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not, however, prevent him from taking a ride in
the afternoon, which, I grieve to say, was his
On his return, my master said that the
saddle was not perfectly dry, from being so wet
the day before, and observed that he thought it
had made him worse. His lordship was again

samption in making such an application. At ten o'clock, accordingly, he attended his master with great trembling and fear, but stuttered so when he attempted to speak, that he could not make himself understood; Lord Byron endeavouring, almost in vain, to preserve his gravity, reproved him severely for his presumption. Blacky stut-visited by the same slow fever, and I was sorry tered a thousand excuses, and was ready to do any thing to appease his massa's anger. His great yellow eyes wide open, he trembling from head to foot, his wandering and stuttering excuses, his visible dread-all tended to provoke laughter; and Lord Byron, fearing his own dignity would be hove overboard, told him to hold his tongue, and listen to his sentence. I was commanded to enter it in his memorandum-book, and then he pronounced in a solemn tone of voice, while Elacky stood aghast, expecting some severe punishment, the following doom: My determination is, that the children born of these black women, of which you may be the father, shall be my property, and I will maintain them. What say you? Go-Go-God bless you, massa, may you live great while,' stuttered out the groom, and sallied forth to tell the good news to the two distressed women.»

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My master, says Mr Fletcher," continued his usual custom of riding daily when the weather would permit, until the 9th of April. But on that ill-fated day he got very wet, and on his return home his lordship changed the whole of his dress; but he had been too long in his wet dothes, and the cold, of which he had complained more or less ever since we left Cephalonia, made this attack be more severely felt. Though rather feverish during the night, his lordship slept pretty well, but complained in the morning of a pain in his bones, and a head-ache: this did


to perceive, on the next morning, that his illness
appeared to be increasing. He was very low, and
complained of not having had any sleep dur-
ing the night. His lordship's appetite was also
quite gone. I prepared a little arrow-root, of
which he took three or four spoonfuls, saying it
was very good, but he could take no more.
was not till the third day, the 12th, that I began
to be alarmed for my master. In all his former
colds he always slept well, and was never affected
by this slow fever. I therefore went to Dr Bruno
and Mr Millingen, the two medical attendants,
and inquired minutely into every circumstance
connected with my master's present illness: both
replied that there was no danger, and I might
make myself perfectly easy on the subject, for all
would be well in a few days. This was on the
13th. On the following day, I found my master
in such a state, that I could not feel happy
without supplicating that he would send to
Zante for Dr Thomas.

After expressing my

fears lest his lordship should get worse, he desired me to consult the doctors, which I did, and was told there was no occasion for calling in any person, as they hoped all would be well in a few days. Here I should remark, that his lordship repeatedly said, in the course of the day, he was sure the doctors did not understand his disease; to which I answered, 'Then, my lord, have other advice by all means.' They tell me,' said his lordship, that it is only a common cold, which, you know, I have had a thousand times.' 'I am sure, my lord,' said I, 'that you never had one of so serious a nature.' 'I think I never had,' was his lordship's answer. I repeated my supplications that Dr Thomas should be sent for, on the 15th, and was again assured that my master would be better in two or three days. After these confident assurances, I did not renew my entreaties until it was too late. With respect to the medicines that were given to my master, I could not persuade myself that those of a strong purgative nature were the best adapted for his complaint, concluding that, as he had nothing on bis stomach, the only effect would be to create pain; indeed, this must have been the case with a person in perfect health. The whole nourishment taken by my master, for the last eight days, consisted of a small quantity of broth, at two or three different times, and two spoonfuls of arrowroot on the 18th, the day before his death. The


