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judge between man and wife. Theirs is a relation dictated by my own feelings, and Lady Byron about which nobody but themselves can form a was quite the creature of rules. She was not correct idea, or have any right to speak. As long permitted either to ride, or run, or walk, but as as neither party commits gross injustice towards the physician prescribed. She was not suffered the other; as long as neither the woman nor the to go out when I wished to go: and then the old man is guilty of any offence which is injurious to house was a mere ghost-house; I dreamed of the community; as long as the husband provides ghosts, and thought of them waking. for his offspring, and secures the public against existence I could not support.» Here Lord Byron the dangers arising from their neglected educa- | broke off abruptly, saying, “ I hate to speak of tion, or from the charge of supporting them; by ny family affairs; though I have been compelled what right does it censure him for ceasing to to talk nonsense concerning them to some of my dwell under the same roof with a woman, who butterfly visitors, glad on any terms to get rid is to him, because he knows her, while others do of their importunities. I long to be again on the not, an object of loathing? Can any thing be mountains. I am fond of solitude, and should more monstrous than for the public voice to com- never talk nonsense if I always found plain men pel individuals who dislike each other to con

to talk to. » tinue their cohabitation ? This is at least the In the spring of 1816, Lord Byron quitted effect of its interfering with a relationship, of England, to return to it no more. He crossed which it has no possible means of judging. It over to France, through which he passed rapidly does not indeed drag a man.to a woman's bed to Brussels, taking in his way a survey of the field by physical force, but it does exert a moral force of Waterloo. He then proceeded to Coblentz, continually and effectively to accomplish the and up the Rhine to Basle. He passed the summer same purpose. Nobody can escape this force but I on the banks of the lake of Geneva. With what those who are too high, or those who are too low, entlrusiasm he enjoyed its scenery, his own for public opinion to reach; or those hypocrites poetry soon exhibited to the world. The third who are, before others, the loudest in their ap- canto of Childe Harold, Manfred, and the Priprobation of the empty and unmeaning forms of soner of Chillon were composed at the Campagno society, that they may securely indulge all their Diodati, at Coligny, a mile from Geneva. propensities in secret.

I have suffered amazingly The anecdotes that follow are given as his from this interference; for though I set it at de- lordship related them to Captain Medwin: fiance, I was neither too high nor too low to be « Switzerland is a country I have been satisfied reached by it, and I was not hypocrite enough with seeing once; Turkey I could live in for ever. to guard myself from its consequences.

I never forget my predilections. I was in a • What do they say of my family affairs in wretched state of health, and worse spirits, when England, Parry? My story, I suppose, like other I was at Geneva; but quiet and the lake, physiminor events, interested the people for a day, ciaus better than Polidori, soon set me up. I and was then forgotten? » I replied, no; Il never led so moral a life as during my residence thought, owing to the very great interest the pub-j in that country; but I gained no credit by it. lic took iu him, it was still remembered and where there is a mortification, there ought to be talked about. I mentioned that it was generally reward. On the contrary, there is no story so supposed a difference of religious sentiments be- absurd that they did not invent at my cost. 1 tween him and Lady Byron had caused the pub- was watched by glasses on the opposite side of lic breach. « No, Parry, " was the reply; « Lady the lake, and by glasses too that must have had Byron has a liberal mind, particularly as to very distorted optics. I was waylaid in my evenreligious opinions; and I wish, when I married ing drives—I was accused of corrupting all the her, that I had possessed the same command over grisettes in the rue Basse. I believe that they myself that I now do. Had I possessed a little more looked upon me as a man-monster worse than the wisdom, and more forbearance, we might have piqueur.» been happy. I wished, when I was first married, « 1 kuew very few of the Genevese. Hentsh to have remained in the country, particularly till was very civil to me; and I have a great respect my pecuniary embarrassments were over. I knew for Sismondi. I was forced to return the civilithe society of London ; I knew the characters of ties of one of their professors by asking him, and many of those who are called ladies, with whom an old gentleman, a friend of Gray's, to dine Lady Byron would necessarily have to associate, with me. I had gone out to sail early in the and I dreaded her contact with them. But I have morning, and the wind prevented me from retoo much of my mother about me to be dictated turning in time for dinner. I understand that I to : I like freedom from constraint; 1 hate arti- offended them mortally. Polidori did the hoficial regulations : my condnct has always been nours.


