The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-09-03

er OUe more act Of sslf-denial vas not re-
quired Of her before leaving the world
namely.-t to declare The absolute truth, no
matter at what expense to her own feelings.
For this reason It was her desire 10 recount
the whole history to > person Of snOthsr
country, and entirely out Of tie sphere Of
/ personal and local feelings which might be
supposed to inhuenes those in the country
and station in life where the events really
happened; in order that she might be helped
by such persons views in making up an
opinion Is to her own duty.
| The interview had almost the soleunity Of
death bed sVOvaL Lsdy Byron stated the
facts which have been embodied in this arti-
Gle, and gave 70 the writer q paper contain
ing brief memoranda of the whole; with the
dates sfixsd.
The writer was 50 impressed and excited
by the whole scene and recital that she teg-
ged for two or three days to deliberate. be
fore forming any opinion. She took the
memoranda with her, returned to London
and gave day or two 70 the consideration
of the subject. The decision which she made
was chiefly influenced By her reverence and
and affection for Lady Byron. She seemed
50 frail, she had suffered so much, she stood
at such a height above the comprehension
Of the coarse and common world, that the
author had feeling that it would be almost
like violating shrine, to ask her to come
forth from the sanctuary Of a silence Ehere
she had 50 long ABIDE aud plead her cause.
She wrote to Lady Byron that while this act
Of justice did seem to be called for, and to be
in some respects most desirable, yet as It
would involve so much that was painful to
her, the writer considered that Lsdy Byron
would be entirely justifabls in leaving the
truth to be disclosed after her death, and re-
commended that all the facts necessary
should be put into the hands Of some person
to be so published.
Years passed on. Lady Byron fingered
four years after this interview, to the won-
der Of her physicians and all her friends.
After Lady ByrOn's death the writer lOOH-
ed anxiously, hoping to see a memoir of the
person whom she considered the most re-
markable woman that England had pro-
duced in the century. No such memoir has
appeared on the part of her friends; and the
mistress Of Lord Byron has the ear Of the
public, and is sowing far and vide unworthy
ISLANDERS, which are eagerly gathered up and
read by an undiseriminating community.
There may be family reasons in England
which prevent Lady Byron's friends from
speaking; but Lady Byron has an American
name and an American existence, and reVer-
ence for true wOmanhoOd is, We think, na-
tionai characteristics Of the Ameriesn; and
50 far as this country Is concerned, we feel
that the public should have this refutation
Of the ISLANDERS of the Countess GoiceiOli's
book.
TIE PARTNER OF BYRON's CRIME.
The remarkable and revolting disclosures
made by Mrs. Stowe in her contribution to
the September number of The Atlantic
Monthly have awakened general desire to
know who was the nearest relative with
whom Lord Byron was guilty Of an offense
once termed by Mrs. Stowe 'iDcestous' and
in another 'adultsTOus- He had no whole
whole sister. but one half sister, and it is to
the latter no doubt Mrs. Stowe refers. Capt
Byron, the poets father, vas = man Of aban-
doned character, and seduced the March,
ioness of Carmsrthen. His victim was after
ward divorced from her betrayed husband,
and became the mother Of daughter by
Captain Byron. The girl whose name was
Augusta, when grown up married a Mr.
Leigh, Two years after her birth Mrs.
Byron died, and the Captain married the
poets mother, Miss Gordon Now the fsets
that Miss Byron was Lord Byron's half SIS
ter, and that she married, would Justify the
use Of the different adjsetiVes which Mrs,
/ Stowe has applied to their sin.
On turning to Byrons pOetical works We
/ find two pieces both entitled .Ssnzas to
Augusta The FIRST Of these was The last
poem written BY Byron before leaving Eng
land, afser his rupture with hisWifs. We
quote:
When all around was drear and dark,
And reason half withheld her ray
And hope but lhed dying spark
Which more misled ny lonely way.
In that deep midnight of the mind,
And that internal strife Of heart,
When dresding to be seemed too kind
The weak despair-the cold depart.
When fortune ohanged-aud love fed fas,
And hatreds shafts HeW thick and fast
Thou vert the solitary star
Which rose and set not 70 the last
Obi blest be thine unbroken light!
That watched me as q Bersph's eve,
And stood between me and the night,
Forever shining sweetly nigh.
And when the cloud upon Us came,
Which strOve to blaeken Ger thy nay,
Then purer spread its gentle fame,
And dashed the darkness all away.
stin may thy spirit dwell On mine,
And teach it what 70 brave OF brook
There's more in one soft word Of thine
Than in the WOrld'z dehe5 rsbuke.
Thou stOod'st, as stands lovely trse,
That still unbrOke, though gently bent,
stin waves with fond fidelity
It's boughs above monument.
The winds might rend-the skies might pour
But there thou vert-and still vould'st be
Devoted in the stormisst hour
To shed thy weeping leaves o'er me.
But thou and thine shall know no blight
Whatever fate on me may fan;
For heaven in sunshine viii requits
The kind-and thee the most Of all.
Then let the ties Of bafled love
Be broken-thine whichever break;
Thy heart can feel-but win not move;
Thy soul, though soft, viii never shake.
And these, when all was lost beside
We're found and still are fixed IN thesf
And bearing still breast 50 tried,
Earth is no desert-even to me.
The other composition, which we give be-
low. was written few months later-Jnly
oath, 1s16,-near Geneva:
Though the day OF my destiuy's over,
Andthe star Of my fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover e
The faults which 50 many could fnd;
Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted
It shrunk not to share it with me,
And the love which my spirit hath painted
It never hath found but in thee.
Then when nature AROUND me- issmiling,
The last smile which answers to Minis.
I DO not believe it beguiling
Because it reminds me Of thine;
And when the winds are at war with tlsoeean
As the breasts I believed IN with me,
If their billoEs excite an emotion,
It is that they bear me from thee