The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1847-01-28
AN INCIDENT RELATED OF BYRON
BY N. P. WILLIS.


twas getting towards midnight when a
party of young noblemen came out from one
of the clubs OF ST. James street. The SER
want of each, as he stepped upon the pave
ment, threw up the wooden apron OF the
cabriolet, and sprung 10 the head of the horse
but as TO the destination of the equipages
for the evening, there seemed TO be some
disseniion among the noble masters. Be-
twixt the line OF coroneted vehicles stood al
hackney coach, and person in an attitude of
eager expectancy pressed near The exhiii-
arated group ashe could do without exciting
immediate attention.
(which way" said he whose vehicle was
nearest, standing with bis foot on the step.
GAIL together, of course" said another.
"Lei's make night of it,"
"Pardon me" said the deep and sweet
voice of the last gu. from the crowd: 81 Sc
cede for one. Go thy ways, genllemen!"
Byron stood looking after them moment,
and raised his hat and pressed his hand hard
on his forehead. The unknown person who
had been lurking near, seemed TO leave him
for moment to his thoughts, or was embar
raised at approaching stranger. AS Byron
turned with his haling step, however, he
came suddenly to his side.
"My lord!" he said, and was silent as if
waiting permission TO go on.
"WelI," replied Byron turning TO him with
out the least surprise, and looking closely into
his face by the light of the steet lamp.
81 come 10 you with an Grand which per-
lhaps-"
ga strange one, am sure; but am pre-
pared for i'll have been forwarned of it.
What do you require OF me? for am ready"
"This is strange!!' exclaimed the man.
I''Has another messenger, then"
"None except spirit-for my heart alone
told me should be wanted at this hour
Speak al once"
"My lord, dying girl has sent for you''
sDo know her.'
"She has never seen you. Will you come
at once, and on the way will explain 10 you
what can of this singular errand; though,
Indeed, when il is told you, you will know all
that comprehend"
They we're at the door of the hackney
coach, and Byron entered it without further
remark.
"Back againm said the stranger. as the
coachman closed the door, sand drive for deal
life, for we shall scarce be in time, fear!
i The heavy tongue of ST. Pau's struck
twelve. as the rolling vehicle hurried on thro
the now lonely street, and lhoug so far from
The place whence they started. neither of the
two occupants had spoken. Byron sat with
I folded arms and bare head in the corner o
the coach; the stranger, with his hat crowd
ed over his eyes, seemed REFRESHING some vi
client emotion; and it was only when they
stopped before low door in the street close
upon river, that the latter found utterance
sis she alve?" he hurriedy asked of a
woman who came out at the sound of the
carriage wheels.
"She was a moment snce-but be quick!'
4 Byron followed quickly on the heels of hi
companion, and passing thoroughly dlmll
lighted entry 10 the door of the back room
there they entered. A lamp shaded by
, curtain of spotless purity threw faint ligh
, upon bed upon which lay girl, watches
= by physician and nurse. The physician
had just removed small mirror from he
+; lips, and holding il 10 the light, he whispere'
! that she still breathed. AS Byron passed
the dying girl moved the fingers of the han
E lying on the coverlet, and slowly opened o
3 him her languid eyes--eyes of inexpressbl
2 depth and lusture. No one had spoken.