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• Among our countrymen I made no new ac- Manfred was the first of Lord Byron's dramatic quaintances ; Shelley, Monk Lewis, and Hob- poems, and, is perhaps the finest. The melanhouse were almost the only English people I saw. choly is more heartfelt, and the stern haughtiness No wonder; I showed a distaste for society at that of the principal character is altogether of an intime, and went little among the Genevese; be- tellectual cast : the conception of this character is sides, I could not speak French. What is become Miltonic. The poet has made him worthy to of my boatman and boat? I suppose she is rot- abide amongst those « palaces of nature, » those ten; she was never worth much. When I went icy halls,» « where forms and falls the avathe tour of the lake in her with Shelley and Hob- lanche. » Manfred stands up against the stupenhouse, she was nearly wrecked near the very dous scenery of the poem, and is as lofty, towerspot where Saint-Preux and Julia were in danger ing, and grand as the mountains: when we picture of being drowned. It would have been classical to him in imagination he assumes a shape of height have been lost there, but not so agreeable. Shel- and independent dignity, shining in its own ley was on the lake much oftener than 1, at all splendour amongst the snowy summits which he hours of the night and day: he almost lived on was accustomed to climb. The passion, in this it; his great rage is a boat. We are both build- composition, is fervid and impetuous, deep and ing now at Genoa, 1 a yacht, and he an open full throughout, while the music of the language boat..

is solemn and touching. The first idea of the • Somebody possessed Madame de Stael with descriptive passages of this beautiful poem will an opinion of my immorality. I used occasion- be easily recognised in the following extract from ally to visit her at Coppet ; and once she invited Lord Byron's travelling memorandum-book. me to a family-dinner, and I found the room full

* Sept. 22, 1816. Left Thun in a boat, which of strangers, who had come to stare at me as at carried us the length of this lake in three hours. some outlandish beast in a raree-show. One of the lake small, but the banks fine-rocks down the ladies fainted, and the rest looked as if his to the water's edge-landed at Newhouse. Passed satanic majesty had been among them. Madame Interlachen-entered upon a range of scenes de stael took the liberty to read me a lecture be- beyond all description or previous conception. fore this crowd, to which I only made her a low Passed a rock bearing an ivscription--two brobow..

thers-one m ered the other- just the place · His lordship's travelling equipage was rather for it. After a variety of windings came to an a singular one, and afforded a strange catalogue enormous rock-arrived at the foot of the mounfor the Dogana : seven servants, five carriages, tain (the Jungfraw)— glaciers-torrents--one of nine horses, a monkey, a bull-dog and mastiff, these goo feet visible descent-lodge at the cu{wo cats, three pea-fowls and some hens (I do not rate's-set out to see the valley-heard an avaknow whether I have classed them in order of lanche fall, like thunder!-glaciers enormousrank), formed part of his live stock ; these, and storm comes on-thunder and lightning, and all his books, consisting of a very large library hail! all in perfection and beautiful. The torof modern works (for he bought all the best that rent is in slape, curving over the rock, like the

came out), together with a vast quantity of furni- tail of the white horse streaming in the wind| tare, might well be termed, with Cæsar, ‘impe- just as might be conceived would be that of the diments.'»

• Pale Horse,' on which Death is mounted in the From the comprencement of the year 1817 to Apocalypse. It is neither mist nor water, but that of 1820, Lord Byron's principal residence a something between both; its immense height was Venice where he continued to employ himself gives it a wave, a curve, a spreading here, a conin poetical composition with an energy still in- dension there, wonderful— indescribable. creasing. He wrote there the Lament of Tasso, Sept 23. Ascent of the Wingren, the Dent the fourth canto of Childe Harold, the dramas d'argent shining like truth on one side, on the of Marivo Faliero, and the Two Foscari ; Beppo, other the clouds rose from the opposite valley, Mazeppa, and the earlier cartos of Don Juan. curling up perpendicular precipices, like the foam

Considering these only with regard to intel- of the ocean of hell during a spring tide! It was lectual activity and force, there can be no diffe- vhite and sulphury, and imineasurably deep in rence of opinion ; though there may be as to their appearance. The side we ascended was of course degree of poetical excellence, the class in the not of so precipitous a nature, but on arriving scale of literary merit to which they belong, and at the summit we looked down on the other side their moral, religious, and political tendencies. upon a boiling sea of cloud, dashing against the The Lament of Tasso, which abounds in the most crag on which we stood. Arrived at the Greenperfect poetry, is liable to no countervailing ob- derwold; mounted and rode to the higher glajection on the part of the moralist.