first time I heard of there being any intention of bleeding his lordship was on the 15th, when it was proposed by Dr Bruno, but objected to at first by my master, who asked Mr Millingen if there was any great reason for taking blood? The latter replied that it might be of service, but added it might be deferred till the next day; and accordingly, my master was bled in the right arm on the evening of the 16th, and a pound of blood was taken. I observed, at the time, that it had a most inflamed appearance. Dr Bruno now began to say, that he had frequently urged my master to be bled, but that he always refused. A long dispute now arose about the time that had been lost, and the necessity of sending for medical aid to Zante; upon which I was informed, for the first time, that it would be of no use, as my master would be better or no more before the arrival of Dr Thomas. His lordship continued to get worse, but Dr Bruno said, he thought letting blood again would save his life; and I lost no time in telling my master how necessary it was to comply with the doctor's wishes. To this he replied by saying, he feared they knew nothing about his disorder; and then, stretching out his arm, said, 'Here, take my arm and do whatever you like.' His lordship continued to get weaker, and on the 17th he was bled twice in the morning, and at two o'clock in the afternoon; the bleeding at both times was followed by fainting fits, and he would have fallen down more than once had I not caught him in my arms. In order to prevent such an accident, I took care not to permit his lordship to stir without supporting him. On this day my master said to me twice, 'I cannot sleep, and you well know I have not been able to sleep for more than a week; I know,' added his lordship, 'that a man can only be a certain time without sleep, and then he must go mad without any one being able to save him; and I would ten times sooner shoot myself than be mad, for I am not afraid of dying-I am more fit to die than people think!'



did not let you do so before, as I am sure they
have mistaken my disease. Write yourself, for
I know they would not like to see other doctors
here.' I did not lose a moment in obeying my
master's orders; and on informing Dr Bruno
and Mr Millingen of it, they said it was very
right, as they now began to be afraid themselves.
On returning to my master's room, his first
words were have you sent?—I have, my
lord,' was my answer; upon which he said, ' you
have done right, for I should like to know what
is the matter with me.' Although his lordship
did not appear to think his dissolution was so
near, I could perceive he was getting weaker
every hour, and he even began to have occasional
fits of delirium. He afterwards said, 'I now
begin to think I am seriously ill, and in case I
should be taken off suddenly, I wish to give you
several directions, which I hope you will be par-
ticular in seeing executed.' I answered I would
in case such an event came to pass, but expressed
a hope that he would live many years to execute
them much better himself than I could.
this my master replied, No, it is now nearly
over and then added, I must tell you
without losing a moment!' I then said, ‘Shall I
go, my lord, and fetch pen, ink and paper?'—
Oh, my God! no; you will lose too much
time, and I have it not to spare, for my time is
now short,' said his lordship, and immediately
after, 'Now pay attention!' His lordship com-
menced by saying, 'You will be provided for.'
I begged him, however, to proceed with things
of more consequence. He then continued, ‘oh,
my poor dear child! my dear Ada! my God!
could I but have seen her! Give her my bless-
ing-and my dear sister Augusta and her chil-
dren; and you will go to Lady Byron, and
say-tell her every thing,-you are friends with
her.' His lordship seemed to be greatly affected
at this moment. Here my master's voice failed
him, so that I could only catch a word at in-
tervals; but he kept muttering something very
seriously for some time, and would often raise
his voice, and said, 'Fletcher, now if you do
not execute every order which I have given you,
I will torment you hereafter if possible.' Here
I told his lordship in a state of the greatest
perplexity, that I had not understood a word of
what he said; to which he replied, 'Oh, ny
God! then all is lost, for it is now too late!
Can it be possible you have not understood me?"

« I do not, however, believe that his lordship had any apprehension of his fate till the day after the 18th, when he said, 'I fear you and Tita will be ill by sitting continually night and day.' I answered, 'We shall never leave your lordship till you are better.' As my master had a slight fit of delirium on the 16th, I took care to remove the pistol and stiletto, which had hitherto been kept at his bedside in the night. No, my lord,' said I, but I pray you to try On the 18th his lordship addressed me fre- and inform me once more.' How can I?' requently, and seemed to be very much dissatisfied joined my master, it is now too late, and all is with his medical treatment. I then said, 'Do over!' I said, 'Not our will, but God's be allow me to send for Dr Thomas?' to which he done?'--and he answered, 'Yes, not mine be answered, "Do so, but be quick; I am sorry I done!--but I will try.' His lordship did indeed


sician, who was present, and had accidentally seen Madame de Stael after her death, stated that the formation of the brain in both these illustrious persons was extremely similar, but that Lord Byron had a much greater quantity.

