LORD  BYRON  and  his  TIMES
Byron
Documents Biography Criticism

William Godwin: his Friends and Contemporaries
Ch. VII. 1791-1796
Eliza Wollstonecraft Bishop to Everina Wollstonecraft, 10 February 1793
INTRODUCTION & INDEXES
DOCUMENT INFORMATION
GO TO PAGE NUMBER:

Preface
Contents Vol. I
Ch. I. 1756-1785
Ch. II. 1785-1788
Ch. III. 1788-1792
Ch. IV. 1793
Ch. V. 1783-1794
Ch. VI. 1794-1796
Ch. VII. 1759-1791
Ch. VII. 1791-1796
Ch. IX. 1797
Ch. X. 1797
Ch. XI. 1798
Ch. XII. 1799
Ch. XIII. 1800
Contents Vol. II
Ch. I. 1800
Ch. II. 1800
Ch. III. 1800
Ch. IV. 1801-1803
Ch. V. 1802-1803
Ch. VI. 1804-1806
Ch. VII. 1806-1811
Ch. VIII. 1811-1814
Ch. IX. 1812-1819
Ch. X. 1819-1824
Ch. XI. 1824-1832
Ch. XII. 1832-1836
Index
Creative Commons License

Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 Unported License.
Produced by CATH
 
Upton Castle, February 10, ’93.

“. . . I should like to know what you felt on first hearing Louis’s death. I own I was shocked, but not deluged in tears. In short, I could bear to hear it read, and hoped they had some motive for such an act of cruelty that our newspapers did not explain. But to hear him cried up as the best of men, and that no man’s sufferings or fortitude equalled the King of France’s, is to me quite novel. The depth of his understanding and the
212 WILLIAM GODWIN
goodness of his heart, is all the men here can talk of. Was he really that innocent kind of man they here represent him? The military men at Pembroke, who have left the service, furnish opinions for the people, who declare, with one voice, that the French are all Atheists, and the most bloody Butchers the world ever produced. Rees is pale with passion if the subject is introduced, declaring the world is going to be at an end; that the Assassins are Instruments in the hands of Providence. I can hardly tell you, then, with what delight I read
Fox’s manly speech, or how clear and replete with good sense it appeared to me; in short, every word carried conviction with it; yet this man is condemned, with Paine, as an unworthy wretch. I was obliged to sit up till three this morning, to read the debates; for a gentleman had lent the paper to R., and I could not have it

“God bless you.—Yours affectionately,

Eliza.”