by Lord Byron
Etc., etc.,
BYRON.
P.S. — Present a copy of the Antijacobin therein to Mrs. Byron.
61. — To John M. B. Pigot.
Southwell, Jan. 13, 1807.
I ought to begin with sundry apologies, for my own negligence, but the variety of my avocations in prose and verse must plead my excuse. With this epistle you will receive a volume of all my Juvenilia, published since your departure: it is of considerably greater size than the copy in your possession, which I beg you will destroy, as the present is much more complete. That unlucky poem to my poor Mary has been the cause of some animadversion from ladies in years. I have not printed it in this collection, in consequence of my being pronounced a most profligate sinner, in short, a “young Moore,” by — — — , your — — friend. I believe, in general, they have been favourably received, and surely the age of their author will preclude severe criticism. The adventures of my life from sixteen to nineteen, and the dissipation into which I have been thrown in London, have given a voluptuous tint to my ideas; but the occasions which called forth my muse could hardly admit any other colouring. This volume is vastly correct and miraculously chaste. Apropos, talking of love, …
…
If you can find leisure to answer this farrago of unconnected nonsense, you need not doubt what gratification will accrue from your reply to yours ever, etc.
[Footnote 1: See page 104 [Letter 53], [Foot]note 2 .]
[Footnote 2: Thomas Moore (1779-1852) had already published ‘Anacreon’ (1800), ‘The Poetical Works of the late Thomas Little’ (1801), and ‘Odes, Epistles, and other Poems’ (1806). In all, especially in the second, the poetry was of an erotic character.
“So heartily,” said Rogers (‘Table-Talk, etc.’, pp. 281, 282), “has Moore repented of having published ‘Little’s Poems’, that I have seen him shed tears — tears of deep contrition — when we were talking of them. Young ladies read his ‘Lalla Rookh’ without being aware (I presume) of the grossness of ‘The Veiled Prophet’. These lines by Mr. Sneyd are amusing enough —
”‘‘Lalla Rookh’
Is a naughty book
By Tommy Moore,
Who has written four,
Each warmer
Than the former.
So the most recent
Is the least decent.’“]
62. — To Captain John Leacroft.
January 31, 1807.
Sir, — Upon serious reflection on the conversation we last night held, I am concerned to say, that the only effectual method to crash the animadversions of officious malevolence, is by my declining all future intercourse with those whom my acquaintance has unintentionally injured. At the same time I must observe that I do not form this resolution from any resentment at your representation, which was temperate and gentlemanly, but from a thorough conviction that the desirable end can be attained by no other line of conduct.
I beg leave to return my thanks to Mr. & Mrs. Leacroft, for the attention and hospitality I have always experienced, of which I shall ever retain a grateful remembrance.
So much to them; with your permission, I must add a few words for myself. You will be sensible, that a coolness between families, hitherto remarkable for their intimacy, cannot remain unobserved in a town, whose inhabitants are notorious for officious curiosity; that the causes for our separation will be mis-represented I have little doubt; if, therefore, I discover that such misrepresentation does take place, I shall call upon you, to unite with myself in making a serious example of those men, be they who they may, that dare to cast an aspersion on the character I am sacrificing my own comfort to protect.
If, on the other hand, they imagine, that my conduct is the consequence of intimidation, from my conference with you, I must require a further explanation of what passed between us on the subject, as, however careful I am of your Sister’s honour, I am equally tenacious of my own.
I do not wish this to be misconstrued into any desire to quarrel; it is what I shall endeavour to avoid; but, as a young man very lately entered into the world, I feel compelled to state, that I can permit no suspicion to be attached to my name with impunity.
I have the honour to remain,
Your very obedient Servant,
BYRON.
[Footnote 1: This and the two following letters refer to a quarrel between Byron and the Leacroft family, which arose from his attentions to Miss Julia Leacroft. Moore’s statement, that Captain Leacroft, the lady’s brother (see page 34 [Letter 12], [foot]note 3), sent a challenge to Byron, who was at first inclined to accept it, is inaccurate. But it is possible that Byron was acting on the advice of the Rev. J. T. Becher, when he decided, in order to prevent misunderstanding, to break off his acquaintance with the Leacrofts absolutely.]