make several efforts to speak, but could only placed it in a chest lined with tin, as there were speak two or three words at a time, such as, no means of procuring a leaden coffin capable of My wife! my child! my sister!-you know holding the spirits necessary for its preservation all-you must say all-you know my wishes' on the voyage. Dr Bruno drew up an account the rest was quite unintelligible. A consultation of the examination of the body, by which it apwas now held (about noon), when it was deter-peared his lordship's death had been caused by mined to administer some Peruvian bark and an inflammatory fever. Dr Meyer, a Swiss phywine. My master had now been nine days without any sustenance whatever, except what I have already mentioned. With the exception of a few words, which can only interest those to whom they were addressed, and which if required I shall communicate to themselves, it was On the 22d of April, 1824, in the midst of impossible to understand any thing his lordship his own brigade, the troops of the government, said after taking the bark. He expressed a wish and the whole population, the most precious to sleep. I at one time asked whether I should portion of his honoured remains was carried call Mr Parry, to which he replied, 'Yes, you to the church, where lie the bodies of Marco may call him.' Mr Parry desired him to com- Botzaris and of General Normann. The coffin pose himself. He shed tears, and apparently was a rude, ill-constructed chest of wood; a black sunk into a slumber. Mr Parry went away ex-mantle served for a pall, and over it were placed pecting to find him refreshed on his return,- a helmet, a sword, and a crown of laurel. But no bat it was the commencement of the lethargy funeral pomp could have left the impression, preceding his death. The last words I heard my nor spoken the feelings, of this simple ceremony. master utter were at six o'clock on the evening The wretchedness and desolation of the place of the 18th, when he said, 'I must sleep now; itself, the wild and half-civilized warriors present, upon which he laid down never to rise again!— their deep-felt, unaffected grief, the fond recolfor he did not move hand or foot during the lections, the disappointed hopes, the anxieties and following twenty-four hours. His lordship ap- sad presentiments which might be read on every peared, however, to be in a state of suffocation countenance-all contributed to form a scene more at intervals, and had a frequent rattling in the truly affecting than perhaps was ever before throat; on these occasions I called Tita to assist witnessed round the grave of a great man. When me in raising his head, and I thought he seemed the funeral service was over, the bier was left to get quite stiff. The rattling and choking in the middle of the church, where it remained in the throat took place every half-hour, and until the evening of the next day, guarded by a we continued to raise his head whenever the fit detachment of his own brigade, when it was pricame on, till six o'clock in the evening of the vately carried back by his officers to his own 19th, when I saw my master open his eyes and house. The coffin was not closed till the 29th of then shut them, but without showing any symp- the month. tom of pain, or moving hand or foot. Oh! my God!' I exclaimed, 'I fear his lordship is gone! the doctors then felt his pulse, and said, You are right-he is gone!'»

On the ad of May the remains of Lord Byron were embarked, under a salute from the guns of the fortress. « How different, exclaims Count Gamba,« from that which had welcomed the arriOn the day of this melancholy event, Prince val of Byron only four months ago! After a pasMavrocordato issued a proclamation expressive sage of three days, the vessel reached Zante, and of the deep and unfeigned grief felt by all classes, the precious deposit was placed in the quarantine and ordering every public demonstration of re- house. Here some additional precautions were spect and sorrow to be paid to the memory of the taken to ensure its safe arrival in England, by illustrious deceased, by firing minute-guns, clos- providing another case for the body. On the ing all the public-offices and shops, suspending 10th May, Colonel Stanhope arrived at Zante, the usual Easter festivities, and by a general from the Morea, and, as he was on his way back mourning and funeral prayers in all the churches. to England, he took charge of Lord Byron's reIt was resolved that the body should be em- mains, and embarked with them on board the balmed, and after the suitable funeral honours | Florida. On the 25th of May she sailed from had been performed, should be embarked for Zante,—thence to be conveyed to England. Accordingly the medical men opened the body and embalmed it, and having enclosed the heart, and brain, aud intestines in separate vessels, they

Zante, on the 29th of June entered the Downs, and from thence proceeded to Stangate Creek, to perform quarantine, where she arrived on Thursday, July 1.