cier-twilight, but distinct-very fine-glacier like a frozen hurricane-starlight beautiful — the lido not recollect to have exchanged a word with whole of the day was fine, and, in point of wea- another Englishman since I left their country, ther, as the day in which Paradise was made. and almost all these I had known before. The Passed whole woods of withered pines-all wi- others, and God knows there were some hundreds, thered— trunks stripped and lifeless- done by a who bored me with letters or visits, I refused to single winter. »

have any communication with; and shall be proud of lord Byron's tragedies we shall merely re- and happy when that wish becomes mutual.” mark, with reference to the particular nature of After a residence of three years at Venice, their tragic character, that their effect is rather Lord Byron removed to Ravenna, towards the grand, terrible, and terrific, than nollifying, sub-close of the year 1819. Here he wrote the Produing, or pathetic. As dramatic poems they phecy of Dante, which exhibited a new specimen possess much beauty and originality.

of the astonishing variety of strength and exThe style and nature of the poem of Don Juan pansion of faculties he possessed and exercised. forms a singularly felicitous mixture of burlesque About the same time he wrote Sardanapalus, a and pathos, of humorous observation and the tragedy; Cain, a mystery; and Heaven and Earth, higher elements of poetical composition. Never a mystery. Though there are some obvious reawas the English language festooned into more

sons which reuder Sardanapalus unfit for the luxurious stanzas than in Don Juan : the noble English stage, it is, on the whole, the most author shows an absolute control over his means, splendid specimen which our language affords of and at every cadence, rhyme, or construction, that species of tragedy which was the exclusive however whimsical, delights us with novel and object of Lord Byrou's admiration. Cain is one magical associations. We heartily wish, that of the productions which has subjected its noble the fine poetry so richly scattered through the author to the severest denuuciations, on account sixteen cantos of this most original and astonish- of the crime of impiety alleged against it; as it ing production, had not been mixed up with seems to have a tendency to call in question the much that is equally frivolous as foolish ; and benevolence of Providence. In answer to the sincerely do we regret, that the alloying dross of loud and general outcry which this production sensuality should run so freely through the other occasioned, Lord Byron observed, in a letter to wise rich vein of the author's verse.

his publisher, «If «Cain' Le blasphemous, “PaWhilst at Venice, Byron displayed a noble in- radise Lost' is blasphemous, and the words of stance of generosity. The house of a shoemaker, the Oxford gentleman, “Evil, be thou my good,' near his lordship's residence in St Samuel, was are from that very poem from the mouth of burnt to the ground, with every article it con- Satan; and is there any thing more in that of tained, and the proprietor reduced with a large Lucifer in the mystery? «Caiu' is nothing more family to the greatest indigence. When his lord- thau a drama, not a piece of argument : if Luship ascertained the afflicting circumstances of cifer and Caiu speak as the first rebel and first that calamity, he not only ordered a new and murderer may be supposed to speak, nearly all superior habitation to be immediately built for the rest of the personages talk also according to the sufferer, the whole expense of which was borne their characters; and the stronger passions have by him, but also presented the unfortunate trades- ever been permitted to the

drama. I have man with a sum equal in value to the whole of avoided introducing the Deity as in scripture, his lost stock in trade and furniture.

though Milton does, and not very wisely either : Lord Byron avoided as much as possible any but have adopted his angel as sent to Cain inintercourse with his countrymen at Venice; and stead, on purpose to avoid shocking any feelings this seems to have been in a great measure neces- on the subject, by falling short of what all unsary in order to prevent the intrusion of imperti- inspired men must fall short in, viz. giving an nent curiosity. In the appendix 10 one of his adequate notion of the effect of the presence of poems, written with reference to a book of travels, Jehovah. The old mysteries introJuced him libethe author of which disclaimed any wish to be rally enough, and all this I avoided in the new oue. » introduced to the noble lord, he loftily and sar- An event occurred at Ravenna during his castically chastises the incivility of such a gra- lordship's stay there, which made a deep imprestuitous declaration, expresses his « utter abbor-sion on him, and to which he alludes in the fifth rence of any contact with the travelling English;» canto of Don Juan. The military commandant and thus concludes : « Except Lords Lansdowne, of the place, suspected of being secretly a CarboJersey, and Lauderdale, Messrs. Scott, Hammond, naro, but too powerful a man to be arrested, was Sir Humphrey Davy, the late Mr Lewis, W. assassinated opposite Lord Byron's palace. His Bankes, M. Hoppner, Thomas Moore, Lord Kin- lordship had his foot in the stirrup at the usual naird, his brother, Mr Joy, and Mr Hoblouse, hour of exercise, when his liorse started at the report of a gun : on looking up, Lord Byron per- comfortable; the reasoning seems to me very | ceived a man throw down a carbine and run strong, the proofs are very staggering. I don't away at full speed, and another man stretched think you can answer it, Shelley, at least I am upon the pavement a few yards distant; it was sure I can't, and what is more, I don't wish it.' the unhappy commandant. A crowd was soon Speaking of Gibbon, Lord Byron said : 'Lcollected, but no one ventured to offer the least B-- thought the question set at rest in the assistance. Lord Byron directed his servant to History of the Decline and Fall, but I am not so lift up the bleeding body, and carry it into his pa- easily convinced. It is not a matter of volition lace; though it was represented to him that by to unbelieve. who likes to own that he has doing so he would confirm the suspicion, which been a fool all his life,—to unlearn all that he was already entertained, of his belonging to the has been taught in his youth, or can think that same party. Such an apprehension could have some of the best men that ever lived have been

