Life of Lord Byron, Vol. 4 With His Letters and Journals
Chapter 82
"January 2. 1320.
"My dear Moore,
"'To-day it is my wedding day; And all the folks would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.'
Or _thus_:
"Here's a happy new year! but with reason, I beg you'll permit me to say-- Wish me many returns of the _season_, But as _few_ as you please of the _day_.
"My this present writing is to direct you that, if _she chooses_, she may see the MS. Memoir in your possession. I wish her to have fair play, in all cases, even though it will not be published till after my decease. For this purpose, it were but just that Lady B. should know what is there said of her and hers, that she may have full power to remark on or respond to any part or parts, as may seem fitting to herself. This is fair dealing, I presume, in all events.
"To change the subject, are you in England? I send you an epitaph for Castlereagh. * * * * * Another for Pitt:--
"With death doom'd to grapple Beneath this cold slab, he Who lied in the Chapel Now lies in the Abbey.
"The gods seem to have made me poetical this day:--
"In digging up your bones, Tom Paine, Will. Cobbett has done well: You visit him on earth again, He'll visit you in hell.
Or,
"You come to him on earth again, He'll go with you to hell.
"Pray let not these versiculi go forth with my name, except among the initiated, because my friend H. has foamed into a reformer, and, I greatly fear, will subside into Newgate; since the Honourable House, according to Galignani's Reports of Parliamentary Debates, are menacing a prosecution to a pamphlet of his. I shall be very sorry to hear of any thing but good for him, particularly in these miserable squabbles; but these are the natural effects of taking a part in them.
"For my own part I had a sad scene since you went. Count Gu. came for his wife, and _none_ of those consequences which Scott prophesied ensued. There was no damages, as in England, and so Scott lost his wager. But there was a great scene, for she would not, at first, go back with him--at least, she _did_ go back with him; but he insisted, reasonably enough, that all communication should be broken off between her and me. So, finding Italy very dull, and having a fever tertian, I packed up my valise, and prepared to cross the Alps; but my daughter fell ill, and detained me.
"After her arrival at Ravenna, the Guiccioli fell ill again too; and at last, her father (who had, all along, opposed the liaison most violently till now) wrote to me to say that she was in such a state that _he_ begged me to come and see her,--and that her husband had acquiesced, in consequence of her relapse, and that _he_ (her father) would guarantee all this, and that there would be no farther scenes in consequence between them, and that I should not be compromised in any way. I set out soon after, and have been here ever since. I found her a good deal altered, but getting better:--_all_ this comes of reading Corinna.
"The Carnival is about to begin, and I saw about two or three hundred people at the Marquis Cavalli's the other evening, with as much youth, beauty, and diamonds among the women, as ever averaged in the like number. My appearance in waiting on the Guiccioli was considered as a thing of course. The Marquis is her uncle, and naturally considered me as her relation.
"The paper is out, and so is the letter. Pray write. Address to Venice, whence the letters will be forwarded. Yours, &c. B."
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