxiety

from these causes.]

122.-To the Rev. R. Lowe. [1]

8, St. James Street, May 15, 1809.

MY DEAR SIR,--I have just been informed that a report is circulating

in Notts of an intention on my part to sell Newstead, which is rather

unfortunate, as I have just tied the property up in such a manner as

to prevent the practicability, even if my inclination led me to

dispose of it. But as such a report may render my tenants

uncomfortable, I will feel very much obliged if you will be good

enough to contradict the rumour, should it come to your ears, on my

authority. I rather conjecture it has arisen from the sale of some

copyholds of mine in Norfolk. [2] I sail for Gibraltar in June, and

thence to Malta when, of course, you shall have the promised detail. I

saw your friend Thornhill last night, who spoke of you as a friend

ought to do. Excuse this trouble, and believe me to be, with great

sincerity,

Yours affectionately, BYRON.

[Footnote 1. The Rev. Robert Lowe was some years older than Byron, and

had known him intimately at Southwell in his early youth. Miss Pigot was

a cousin of Mr. Lowe, as was also the Rev. J. T. Becher of Southwell.

Mrs. Chaworth Musters, who contributed this letter to 'The Life and

Letters of Viscount Sherbrooke' (vol. i. p. 46), adds that her

grandfather was, naturally, excessively annoyed at having been made the

mouthpiece of an untruth, and that the coolness which arose in

consequence lasted up to the end of Byron's life. There can, however, be

no doubt that Byron made the statement in all sincerity.]

[Footnote 2: At Wymondham.]