The Opelousas journal. [volume] (Opelousas, La.) 1868-1878, 1869-12-25
Lord Byron Writing from sH;a-
dcs in iii own Defence.

From the Glasgow Weekly Mail.
Among the thousand and one articles
and pamphlets on the Byron scandal
in prose aud verse, we have seen moth
ing approaching, for wit and pungency
a clever jcu desprit just issued f'om the
London press. 1t is entitled "L,rd
Byron's Defcnse," and protesting to be
written by his Lorlship himself is ap
propriately dated Hades, MDcccLxlx.'
The title page contains portraits OF
Lord Byron and Mrs. Stowe-his Lord
ship, beautiful as Appollo, being repre-.
scented as almost eclipsing coarse,
scandalmongerirg face, intended for
that of his detractor, Mrs Stowe. The
following extract selected at random,
will give our readers sample Of the
flavor of this Byronesque production:
Who is this Mrs. Stowe? Her name. thank
God,
Was never one familiar 10 my ear;
Her country was land | never trod,
Although travelled often far and near.
They saw tnat she's a awoman-that is odd -
TO women, as a rule, my verse is dear.
Per chance she's some forlorn neglected
beauty
Or clse-her husband doesn't do his duty.
I can't console her in the flesh, I can't
Revisit "glImpscs Of the moon" to make
Poor Mr.. Stowe unhappy, and slan't
IN
woman's sake,
So Stowe may rest in peace. | only want
To know why all this trouble she should
take.
7 might have needed once 4 moral tea her
NImporte-but damn this saHctimoniu>
Beecher!
never was a moral man, know
did some things were far beyond de
Tending;
| Fer Write always was so cursed slow,
| flew to Venice, jus, as my soul was
mending,
AID am rightly punished; Mrs. Stowe
Sensation and obscenity SO blending,
Has scattered lies with dirty prod gality,
And made me blacker even than reality.
"Fatallis incestlsqne judex" she
As Horace says Il ought to change he
gender,)
"Et muller pcregrina' that to me
a comfort is. My fame needs no defend
Zen in America, think they'll see
The falsehoods uttered by this base pre-
| der,
Who's heaped upon me such huge indig
nifty,
With f.tuous, foolish, feminine malignity
Sweet to the Llushi"g bride hnsband
kiss,
Sweet to the old man dreams OF youthful
vigor,
Sweet to the virgin thoughts of loves new
bliss,
Sweet is the hope of freedom to tn
Niger.
B It sweeter far in spite of public hiss
To II. B. S. the cheque-a handsom
figure
Her publisher will pay-game worth tn
candle,
For sheets befoul'd with literary scandal
My sister! thy sweet soul has passed ava
Where all this foul aspersion hurts the
not;
Pure in the pure realms of eternal day,
Thy heart is free from every earthly spot
Of no avail the words that sland'rers say
The fair escutcheon Of thy fame to blo
Cnrs'd be the greedy publishers who CAV
This literary jacket to thy grave.
I care not for myself, my fame is far
Beyond this dull reviler's power to dim
My sister shonc b.forc her as star
Shines purely DER the young moon
crescent rim;
She wished our reputation both to tar
With the same foul brush; twas wo
thy whim
Of her who whitewashed hosts of fet'
10 take such pains to bIacken both OF
, figures.
IT'S said awoke one memorable morn
: And found that was famous; speedily
; knew myself the the target for all scorn
Men called me Infamous (the Lord know
why).
What laurels this rude woman may hay
know not, but the deed of infamy,
This lewd, loqnacious, literary antic,
. Should bias. them on both sides OF Il
r Atlantic.
One would live on forever, but bore
Ones life becomes ere many ye"rs roll (
And yet man must feel little sore
To think how he will suffer when hi
gone.
"Nil nis bonum," said the men of yore,
"De mortuis," but now ones tomb up
Folks write foul words; in fact, there's
! denying =.
o There's something very dangerous in dyln
i; Enough. I leave to all mems scorn the
This insult to the living and the dead !;
Twas proud task for woman's hands
try
To heap deflement on woman's he'
The Stowe had scarcely dared to pirate, b
Been living, but where'er her words I
u read
=. u Deep execrations must her name envir
- Who dares to medlle with me.
"Crede "-Byr