John Cam Hobhouse, Esq. and John Hanson,

Esq., Lord Byron's executors, after having proved his will, claimed the body from the Florida, and under their directions it was removed to the house of Sir Edward Knatchbull, Westminster, where it lay in state several days.

A few select friends and admirers of the noble bard followed his remains to the grave. As the funeral procession passed through the streets of London, a fine-looking honest tar was observed to walk near the hearse uncovered, and on being asked whether he formed part of the cortège, he replied he came there to pay his respects to the deceased, with whom he had served in the Levant, when he made the tour of the Grecian islands. The poor fellow was offered a place by some of the servants; but he said he was strong, and had rather walk near the hearse.

The interment took place on Friday, July 16th. Lord Byron was buried in the family vault, at the village of Hucknell, eight miles beyond Nottingham, and within two miles of the venerable Abbey of Newstead. He was accompanied to the grave by crowds of persons eager to show this last testimony of respect to his memory. As in one of his earlier poems he had expressed a wish that his dust might mingle with his mother's, his coffin was placed in the vault next to hers. It bore the following inscription:

George Gordon Noel Byrou,

Lord Byron,

of Rochdale, Born in London, ' Jan. 22, 1788, died at Missolonghi, in Western Greece, April 19th, 1824. »

Mr Dallas savs Dover.

An urn accompanied the coffin, and on it was inscribed:

Within this urn are deposited the heart, brain, etc.

of the deceased Lord Byron.

An elegant Grecian tablet of white marble, has been placed in the chancel of Hucknell church, with the following inscription in Roman capitals :










22D OF JANUARY, 1788.


19TH OF APRIL, 1824,









Hours of Idleness.

Μήτ ̓ ἄρ με μάλ' αἴνες, μήτε τι νείχει.

HOMER. Iliad. 10.

He whistled as he went for want of thought.




These Poems are Inscribed,




Why dost thou build the hall? Son of the winged days! Thou lockest from thy tower to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court.


THROUGH thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle;

Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay;
In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle
Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the

Of the mail-cover'd barons, who proudly, to battle
Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain,
The escutcheon and shield, which with every blast rattle,
Are the only sad vestiges now that remain.

No more doth old Robert, with harp-stringing numbers,
Raise a flame in the breast, for the war-laurel'd wreath;
Near Askalon's Towers John of Horistan' slumbers,
Unnerved is the hand of his minstrel by death.
Paul and Hubert too sleep, in the valley of Cressy;
For the safety of Edward and England they fell;
My fathers! the tears of your country redress ye;
How you fought! how you died! still her annals can

On Marston, with Rupert 3 'gainst traitors contending, Four brothers enrich'd with their blood the bleak field; *Horistan Castle, in Derbyshire, an ancient seat of the Byron family.

The battle of Marston Moor, where the adherents of Charles I. were defeated.

1 Son of the Elector Palatine, and related to Charles I. He afterwarda commanded the fleet, in the reign of Charles II.


For the rights of a monarch, their country defending,
Till death their attachment to royalty scal'd.
Shades of heroes, farewell! your descendant departing
From the seat of his ancestors bids adieu!
Abroad or at home, your remembrance imparting
New courage, he 'll think upon glory and you.
Though a tear dim his eye at this sad separation,
"T is nature, not fear, that excites his regret;
Far distant he goes, with the same emulation,
The fame of his fathers he ne'er can forget.
That fame, and that memory, still will he cherish,
He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown;
Like you will he live, or like you
will he perish;
When decay'd, may he mingle his dust with your own.


Αστηρ πριν μεν ελάμπες ενι ζώοισιν έως.


On, Friend! for ever loved, for ever dear!
What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier!"
What sighs re-echo'd to thy parting breath,
While thou wast struggling in the pangs of death!
Could tears retard the tyrant in his course;
Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force;
Could youth and virtue claim a short delay,
Or beauty charm the spectre from his prey;
Thou still hadst lived, to bless my aching sight,
Thy comrade's honour, and thy friend's delight.

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