63. — To Captain John Leacroft.
February 4th, 1807.
Sir, — I have just received your note, which conveys all that can be said on the subject. I can easily conceive your feelings must have been irritated in the course of the affair. I am sorry that I have been the unintentional cause of so disagreeable a business. The line of conduct, however painful to myself, which I have adopted, is the only effectual method to prevent the remarks of a meddling world. I therefore again take my leave for the last time. I repeat, that, though the intercourse, from which I have derived so many hours of happiness, is for ever interrupted, the remembrance can never be effaced from the bosom of
Your very obedient Servant,
BYRON.
64. — To Captain John Leacroft.
February 4th, 1807.
Sir, — I am concerned to be obliged again to trouble you, as I had hoped that our conversations had terminated amicably. Your good Father, it seems, has desired otherwise; he has just sent a most agreeable epistle, in which I am honoured with the appellations of unfeeling and ungrateful. But as the consequences of all this must ultimately fall on you and myself, I merely write this to apprise you that the dispute is not of my seeking, and that, if we must cut each other’s throats to please our relations, you will do me the justice to say it is from no personal animosity between us, or from any insult on my part, that such disagreeable events (for I am not so much enamoured of quarrels as to call them pleasant) have arisen.
I remain, your’s, etc.,
BYRON.
65.-To the Earl of Clare.
Southwell, Notts, February 6, 1807.
My Dearest Clare, — Were I to make all the apologies necessary to atone for my late negligence, you would justly say you had received a petition instead of a letter, as it would be filled with prayers for forgiveness; but instead of this, I will acknowledge my sins at once, and I trust to your friendship and generosity rather than to my own excuses. Though my health is not perfectly re-established, I am out of all danger, and have recovered every thing but my spirits, which are subject to depression. You will be astonished to hear I have lately written to Delawarr, for the purpose of explaining (as far as possible without involving some old friends of mine in the business) the cause of my behaviour to him during my last residence at Harrow (nearly two years ago), which you will recollect was rather “en cavalier.” Since that period, I have discovered he was treated with injustice both by those who misrepresented his conduct, and by me in consequence of their suggestions. I have therefore made all the reparation in my power, by apologizing for my mistake, though with very faint hopes of success; indeed I never expected any answer, but desired one for form’s sake; that has not yet arrived, and most probably never will. However, I have eased my own conscience by the atonement, which is humiliating enough to one of my disposition; yet I could not have slept satisfied with the reflection of having, even unintentionally, injured any individual. I have done all that could be done to repair the injury, and there the affair must end. Whether we renew our intimacy or not is of very trivial consequence.
My time has lately been much occupied with very different pursuits. I have been transporting
a servant, who cheated me, — rather a disagreeable event; — performing in private theatricals; — publishing a volume of poems (at the request of my friends, for their perusal); — making love, — and taking physic. The two last amusements have not had the best effect in the world; for my attentions have been divided amongst so many fair damsels, and the drugs I swallow are of such variety in their composition, that between Venus and Æsculapius I am harassed to death. However, I have still leisure to devote some hours to the recollections of past, regretted friendships, and in the interval to take the advantage of the moment, to assure you how much I am, and ever will be, my dearest Clare,
Your truly attached and sincere
BYRON.
[Footnote 1: John Fitzgibbon (1792-1851), son of the first Earl of Clare, by his wife Anne Whaley, succeeded his father as second Earl in January, 1802. A schoolfellow of Byron’s at Harrow, he was the “Lycus” of “Childish Recollections,” and one of his dearest friends. Clare, after leaving Harrow, went to a private tutor, the Rev. Mr. Smith, at Woodnesborough, near Sandwich. There he formed so close a friendship with Lord John Russell as to provoke Byron’s jealousy (‘Life’, p. 21). Clare was at Christ Church, Oxford (B.A. 1812); Byron at Trinity, Cambridge. They rarely met after leaving Harrow. Their meeting on the road between Imola and Bologna in 1821,
“annihilated for a moment,” says Byron (see ‘Life’, p. 540; ‘Detached Thoughts’, November 5, 1821), “all the years between the present time and the days of Harrow. We were but five minutes together, and on the public road; but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence which could be weighed against them. Of all I have ever known, he has always been the least altered in everything from the excellent qualities and kind affections which attached me to him so strongly at school. I should hardly have thought it possible for society (or the world, as it is called) to leave a being with so little of the leaven of bad passions. I do not speak from personal experience only, but from all I have ever heard of him from others, during absence and distance.”
