Bristol news. [volume] (Bristol, Va. & Tenn.) 1867-189?, 1872-10-15

the place, and the history of those
who used to walk beneath the shade
of the great oaks end elms, and es.
pecially is it interesting to the adj
mirers and sympathizers Of the great
and unfortunate Lord Byroa. An,
nesley Hall is adjoining his home,
| Newstead Abbey. But was then in
the possession of the Chaworths, be-
tween whom and the Byron family a
feud existed. In the old brick man.
sion dwelt Mary Ann Chaworth. now
scarcely more than lovely child, and
in the neighboriug Abbey the child
poet, we might call him at this time.
They met. and children as they were.
and in spite of the unexpiated Cha
worth blood, which had been spilled
by Byron ancestor, therewas SYM
pathy sprung up between them. that
for awhile seemed destined to heal
the wound and remove the scar
Their meetings at first we're clan
destine." as Miss Chaworth's father
was living Morning and evening the
child poet bent his course toward the
old gate-house. which opens into An
resley court yard and there. though
but child. this spark alighted in the
young poets bosom kindIed into a
fame which left its scar when he had
grown to be man in body and mind,
| and perhaps stole away many days
from his life.
Time sped onward. The 4" Wicked
Lord Byron" " and the last stern an.
cestor of Annesley Hall were laying
beneath the same covering, the sod,
and two younger, warmer, and more
poetic hearts. the one a talented.
passionate, handsome youth with lof.
ty and noble aspirations, the other a
lovely maiden, as fresh and as fair as
the dew-drop. cultivated and with a
voice as sweet and full as the queen
of the Syrens, these had become the
heirs of the adjoining mansions The
young poet was now fourteen years
of age, and had returned to the Old
Abbey to spend his vacation, His
visits we're frequent at Annesley.
No hostile ancestors now stood be-
tween him and his bOyish idol. Mrs.
Chaworth favored his suit, and here,
amid the scenes Of the Old Hall, the
first ray of hope and Joy. like his
England sun, beamed upon his young
and glowing Imagination, and then
sunk away beneath cloud of gloom
which never disappeared until he was
laid by the side of his ancestors in
the family tomb. HIS vacation was
passed almost entirely in company
with the flower Of AunesIev. Fate
seemed to favor him lie returned
again to school. Miss Chaworth met
another admirer and Byron soon
heard she was to be married. The
school boy was forgotten. Byron re-
turned cnce more to Annesley Hall
just a9 her nuptials with Mr.. Musters
were to be celebrated. 1t was then
that the reality Of his dreams unreal
lied rushed upon his senses. Byron
buried himself III the dissipation OF
society from which he never recover
ed. The effects of this early love is
traced in all his after writings, says
all eminent author. In some years
after she was married Byron set out
on IA pilgrimage. and with Mary Cha
worth still in his mind as he leaves |
the shore, writes these lines:
otis donv-and shivering In the gale
The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
And whistling DER the bending mast,
Loud sigh> ON high the fresh ming blast;
And must from this land be gone,
Because | cannot love but Onc.'
And will cross the Whitening foam,
Ahd will seek = foreign home
Till forget false fair face,
! ne shall find Il res Ing place
My own dark thoughts, cannot shun,
But ever love and love but one.
Tothink Of every early scene,
OF what are, aud " hat we've been,
Would whelm some softer breast with woe
But mine, alas has stood the blow;
Yet still beats on a. II began,
And never truly love bVt one.
And who that dear loved one may be,
is not for vulgar eyes to see,
Aud why that early love was crossed
Thou know st the best feel the most;
Have loved SO long, and loved but one.
I've tried another's fetters too,
With charms, perchance. as fair to view;
And would fain have loved so we'll,
But some unconquerable spell
forbade my bleeding breast to own
kindred care for aught but one.
'Twould soothe to take one lingering view,
Aud bless thee in my last adieu;
Yet wish / not those eyes to weep;
For him VII" wander's DER the deep;
His home, his hope his youth are gone,
Yet still he loves and lsves but one"
These are his words when years
had cooled down his passion. and
hope was no longer hope Interest
ing indeed, and poetic must have been
his first wooing. and would the old !
gate, which stood at the entrance of
the court yard and witnessed their
first clandestine meetings; could the
old portraits hanging upon library
walls, and which Byron declared
frowned down upon him as he sat by
her side; could the old piano upon
which she played SO often his favor
ite little Welsh air, now chord broken
and hushed; could the flower urns
which sat under her favorite parlor
window, the flowers, the brooklet and
the fountain in the garden-could all
these tell the story of the young po-
cts wooing to his bright morning
star of Annesley," it would be an in
teresting chapter indeed
But history tells brief story. By
ron married afterwards. You know the
unhappy results of the union. Mary
Chaworth signed her life away and no
one knew the cause. Byron died un-
fortunate and unhappy in a foreign
land, and was brought back to the
home Of his youth and buried. An
nesley Hail is no longer what it was