My Recollections of Lord Byron

_Lord Byron juge par les temoins de sa Vie._ MY RECOLLECTIONS OF LORD BYRON; AND THOSE OF EYE-WITNESSES OF HIS LIFE. "The long promised work of the COUNTESS GUICCIOLI."-- _Athenaeum._ _NEW YORK_: HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE. 1869. ADVERTISEMENT BY THE ENGLISH PUBLISHER. The Publisher of this Translation feels authorized to state, that it is the production of the celebrated COUNTESS GUICCIOLI. RICHARD BENTLEY. TO THE AUTHOR OF THIS WORK, THE ENGLISH TRANSLATION IS Respectfully Dedicated BY HUBERT E.H. JERNINGHAM. CONTENTS. INTRODUCTORY SKETCH OF LORD BYRON Page 9 CHAPTER I. LORD BYRON AND M. DE LAMARTINE 43 CHAPTER II. PORTRAIT OF LORD BYRON 58 CHAPTER III. FRENCH PORTRAIT OF LORD BYRON 70 CHAPTER IV. HIS RELIGIOUS OPINIONS 106 CHAPTER V. HIS CHILDHOOD AND HIS YOUTH 174 CHAPTER VI. HIS FRIENDSHIPS 201 CHAPTER VII. LORD BYRON CONSIDERED AS A FATHER, AS A BROTHER, AND AS A SON--HIS GOODNESS SHOWN BY THE STRENGTH OF HIS INSTINCTIVE AFFECTIONS 232 CHAPTER VIII. QUALITIES OF LORD BYRON'S HEART 245 CHAPTER IX. HIS BENEVOLENCE AND KINDNESS 284 CHAPTER X. LORD BYRON'S QUALITIES AND VIRTUES OF SOUL 305 CHAPTER XI. LORD BYRON'S CONSTANCY 347 CHAPTER XII. HIS COURAGE AND FORTITUDE 361 CHAPTER XIII. HIS MODESTY 372 CHAPTER XIV. VIRTUES OF HIS SOUL 381 CHAPTER XV. HIS GENEROSITY ELEVATED INTO HEROISM 396 CHAPTER XVI. HIS FAULTS 414 CHAPTER XVII. HIS IRRITABILITY 427 CHAPTER XVIII. HIS MOBILITY 450 CHAPTER XIX. HIS MISANTHROPY AND SOCIABILITY 457 CHAPTER XX. HIS PRIDE 484 CHAPTER XXI. HIS VANITY 488 CHAPTER XXII. LORD BYRON'S MARRIAGE AND ITS CONSEQUENCES 504 CHAPTER XXIII. HIS GAYETY AND MELANCHOLY 545 CHAPTER XXIV. HIS MELANCHOLY 563 CHAPTER XXV. ATTRACTION OF TRUTH FOR; OR, CONSCIENCE THE CHIEF QUALITY OF HIS SOUL 631 SEMI-BIOGRAPHY OF BYRON IN MR. DISRAELI'S "VENETIA" 656 MY RECOLLECTIONS, ETC. INTRODUCTION. "To know another man well, especially if he be a noted and illustrious character, is a great thing not to be despised."--SAINTE-BEUVE. Many years ago a celebrated writer, in speaking of Lord Byron, who had then been dead some years, said that so much had already been written upon him that the subject had almost become commonplace, but was far from being exhausted. This truth, indisputable when applied to Byron's genius, his works, and to his intellect, was then and still is equally positive when referring to his moral qualities. A subject as well as an object may become commonplace by the quantity, but nevertheless remain new and rare, owing to its quality. A subject can not be exhausted before it has been seen under every one of its various aspects, and appreciated in all its points. If much has been said of Lord Byron, has his truly noble character been fairly brought to light? Has he not, on the contrary, been judged rather as the author than the man, and have not the imaginary creations of his powerful mind been too much identified with reality? In the best biographies of his life do we not meet with many gaps which have to be filled up--nay, worse, gaps filled up with errors which have to be eradicated to make room for the truth? The object of this work is precisely to do away with these errors and to replace them by facts, and to dispel the shadows which fancy has raised around his name. For the old opinions we wish to substitute new appreciations, by weighing exactly the measure of truth which exists in the former; and by the logic of facts we wish to judge fairly so as to prevent posterity from being deceived. In doing this we do not pretend to give England any new information. For a long time, no doubt, error sprang from that country; but years and events have passed since that state of things existed. The liberal and tolerant spirit, enlightened by philosophy, which has spread all over liberal England, has also been reflected in the opinions formed of men, and has modified many pages of biography and history and made Englishmen feel how numerous were the wrongs of which they were guilty toward their illustrious countryman. It is useless to speak of the national selfishness of England, and pretend that she only appreciates or rewards with her love and esteem such writers as flatter her pride or hide her defects from the eyes of foreigners. This may be true, generally speaking; but Lord Byron's patriotic feelings were of a very different cast. He thought it best to expose to the world at large the faults of his countrymen, in order to correct them. His patriotism was influenced by the superiority of the noble sentiments which actuated his life. Feeling as he did, that he was, above all, a member of the great human community, and declaring it openly; despising popularity, if it cost him the sacrifice of a truth which he deemed it useful and right to proclaim, and thus going against many of the passions, prejudices, and opinions of his countrymen, Byron certainly wounded many susceptibilities; and could we forget all he had to suffer at the hands of the English, we might almost say he was too severe in his judgments upon them. Notwithstanding, however, it is almost impossible to travel in England without meeting everywhere some token of homage paid to the memory of Byron. Scotland, who looks upon him almost as a son, is proud to show the several houses wherein he lived when a child, and preserves his name and memory with love and respect. To have seen him once, is a recollection of which one is proud. A