Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-10-04
Tuesday, Oct. 2.
UPSome few weeks ago a flaming adver

edited works of Lord Byron, now ir possession
Of his son, Major George Gordon Byron Of
the British Army, who had the perusal of the
Of the " hole Of The Poets M S S in the keep
inc Of his family. The English papers have
pronounced him an imposlor, and state that
the Byron family know nothing Of this man.
and that he | as never seen the M. s. s. of
the poets poems. Murray, Byron's publisher
alse says that no knows nothing in regard to
him. Col. Fuller, of The New York Mirror.
recently wrote a very sensible article on the
subject, and now this man, who claims TO be
the son Of Byron, has brought an action
against Col. Fuller, for SANDER, laying his
damages at $4,000. Fuller coolly publishes
the Summons and Declaration which have
been served upon him, and, as we should say
in law, states that he is fully prepared TO
make out his case IN defence. We think it
will be decidedly rich trial. By way ofre-
creation, Col , we should like 10 assist in your
defence, in this curious literary and legal
cause.
AS 10 the merits Of this man. s claim TO pa
tern,y 10 the blood Of England's lordly poet, :,
we know nothing one thing, however is Ger :.
tain ; if his claim is good one, (and what
can he know about it y il is his misfortune and
not his fault, but above all things j, is not
for him to proclaim it to the world
One thing is very certain, Byron had hut
one legitimate child, Ada In the first stan
"a of ,he Third Canto of Chlde Harold he
says Of her,
Is thy face like thy mothers, my fair child
Ada I! sole daughter Of my house and heart
When last saw thy young blue eyes they sn il
ed,
And then We parted, mo, as now we part,
But with hope
He then closes the same Canto with tho
following exquisite lines, full of deep and
touching parental feeling, in regard 10 her.
My daughter with thy name this song be-
gun
My daughter with thy name thus much
shal edd-
l see thee NOT, Il hear the no, but none
Can be so wrapl in lhee; thoi art the friend
To whom'the shadows Of Tar years extend
Alb-t my brow thou never shouldst behold,
NV voice shall with thy future visions blend
And reach into thy heart when mine cold !,
A token and tone, even from thy faith rs
mould.
Toad lAy MINIS develorcmen., to watch
Thy dawn Of little j"ys,-to sit and see
Almost hy very growth,-to view thee catch
knowledge of ofobects,-wUudsrs yet to thee
TO hold thee lightly on ge'tlc knee,
THIS, it should seem was not reserved Tor
me-
Yet this was in my nature AS it is,
know not what's there, yet sonnet ing like to
his
Yet, Tough dull hate as duty should
taught,
know tha, thou wilt love mo though thy
name
Should be shu, from thee, as a spell still
fraught
With so,ation, and a hr ken claim;
Though tae grave closed between us, twere
the same
know that thou wilt love me; though TO
diain
My blood from out thy being were an aim.
And an attainment all would be in vain,-
Still thou wouldst love me, still tina, more than
life retain.
The child oflove,-though born in bitterness,
And nunurcd in conyulsion, or thy sire
These were the elements, and thine no less
As yet such are around th.c,-but thy fire
Shall be more tempered, and thy hope far
higher.
Swec, be thy Graded slumbers ! Der the
sea,
And from the mountains where lnow respfe
Fain would wafi such blessings upon thee,
As, with a sigh, deem thou might'st have been
to me
That Byron had at least one illcgitlmate
son, we presume no one will attempt to deny,
because he has given tho world his own evil
dcnce o. the fact in the following lines, writ
ten in 1907. Byron was married on the Cd
of January, 1915, and was separated from
hi, wife at the close Of tho same year, and
they never lived together again. These lines
were " ri.ten when he was l9years Of age.
TONY SON.
Those fiasen locks, those eyes of blue,
Bright as thy mothers in their hue
Those rosy lips, whose dmples play
And smile TO steal tho heart away,
Recall scene Of former JOY,
And touch thy Fathers heart, my Boy
And thou canst lisp fathers name
Alb, william, were thine own the same,
No selfrcproach-but, let me cease
My care for thee shall purchase peace
Thy mothers shade shall smile in JOY,
And pardon all the past, ms Boy
Her lowly grave the turf has prest,
And thou has, known a strangers breast !
Derision sneers upon Thy birth,