Massachusetts spy and Worcester advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1823-1825, 1825-01-12
The Blue Stocking Club.
No. 5.

"Like Napoleon, have always had great
contempt for women. They are in an unnat-
ural state of society. The Turks and Eastern
people manage these matters better than we
DO. They lock them up, and they are much
happier. Give woman looking glass, and
few sugar plums, and she will be satisfied"
Lord Byron.
The manner in which man treats the other
sex is no bad index of his own character The
eXaltation of the female sex TO their just rank
in society, is among the proudest monuments
of the Christian religion. 1t is a subject on
which its most jealous and devoted followers
have delighted to dwell-it is spot in the
armament of Christianity, over which no cloud
has ever past. limo other proof were wanting
of the beneficial tendency Of the religion which
we profess, to this one we can confidently ap
peal, and no tongue will be found presumptu-
Gus enough to deny or to doubt it. 1t is not
our intention in this place to trace the differ
ence between woman as she exists in those
countries where the King of gloom" old Su-
the minds Of men, and in those where is felt
the mild light of the glorious sun of Christian
ity.
we lDlGuu ulGICl1 W lew
such as would naturally be suggested to any
one, on reading the extract at the head of our
chapter. These sentiments were uttered by
Byron. Yes by no other than him, for whom
the whole civilized world prctendS to have
gone into mourning; whose name and whose
fame are carried on the four winds of
heaven from sea TO sea, and from the rivers to
the very ends of the earth; and the desire to
l.. u
has made some of our pseudo literati forget
their own senses. The Reviewers are in
fair way to weep their eyes out, if, indeed,
they have any, and the last one of this race,
whose cry has Just reached our ears, after de-
ploring most wofully and most sadly the pre-
mature fate of his Lordship, at last comforts
himself with the consoling reflection of the
numberless others who are, at the same time,
shedding with him the tear of sympathy, and
pouring forth lamentations, more sorrowful
than those of David over Saul and Jonathan.
If sorrow consecrates the memory Of Byron,
she will do it by her howlings instead Of her
tears. We doubt much if the annunciation of
his death drew from its crystal dwelling place
one solitary tear, either in Calcutta, Botany
Bay, the Sandwich Islands, or America. In
regard to Botany Bay, we would not express
ourselves very confidently; but verify, verify,
do we believe, there is not favourite lap-dog
in all our wide country, whose decease would
not have been hallowcd with more drops from
the pure fountain OF feeling, than was the
death of this never-enough-to-be-p praised Lord
George Byron.
You may tell us as much as you please ofthat
transcendant intellect; you may talk to us as
long and asloudly as you choose, otthat mighty
mind, which looked creation thro' at glance,
and surveyed the beauties of the visible world
with the feelings of an ardent admirer; of that
imagination which threw its own sublime glo-
res round every object which it contemplated,
and of that faculty which enabled him to en-
body his thoughts, in corresponding language,
and to give you the picture he had created,
in all its terrible or beautiful reality you may
discourse most eloquently on his devotion to
the cause of lbetty--to the cause of injured
Greece-but it will not do there are blots on
his mind, which are only rendered darker, and
more deforming by the brillancy with which
they are surrounded, and the manner in which
he spoke of the female sex-the manner in
which he acted towards them, is an unwashed,
and an unforgiven stain on his memory, which
"Though dimm'd with the mist of future years."
shall never fade away.
He was gifted poet--he knew it, and he
wrote with no other aim than notoriety and
applause. He was an enthusiastic rash en-
thusiast he longed for other laurcls than those
his Tyre had won him, and he hoped, by ems