particular charm encircles the places, mountains, rivers, and bridge of Don, of which he speaks, simply because he has mentioned them in his poems. A letter or any thing which has belonged to him is looked upon as a treasure. At Harrow, the beloved residence of his youth, the growing generation bow with affectionate respect before the pyramid which has been erected to his memory by the love of a former youthful generation. At Cambridge, among all the monuments which recall the glories of the past, Lord Byron's statue commands the rest, and occupies the place of honor. The rooms which he had there are shown and reverenced as places which have harbored genius. In Parliament the same man who formerly, by unjust and unmerited criticisms of the youthful poet, decried his growing genius, and who was guilty of other wrongs against him, has made an act of reparation and of justice by expressing publicly his regret that a grudge of the dean in Byron's time had prevailed to prevent a monument being erected in Westminster Abbey to the memory of the poet. The pilgrimage to Newstead is looked upon as an intellectual feast, if not as a duty, by young Englishmen, and his genius is so much revered by them that they do not admit that he is equalled by any contemporary poet or likely to be surpassed by those who follow. No doubt, therefore, England now-a-days only prefers what formerly she used to exact from her poets. Moore's culpable timidities and Macaulay's declamatory exaggerations must, at least, be looked upon as weaknesses of character, which would have been disowned by themselves, had they lived long enough to witness the change in public opinion. Although full justice has not yet been done to the noble character of the man, still partial justice has been rendered to Byron's memory by the summary dismissal of the numerous false writings which appeared and which tended to replace the truth by the creations of fancy, and to put into the mouth of the poet the thoughts of their authors and not his own, or to insult him by a magnanimous defense, the honor and glory of which was to redound entirely to the writers. It is necessary to observe, that if Byron was openly calumniated during his lifetime, he was not less so after his death by disguised slander, especially by that kind of absolution which in reality is one of the most odious forms of calumny, since it is the most hypocritical and most difficult to deal with, and least likely to be touched. But England has at last understood the truth and settled all such opinions. To England, therefore, these pages, which contain the rectification of certain old opinions, will be useless. But can the same be said of other countries, and of France especially? Even now-a-days, we read such fanciful appreciation of Byron's character that we could almost believe that the rumors and calumnies which came from England had never been refuted; and that extraordinary views expressed by Lamartine in beautiful verse are still entertained, and the question still asked, whether Byron was "a devil or an angel?" On reading such appreciations, it seems opportune to present those who admire genius and truth with a very humble but conscientious study of Byron's great mind. Can it be objected, that the fact of the defense of a foreigner detracts from the interest of the reader? Can a genius be a stranger to man, and does not the earth seem too small to contain such exceptional beings? Our civilization, which has almost suppressed every physical barrier that exists between the nations of the earth, has still further annihilated those of the intellect: so much so, that Shakspeare, Dante, Goethe, are as much revered in France as in their respective countries, notwithstanding the difference of the idioms in which they have written. The same will occur in respect to Lord Byron, whose name alone opposes every barrier, and against whom the difference of nationality can not form any obstacle. The language of genius is not of one country only, but appertains to humanity in general: and God Himself has implanted its rules in every heart. This book is not a regular nor a methodical biography. Nor is it an apology; but rather a study, an analysis, the portrait of a great mind seen under all its aspects, with no other decided intention on the part of the writer than to tell the truth, and to rest upon indisputable facts and rely upon unimpeachable testimony. The public now, it is said, can not bear eulogy, and cares only to know the weak points of great men. We do not believe this to be the case. It would be too severe a criticism of human nature in general, and of our times in particular. In any case, we can not accept the statement as correct, when applied to noble characters to whom we especially dedicate this work. It may be, the reader will find in our essay beauties which he had not yet observed, which have hitherto been disputed in the original, and which less sympathetic natures than ours might term complacent eulogies; but the fear of being blamed and of being unpopular shall not deter us from our intention of bringing them forth. No criticism can prevent our praising, when he deserves it, the man who never knew the weaknesses of jealousy, and who never failed to bestow eulogy upon every kind of talent without ever claiming any in return. In publishing the book we are, moreover, certain that what to-day may appear praise, to-morrow will be termed justice.