Lord Clare was Governor of Bombay from 1830 to 1834.]
[Footnote 2: See page 41 [Letter 14], note 1 [Footnote 5].]
[Footnote 3: See page 81 [Letter 38], [Foot]note 1.]
[Footnote 4: In the theatricals, which took place at Southwell in the autumn of 1806, Byron was the chief mover. A letter received by Mr. Pigot, quoted by Moore (‘Life’, p. 38), shows how eagerly his return from Harrogate was expected: —
“Tell Lord Byron that, if any accident should retard his return, his mother desires he will write to her, as she shall be ‘miserable’ if he does not arrive the day he fixes. Mr. W. B. has written a card to Mrs. H. to offer for the character of ‘Henry Woodville,’ — Mr. and Mrs. — — not approving of their son’s taking a part in the play: but I believe he will persist in it. Mr. G. W. says, that sooner than the party should be disappointed, ‘he’ will take any part, — sing — dance — in short, do any thing to oblige. Till Lord Byron returns, nothing can be done; and positively he must not be later than Tuesday or Wednesday.”
A full account of the theatricals is given in a manuscript written by
Miss Bristoe, one of the performers. Two plays were represented, (1)
Cumberland’s ‘Wheel of Fortune’ and (2) Allingham’s ‘Weathercock’. The
following were the respective casts: —
(1) ‘Penruddock’, Lord Byron.
’Sir David Daw’, Mr. C. Becher.
’Woodville’, Captain Lightfoot.
’Sydenham’, Mr. Pigot.
’Henry Woodville’, Mr. H. Houson.
’Mrs. Woodville’, Miss Bristoe.
’Emily Tempest’, Miss J. Leacroft
’Dame Dunckley’, Miss Leacroft.
’Weazel’, Mr. G. Wylde.
’Jenkins’, Mr. G. Heathcote.
(2) ‘Tristram Fickle’, Lord Byron.
’Old Fickle’, Mr. Pigot.
’Briefwit’, Captain Lightfoot.
’Sneer’, Mr. R. Leacroft.
’Variella’, Miss Bristoe.
’Ready’, Miss Leacroft.
’Gardener’, Mr. C. Becher.
’Barber’, Mr. G. Wylde.
Between the two plays, a member of the Southwell choir sang “The Death of Abercrombie.” The brave General, attended by two aides-de-camp, all three in the costume of the Southwell volunteers, appeared on the stage, and the General, sinking into the outstretched arms of his two friends, warbled out his dying words in a style which convulsed Byron with laughter.
The play itself nearly came to an untimely conclusion. Captain Lightfoot screwed his failing courage to the sticking point by several glasses of wine, with the result that, being a very abstemious man, he became tipsy. But “restoratives were administered,” and he went through his part with credit. Byron, who was the star of the company, repeatedly brought down the house by his acting.
(For Byron’s Prologue to ‘The Wheel of Fortune’, see ‘Poems’, vol. i. pp. 45, 46.) Moore’s account of the epilogue, written by the Rev. J. T. Becher, and spoken by Byron, is erroneous. Only one word gave any opportunity for mimicry. It occurs in the lines —
“Tempest becalmed forgets his blust’ring rage,
He calls Dame Dunckley ‘sister’ off the stage.”
In pronouncing the word “sister,” Byron “took off exactly the voice and manner of Mr. R. Leacroft.”]
66. — To Mrs. Hanson.
Southwell, Feb. 8, 1807.
Dear Madam, — Having understood from Mrs. Byron that Mr. Hanson is in a very indifferent State of Health, I have taken the Liberty of addressing you on the Subject.
