The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1869-09-01
rag TRUE STORY OF LADY BYRoNs
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years. The periodical containing " mas
met with greater demand than perhaps
has been the case with any single NUMBER
since ii first began expounding rad'caIism
TO admirug New England. As soon rs IL
was known that such al article was con
tanned in the September issue, the book
stores of our city we're cleared o! every
copy Our dealers have forwarded fresh
orders, and in time, all who wish vii, be
supplied. ., /
The interest felt in the slightest incident
connected with the career Of So brilliant u |
genius as Byron, has for years afforded 1t |
erary hacks ncyertaihng source for profit
able discussion. The details Of his private |
life have presented such abundant opportu,
mites for manipulation, that If permanent
fame depends upon the multitude Of one
biographers and commentators, Byron's IN
happy shade can rest secure in the immor
tally Of renown. His name has always
commanded rapt attention. With that as
theme, the dryest critic has never failed
70 secure an instant hearing. The bright
opening Of his life his sudden up springing
to eminence: the Eysium Of rank, wealth,
admiration, and ha,,ery which he enjoyed
for so brief period the domestic woes
which blasted his unequalled prospects his
rash plunge into vice and dissipation; and
the heroic termination Of his previously
simless existence-ell combine to assert the
pre.eminence of truth above fiction, and to
elicit from every grade Of society an inter
est hitherto unparalleled save in the bloody
records Of personal daring on the fields OF
chiyalry. Had he succeeded in destroying
every emsnaton of his pen, as he once hall
resolved to do, his name would still have
been preserved from that oblivion which has
40 soon buried his host of detractors. II
history had yielded him up, romance could
nowhere have found more inviting materl
ais for its employ. And if all others had
abandoned him, those strict discipinarlans
who live alone for the purpose OF dying
properly, could never have allowed bis re
cord to perish-it was too striking an ex
ample of magnificent crime, arrayed in al
the grandeur of genius, rushing hesdlone
TO ruin, when it might have hummed dis
cordant PRAYERS in quiet, nor bewildered I
world with matchless melody. Every act o
Ills life would still have been dragged t.
: light, and been colored and heightened t
f suit the desires of these post mortHm exc
cutioners-these ravenous jackals that eve
prey upon the forms Of fallen lions.
But nothing in all his curious annals ha
ever commanded so patient an examination
or generated such countless suppositions a
his mysterious separation from Lady BY
, ron. Had he been so fortunate as to hayt
been born few decades later, instead 0
having been compelled to figure in tn
public prints through long succession o
anguished years, exposed to detraction
fasehood, and attack from every quarter
be might have followed the example of vas
. numbers of highly moral, respectable, an
/. intelligent gentlemen, and have summarl
8 disposed of his incompatible life partner b
! q simple appeal to some ably conducte
. court for divorce suits. 1t could then hay
|. been easily shown why cold, prudent, ca
e culatiug, unsympathetic, orthodox lad
e could not get along well with wild, reel
less, dashing, dissolate sort of a husband
e intent on spending every pound of her TO
z. tune, and what Heaven had SO incougr,
/. ously Joined together would have bee
forthwith slashed asunder. There woul
o have been no grounds whatever for mani
e featuring mystery" for future ages
b quarrel over, nobody would have though
/. any the worse of him, Madame Grund
g would have soon talked the matter stale, e
# erybody would have been satisfied, and ii
r. world would have rolled on Just as thong
IS nothing had TRANSFERRED But the noble pot
|. enjoyed none of the advantages Of this a
8 vanced age, or Of the advanced state
/, American society. He turned away fro
the scenes VI mao yeu,hcol disappointment
d and amid the glories Of nature sought IN
er repose of mind which the circle of his oV
a home denied him. Forthwith the savay
is Pharisees of continent were let loose u
on him. From his cradle to his msrriaG
, altar every step of his life was discussed, al
Z every motive for every act of his existenc
z hauled out and ransacked, in the va
n hope that some startling cause Of domest
infelicity might be unearthed. Througho
whole career of the fercest contentit
was the assault perpetuated, but not fl
= could discover sught sensational The poe
like most other poets, could not agree viii
his wife, and in common place way II
u two had separated. That was the verdi
/ of the day, and the verdict, too, Of his en-
: mics. 1t remained, therefore, for a disti
gushed member of the Beecher family
supply the demand of lewd and pruriel
taste, when the victims of her libel are bot
> Wondering away in their graves. For II
= infamy which she imputes to Byron, 81
+ cannot even claim the merit of originalit
And yet with desperate energy she hl
sought il. She has delved down into tt
vilest pits of Roman corruption and iniqu
. ty, and selected the most loathsome GRIN
~ to be found in all the Shiny pools of cent
l. ries. And while the poet in his grave sluu
; bers unconscious of the outrage, she got
II about the Cyprian task of fastening d
SANDER upon him. If aught could rouse