had no effect on Byron's mind when an act of fools? I don't know why I am considered an : hamanity was to be performed : he assisted in unbeliever. I disowned the other day that I bearing the victim of assassination into the house, was of Shelley's school in metaphysics, though and putting him on a bed; but he was already I admired his poetry; not but what he has dead from several wounds. a He appeared to have changed his mode of thinking very much since breathed his last without a struggle,» said his he wrote the notes to a Queen Mab," which I | lordship, when afterwards recounting the affair. was accused of having a hand in. I know, how! .I never saw a countenance so calm. His adjutant ever, that I am considered an infidel. My wife

followed the corpse into the house; I remember and sister, when they joined parties, sent me his lamentation over him :--Povero diavolo! non prayer-books. There was a Mr Mulock, who aveva fatto male, anchè ad un cane.'» The fol- went about the continent preaching orthodoxy lowing were the noble writer's poetical reflections in politics and religion, a writer of bad sonnets, in Don Juan) on viewing the dead body : and a lecturer in worse prose,- he tried to conLI yaed (as oft I gazed the same)

vert me to some new sect of christianity. He To try if I could wrench aught out of death,

was a great anti-materialist, and abused Locke.' Which should confirm, or shake, or make a faith-38

« On another occasion he said : 'I have just Bat it was all a mystery : -bere we are,

received a letter from a Mr Sheppard, inclosing And there we go :—but where ? Five bits of lead, a prayer made for my welfare by his wife a few Or three, or two, or one, send very far.

days before her death. The letter states that he Aod is this blood, then, form'd but to be shed ?

has had the misfortune to lose this amiable woCan every element our elements mar ? And air, earth, water, fire,-live, and we dead?

man, who had seen me at Ramsgate, many years | We s bose minds comprehend all things !-No more : ago, rambling among the cliffs; that she had Bat let us to the story as before. 39

been impressed with a sense of my irreligion That a being of such capabilities should ab- from the tenor of my works, and had often stractedly, and without an attempt to throw the prayed fervently for my conversion, particularly responsibility on a fictitious personage, have in her last moments. The prayer

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She must xowed such startling doubts, was a daring which, written. I like devotion in women. whatever might have been his private opinion, he have been a divine creature. I pity the man ought not to have hazarded.

who has lost her! I shall write to him by reIt is difficult,» observes Captain Medwin, « to

turn of the courier, to condole with him, and judge, from the contradictory nature of his writ- tell him that Mrs S. need not have entertained ings, what the religious opinions of Lord Byron any concern for my spiritual affairs, for that really were. From the conversations I held with no man is more of a christian than I whatever him, on the whole, I am inclined to think that, if my writings may have led her and others to he were occasionally sceptical, and thought it, as suspect.'» he says in Don Juan,

In the autumn of 1821, the noble bard re

moved to Pisa, in Tuscany. He took up his resiA pleasant voyage, perhaps, to float Like Pyrrho, in a sea of speculation,

dence in the Lanfranchi Palace, and engaged in

an intrigue with the beautiful Guiccioli, wife yet his wavering never amounted to a disbelief of the count of that name, which connexion, with in the divine Founder of christianity.

