Recollections of the Last Days of Shelley and Byron
William Guise Whitcombe to Edward John Trelawny, [August 1825]
Much-injured Sir,
I cannot express to you what I feel for your unmerited
kindness to me for your releasing me from an untimely death; other release it
is not in the power of man to procure for me, my internal misery and shame
being complete. May you never feel the half that I do. May you never be like
me, reduced by an acquaintance of four days with a villain from the smiling
circles who loved me, and had pleasure in my society, to the solitary wretched
outcast which I am now become. I have now no home, no
family, no friends—and all I regret is that I have still the gnawings of
a conscience which makes me prefer life a little longer, with all my former
enjoyments cut off, to an ignominious and untimely end. I can say no more,
perhaps now I have troubled you too much.
That God may send you a speedy recovery, and turn every curse
which falls upon my head into a blessing upon yours, is the prayer of the
wretched
William Guise Whitcombe (1804.-1832)
The son of Samuel Whitcombe and brother of the Philhellene Thomas Douglas Whitcombe; upon
being freed after his failed attempt to assassinate Edward John Trelawny he published a
fictionalised account of his experiences,
Sketches of Modern Greece
(1828).