The National Register.
London, England, 1816-04-22 00:00:00

THE NATIONAL REGISTER.

Whlc mingling truth with falsehood—sneers with smiles—
A thread of candour with a web of wiles:
A plein blurt show of Briefly spoken sectino.
To hide her bloodless heart's soul-ha:deed s:heming;
A 1p of Hes—a fere formed to conceal;
And, without feeling, mock at ail who feel :
With a vile mask the Gorgon would disown;
A cheek of parchment—and an eye of stone.
Mirk, hue/ ti:e channels of her yellow blood
Ooze to her s!.in, and stagnetc there to rind,
Cased hire the v.:M.:vie in saferen mail,
Or dialer greenness of the seorpion's
s ale—
(For drawn from reptiles only may we true
Coneenial colours in that soul or face).-
I.onis un her featured and bthold mind
As is n mirror of itself defined :
Look on the picture! deem it not o'erelterged—
There is no trait which might not be enlat„md
Yet true to 't Nature's itstri...ymen." who mode
monster when their mistress left off trade,...—
This female dog.star of her little sky.
Viliere all beneath her influence droop or die.
Oh! wretch without a tzar—without a !bought.
Save joy above the ruin thou hest wrougl. it—
The time shall come, nor long remote, wl:cn thou
Shalt toe' far more than thou hiliietest now;
Feel for thttoc• vile self-lovieg self in vain,
And turn howling in utipitied pain.
May the strong curse of cruJ.,'d nude ior. light
Satic on thy bosom with reflected blight!
And make thee in thy leprosy of mind
As loathsome to thyself as to mankind!
Till all thy self-thoughts curdle inn" hate.
Black—rts thy will for others wonld Cralt2:
Till thy hard heart be calcined into
And thy soul welter in its hideous MM.
Oh, may thy grove be sleepless as the hed,—
The widow d couch of fire, that thou hest spread!
Then. when thou fain would's; weary Heaven with payer,
Look on thine earthly victims—and tiesprir!
Down to the dust!—and, as them sanest Lowey,
Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay.
But for the love I bore, and ;till must bear,
To her thy malice from all ties would•tear—
Thy name—thy human name—to every eye
The climax of all scorn should hang on lugh,
Exalted o'er thy less abliormel compeer—
And festering in the inf:uny of pairs.

The following letter has been addressed by Sir Ralph Noel
(the father of Lady Byron), to the Editor of The Marainx
nide, in consequence of some observations respecting Lord and
Lady Byron, which have appeared in that pnper

" slivart's Hotel, April 18, 18 16.

" Sin,—l observe with the greatest dissatkfaction the men-
ace in which you have inserted in the .11(witing Croakle of to-
day the unqualified contradiction I gave you yesterday of the
paragraph in your former paper, which stated the existence
of a eon:piracy against Lord Byron's domestic peace. I did
nut say that 1 knew of no conspiracy against lord Byron's do-
mestic peace; but I told yon iu the most decided manner, that
I knew no conspiracy of the kind had ever existed, that the
report was utterly Use, and I gave yon my word of honour
that the step takcti by Lady Byron was the result of her own
unbiassed judgment, and that her parent+ and friends inter-
fered only when called upon by her to afford her their support.
In the necessity of the step, indeed,her friends fully concurred,
but in the suggestion of It they had no concern. Having given
you this assurance in the most solemn manner, I called upon
you to contradict the paragraph on my authority. You have
done so, but in a manner utterly nos atisfactory; and I have to
request that you will insert this letter in your paper of to-mor-
row, in which I repeat that no conspiracy whatever existed
against Lord Byron's domestic peace. Yon also in another
part of the conversation whirl' ensued entirely mistoek me : I
never stated that the publication in a Sunday Journal was
' much to my disquiet and condemnation but in reply to some
observations of yours. it was asserted merely as a fact, that uo
pa ragrophs hostile to Lord Byron had originated with Lady
Byron or her immediate friends, or were published with their
knowledge, and that I should lament very much the necessity
of making this subject the theme of further discussion in the
public papers, which I have always disapproved of in ques-
tions that concern the relations of private life. Such are my
observations. In the present instance, I conceive these dis-
cussions have sprung from the publication of Lord Byron's
verses, as I do nut remember that the subject was ever can-
vassed before; they have certainly not originated from Lady
Byron " I am, Sir, your humble servant,
" BALM NOEL.

" To the Editor of the Morning Chronicle."

P.S. My friend, Colonel Doyle, who was present with me,
concurs in his recollection of the above having been the senti-
ments which I expressed.-1 am, Sir, your humble servant,

" RALPH NOEL."
To this letter the Editor has returned the following Answer:
" Stn, Thursday Evening, I 1 o'clock.

" On coming to my office, I find your letter, containing an
anidmadversion on the paragraph inserted in my Paper, as the
result of the conversation last night; and I should have no
hesitation in publishing it according to your desire, if! were not
morally certain that it would lead inevitably to the publication
of the whole Correspondence, front Lady itvuores first letter,
dated from Kirby, to the last document, prepared for legal pro-
eeedings, if necessary. I stop it, therefore, for one day, to en-
able you to reflect on the propriety of pushing the matter to this
extremity ;and, In the mean time, I beg leave to say, that I Fab-
lished the result of the long conversation that passed between
us, and not the detail, from motives of the moat anxious concern
tktr all parties. YOu certainly said, in the first instance, that
' no conspiracy had ever existed against the domestic peace of
Lord Byrom' to which you will do me the justice to recollect I
answered, ' that you could speak to this only from the best cl
your own knowledge and belief,' and that I pet feetly acquitted
you of all participation in it; but that I remained folly con-
vinced, from circumstances within my own knowledge, that
nothing but gross misrepresentation and malignant influence
could have pt evailt d on a wife, m hese duty It was to cleave to
her husband, and particularly such a' wife as Lord Byron al-