more than his usual constancy, he maintained • Calling on him one day,” continues the Cap- for nearly three years ; during which period the tain, « we found him, as was sometimes the case, countess was separated from her husband, on an silent, dull, and sombre. At length he said : application from the latter to the Pope. Here is a little book somebody has sent me The following is a sketch of this about christianity, that has made me very un-chantress,» as taken at the time the liaison was


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But left long wrecks behind them, and again tess is twenty-three years of age, though she ap

Borne on our old unchanged career, we move;

Thou tendest wildly onward to the main, pears no more than seventeen or eighteen. Unlike

And I to loving one I should not love. most of the Italian women, her complexion is delicately fair. Her eyes, large, dark, and lan- The current I behold will sweep beneath guishing, are shaded by the longest eye-lashes

Her native walls, and murmur at her feet;

Her eyes will look on thee, when she shall breathe in the world; and her hair, which is ungathered

The twilight air, unlarmid by summer's heat. on her head, plays over her falling shoulders in a profusion of natural ringlets of the darkest She will look on thee; I have look'd on thee auburn. Her figure is, perhaps, too much em

Full of that thought, and from that moment ne'er

Thy waters could I dream of, name, or see, bonpoint for her height; but her bust is perfect.

Without the inseparable sigh for her. Her features want little of possessing a Grecian regularity of outline; and she has the most beau- Her bright eyes will be image in thy stream; tiful mouth and teeth imaginable. It is impos- Yes, they will meet the wave I faze on now:

Mine cannot witness, even in a dreain, sible to see without admiring - to hear the Guic

That bappy wave repass me in its now. cioli speak without being fascinated. Her amiability and gentleness show themselves in every 'The wave that bears my tears returns no more : intonation of her voice, which, and the music of Will she return by whom that wave shall sweep? her perfect Italian, give a peculiar charm to

Both tread thy banks, both wander on thy shore; every thing she utters. Grace and elegance seem

I near thy source, she by the dark blue deep. component parts of her nature. Notwithstanding But that which keepeth us apart is not that she adores Lord Byron, it is evident that Distance, nor depth of wave nor space

of earth, the exile and poverty of her aged father some

But the distruction of a various lot, times affect her spirits, and throw a shade of

As various as the climates of our birth. melancholy on her countenance, which adds to

A stranger loves a lady of the land, the deep interest this lovely woman creates. Her Born far beyond the mountains, but his blood conversation is lively, without being learned; she Is all meridian, as if never fann'd has read all the best authors of her own and the By the bleak wind that chills the polar Nood. French language. She often conceals what she

My blood is all meridian; were it not, knows, from the fear of being thought to know

I had not left iny clime ;-I shall not be, too much, possibly from being aware that Lord In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgot, Byron was not fond of blues.

He is certainly

A slave again of love, at least of thee. very much attached to her, without being ac

'T is vain to struggle-let me perish youngtually in love. His description of the Georgioni

Live as I lived, and love as I have loved : in the Manfrini Palace at Venice is meant for the To dust if I retum, from dust I sprung, countess, The beautiful sonnet perfixed to the And then at least my heart can ne'er be moved. • Prophecy of Dante' was addressed to her. »

The annexed lines, written by Byron when he It is impossible to conceive a more unvaried was about to quit Venice to join the countess at life than Lord Byron led at this period in the Ravenna, will show the state of his

elings at society of a few select friends. Billiards, converthat time :

sation, or reading, filled up the intervals till it River' that rollest by the ancient walls

was time to take the evening-drive, ride, and Where dwells the lady of my love, when she pistol-practice. He dined at half an hour after Walks by the brink, and there perchance recals sun-set, then drove to Count Gamba's, the CounA faint and Meeting memory of me :

tess Guiccioli's father, passed several hours in What if thy deep and ample stream should be her society, returned to his palace, and either A mirror of my lieart, where she may read

read or wrote till two or three in the morning; The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee,

occasionally drinking spirits diluted with water Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ?

as a medicine, from a dread of a nephritic comWhat do I say—a mirror of my heart ?

plaint, to which he was, or faucied himself, Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong:

subject. Such as my feelings were and are, thou art;

While Lord Byron resided at Pisa, a serious And such as thou art, were my passions long.

affray occurred, in which he was personally conTime may have somewhat tamed them; not for ever

cerned. Taking his usual ride, with some friends, Thou overflow'st thy banks; and not for aye

one of them was violently jostled by a serjeantThy bosom overboils, congenial river !

major of hussars, who dashed, at full speed, Thy floods subside, and mine have sunk away- through the midst of the party. They pursued The Po.

and overtook him near the Piaggia gate; but

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