Though the Governor & I have lately not been on the best of Terms, yet I should be extremely sorry to learn he was in Danger, and I trust he and I will live to have many more Squabbles in this world, before we finally make peace in the next. If therefore you can favor me with any salutary Intelligence of the aforesaid Gentleman, believe me, nothing will be more acceptable to
Yours very truly,
BYRON.
P.S. — Remember me to all the family now in Garrison, particularly my old Friend Harriet.
67. — To William Bankes.
Southwell, March 6, 1807.
Dear Bankes, — Your critique is valuable for many reasons: in the first place, it is the only one in which flattery has borne so slight a part; in the next, I am cloyed with insipid compliments. I have a better opinion of your judgment and ability than your feelings. Accept my most sincere thanks for your kind decision, not less welcome, because totally unexpected. With regard to a more exact estimate, I need not remind you how few of the best poems, in our language, will stand the test of minute or verbal criticism: it can, therefore, hardly be expected the effusions of a boy (and most of these pieces have been produced at an early period) can derive much merit either from the subject or composition. Many of them were written under great depression of spirits, and during severe indisposition: — hence the gloomy turn of the ideas. We coincide in opinion that the “poësies érotiques” are the most exceptionable; they were, however, grateful to the deities, on whose altars they were offered — more I seek not.
The portrait of Pomposus was drawn at Harrow, after a long sitting; this accounts for the resemblance, or rather the caricatura. He is your friend, he never was mine — for both our sakes I shall be silent on this head. The collegiate rhymes are not personal — one of the notes may appear so, but could not be omitted. I have little doubt they will be deservedly abused — a just punishment for my unfilial treatment of so excellent an Alma Mater. I sent you no copy, lest we should be placed in the situation of Gil Blas and the Archbishop of Grenada; though running some hazard from the experiment, I wished your verdict to be unbiassed. Had my “Libellus” been presented previous to your letter, it would have appeared a species of bribe to purchase compliment. I feel no hesitation in saying, I was more anxious to hear your critique, however severe, than the prais
es of the million. On the same day I was honoured with the encomiums of Mackenzie, the celebrated author of the Man of Feeling Whether his approbation or yours elated me most, I cannot decide.
You will receive my Juvenilia, — at least all yet published. I have a large volume in manuscript, which may in part appear hereafter; at present I have neither time nor inclination to prepare it for the press. In the spring I shall return to Trinity, to dismantle my rooms, and bid you a final adieu. The Cam will not be much increased by my tears on the occasion. Your further remarks, however caustic or bitter, to a palate vitiated with the sweets of adulation, will be of service. Johnson has shown us that no poetry is perfect; but to correct mine would be an Herculean labour. In fact I never looked beyond the moment of composition, and published merely at the request of my friends. Notwithstanding so much has been said concerning the “Genus irritabile vatum,” we shall never quarrel on the subject — poetic fame is by no means the “acme” of my wishes. — Adieu. Yours ever,
BYRON.
[Footnote 1: William John Bankes, of Kingston Lacy, Dorsetshire, was Byron’s friend, possibly at Harrow, though his name does not occur in the school lists, certainly at Trinity College, Cambridge (B.A. 1808). He represented Truro from 1810 to 1812, when he left England on his Eastern travels. At Philæ he discovered an obelisk, the geometrical elevation and inscriptions of which he published in 1820. In Mesopotamia he encountered John Silk Buckingham, whom he afterwards charged with making use of his notes in his ‘Travels’, a statement, found to be libellous, which (October 19, 1826) cost Bankes £400 in damages. He also travelled with Giovanni Finati, a native of Ferrara, who, under the assumed name of Mahomet, made the campaigns against the Wahabees for the recovery of Mecca and Medina. Finati’s Italian ‘Narrative’ was translated by Bankes, to whom it is dedicated by his “attached and faithful servant Hadjee Mahomet,” and published in 1830. In 1822 Bankes was elected M.P. for Cambridge University, but lost his seat to Sir J. Copley in 1826. At a bye-election in 1827, he was again unsuccessful. His candidature gave occasion to Macaulay’s squib, which appeared in the ‘Times’ for May 14, 1827, ‘A Country Clergyman’s Trip to Cambridge’.