Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-06-13
department.
Er.. M. Z. aoRMAN. Editre,s.
LADY Byron is Dead.

BYFoN, widow OF the late Loru DfhoH, VI PV
cite came. She died at her residence No. IL
e. Georges Terrace, Regents Park, Lon
don on the 10th inst, in the seth year OF
her age, having survived her husband a lit
lie more than thirty-six years. He died at
AEissolongi in Greece, Easter day 1924,
(April I9th,)
Few marriages in this world have been
more unhappy than that which linked to-
gather the fortunes Of the noble bard and Ia
DIV NOEL, and it served as a6eopious theme
for public comment for long years after its
consummation. On the 1st of January, 1916,
the youthful pair stood up before the altar
and pronounced the solemn VOWS that made
them husband and wife. On the lst Of Feb
.ruary, 1916, Just thirteen months after their
bridal, a formal and permanent separation
book place between them. She had left Lon
don a few days before on a visit to her faith
or IN Leiccstershire, and Lord BYRON was to
follow her as soon as he could arrange his
money matters, which at that TINS were in
an exceedingly embarrassed state. When
she took leave OF him, IL was in an affection
ate manner, and the scene was one of mutu-
al kindness, having no aspect of an APP
REvrAtn- cnpqtSG coSdeneT IN the f6ondest
cOnjugal terms, and indicating strong attach
ment. Andjust here occurs one of the most
remarkable circumstance of their lives one
which yelled the event of their separation in
amystery which never was cleared up in a
way 10 enable the world fdrty and rightly to
determine which ofthe parties was most to be
blamed in the affair, although public opinion
at the time went in a very strong current
against lord Byron. We have said that
they parted in kindness when she went to
her fathers. Immediately upon her arrival
at his mansion, he despatched a letter to Lord
Byron, informing him that his daughter
would not again return TO him. No reason
was assigned for this sudden, abrupt and ex-
traordinary abandonment by Lady Byron d
her husband, TO whom she had ON her jour
ney, written a note breathing the tenderest
emotions of welded love. The public wert
left entirely to their conjectures in the mat
ter, and these were, with but few exceptions
decidedly in favor of the Lady. The separa
ton produced a greatsensation, and the odiun
Of it fell so heavily upon Lord B., thatinafe A
months afterwards he left England, to which
he never returned. lie never saw Lady b
from the hour that she left him to go to hes
fithers to the hour of hrs death.
This compilation Of events we find in ths
Petersburg Express, for the accuracy of SOM
Of which We have our doubts, but have no
the time for an examination BOW.
During the brief period Of their cenjuga
companionship, their daughter ADA wa
born, December, 20, 1885, whose infant 81
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EuffcftovfkxcE, h died November y
1862, in the ssth year of her age.
In noticing the death of Lady Byron,
furnishes an appropriate occasion for publis
ing her Answer 10 Lord Byron's bitter W
ses Of Farewell"
In the whole range of English literatu
there is not, perhaps, a production, either
prose or verse, hat combines within ats
more real, outspokeE, earnest sentiment, tn
lady Byron's reply to her faithless husba1
Byron's Farewell was an ironical biddi
adieu to a heart that he had 'wantonly cru
cd. But lady Byron has, in defending I
self from his irony, turned the tables
him completely. Her reply is scathing,
must have " cut Byron to the quick.
We call special attention to the proud
noble defiance expressed in the last vers,
The poem has doubtless been read Try all
readers BUTT will repay another peruss
Yea farewell--breweu foreverl
Thou thysen has fixed our doom,
Babe hopes lairest blossoms wither.
Never again for me to bloom
UnfOrgiying thou hast called me-
Didst thou ever say FORGIVEN
For the wretch whose wiles beguiled thee,
Thou alone dIdst seem to live.
short the space which time has given
To complete thy loves decay;
By uuhallowed passion driven,
sOon thy heart was taught to stray.
Lived for me that feeling tender
" uich thy verse ~ well can show,
From my arms why didst thou wander,
Ny VndeaTment why foregof
on, too late thy breast wac barod.
Oh, too soon to me twas shown,
That thy love / once but shared,
And already IL Is flown.
MTapt in dreams Of JOY abiding,
On thy breast my head hath lain,
In Thy love and truth %conhding,
Bliss ne'er can know again.
THAT dark hour did first discover
In thy soul the hideous slain
Would these eyes had closed forever,
Never 10 weep thy crimes again.
But the impious wish, y HeayenI
From thy record hlotted be;
Yes, 1 yet would live, D Byron,
For the babe I've borne for theei
In whose lovely features Get me,
All my weakness here confess,
Whilst the struggling tears permit meJ
al the fathers l can trace;
lie whose image never leaves me,
lie whose image still prize,
WhO this bitterest feeling gives me,
stil to love where l despise.
With roget and sorrow rather, eel So
When our child's first accents how,
viii teach her to say FATHER,
But his guilt she nc'er shall know,
Whilst tomorrow
Wakes me from q widowed bed:
on ~another's arm no sorrow
Wilt thou feel, no tear Wit shed.
4. the worlds approval sought not,
When i tore myself from thee:
or its praise or blame thought not
What its praise or blame to mel
He 40 prized-so loved-adored,
From his heart my image drove,
On my head contempt has poured,
And preferred a wanton's love.
Thou art proud; but mark me, Byron,
I've a heart proud as thine own,
Soft to love, but hard as iron
When contempt Is DER IL thrown;
But, farcwenI-Tn not upbraid thee,
Never, never wish thee III;
wretched though thy crimes have made me
IL thon can'st, be happy still.