Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1869-09-19

iieve, " that this very same lady-a
paragon Of human perfection, after a
lapse Of years, and since parties most
nearly concerned were laid beneath
the sod and unable to defend them
selves from such infamous and name
less accusation of q crime from which
even the most heartless and brass
faced caiumniatOr would shrink back
IN horror from giving publicity
| should, on the verge Of her grave, on
a sudden commit this terrible secret
to the tender care Of Mrs. Stowe, in
| order to regale, in due time, the pub
lie of the present age Of ~pretensiOu
| to social a. we'll as to moral refine
ment, with such a tit-bit Of a " lite
rary ntORstrtBH hOrTeJgdtlp i7geHs, Ell
lifnieH GdemptlHl!" And eUi 6OHOy
It is we'll for Mrs. Stowe that Sir John
| Cam Hobhouse H do not know his
/ subsequent name IA q" Lord, ~ Is now
no more. Leigh Hunt, Monk Lewis,
HOgg, and Tom Moore, are
also dead. If any Of these
were now living, and had
a chance threading Mrs. Stoves mas
terpieee of charity, in the papers, the
literary world would certainly very
shortly behold in print q New Wis
/ ion of Judgment" in q true ByrOnian
key; but il is doubtful that the sub
| lime authOress would find her entrance
into heaven as unObstructed as did
the British king, otherwise favOrabiy
/ known to fame. She might encounter,
| inside. the spirit of him whose name
she has piOusly tried TO add an addi-
| tiOnal infamy, peculiar to herself, by
her uncharitable, M~edusa-like, late
| literary production. Can it be posi-
| bic or true that the spiritual portion
| Of our being possesses the power to
act upon the material perception Of
| another, without material elements?
/ From what other source could Ada
/ Bvron's horror Chatred or ilial con-
| teIapt would be too hard a name) of
her own mOther-that paragon Of fe-
male affectiOn-arise2 Her father Is
not buried in Westminster Abbey,
but in the village churchyard at Huck-
nall: and Col. WiIdman, the prOprie-
| tor OfNewstead Abbey-Lord ByrOn's
familv residence-had Ada ls a guest,
at. or shortly before her death, and
some familiar, interesting CONVEX
sation, perhaps some " revelation,
also. is said to have taken
place between these two dis
interested friends, the substance Of
Which-Or at least as much Of it h he
Thought prOper-COl. Wildman HIM
self has told; and the veracity Of that
gentleman can scarcely be impeached.
"Yes.U saws Lady Ida LOvelace, point
inc to the church in view, u wish to
be buried there-and not where my
mother can reach me! Oh! | know
that l am the most wrOnged amongst
women! And who has pestered my
innocent childhood, my Orphanship
as it were; and the whole vigorous
manhood of nv illuStriOus, poor,
heart-brOken father. whom | saw only
when a sightless babe, whose name,
or the appellatiOn father l was,
from NV earliest infancy, forbidden
to utter, even IN my prayers? Hut l
know him now! Oh! bury me at his
side! and the union of our bodies IN
the grave shall be the emblem OF the
union Of our spirits in the bosom Oh
the Eternal! ! have been brought up
in complete ignorance of all thai re-
CARDS my poor, IlustriOus father, con-
sequently no atIectatlOn prompts my
speech; but as regards my belief IN
my mothers intrinsic, pretended love
to me, or to him, ! am in a very
rapid way of canversiOnn' Might
she not have added the same confess
sion as to her belief in her mothers
sanity?) "But," she continued, [
never had the happiness of being
present to that, the nOblest, most gen
erous. truest, and most loving heart
that ever beat in the bosom of man.
This might, perhaps, seem somewhat
hvperbOlical, but the event took place
nevertheless, and Col. Wildman wax
known to be prOdigal of words.
Alasl how little we know each others
hearts. and motives! but how apt we
are with our ~inferencesi In many in
stances we feel that we have acted
wrong. and suffered wrong; still we
30 on Judging one another, and, rs the
a~ncients represented Justice, give is
our verdict with the bandage over OUt
ewes! But is it not by far more pleas
ant to think with pure nobility OF
heart, than with the illiberal animOs-
ity and sarcasm of a blackguarde
And these ladies in blue stockings
All me! who was it that said: SI3taHe
mtiB3is C0e,isfibus ire:
BYRON's AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
A note in McKenzie's edition OF
NOctes AH6rOSitnn says: "'The Great
Lady in Florence for whose reading
Bvron's autobiography was copied,
was the present Countess Of West
mOreland. Her husband had been
Envoy Extraordinary to the court OF
Tuscany. OF 1.-THE copy sent to her, !
have heard q copy was made and re-
tanned. No copy was sent to Galig-
mani by Murray. Lady BlessingtOn
had the autobiography in possession
for weeks, and confessed to having
transcribed every line of it. Moore
demonstrated. and Lady Is. committed
her manuscript to the flames, but she
did not tell him that her sister, Mrs.
Home Eurvis, had also made a copy.
In fact several people had been allow
ed the like opportunity, and 1t Is hard
to believe that out of at least ten or
twelve persons only three, and these
women, had taken the trouble of
tranScribing. From the quality of
"cOpV" which / have seen (and 9TH
ers were more in the way of falling
across il than myself, l surmise that
at least half q dozen copies were made,
and that five of these are yet in exist
ence. Some particular transactions
such As the marriage and separation
were copied separately; but think
there cannot be less than five full
copies yet to be found.
OLD HICKORY