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Astarte: a Fragment of Truth
Augusta Leigh to Lord Byron, 14 December 1814
INTRODUCTION & INDEXES
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Introduction
Preface
Contents
I. Byron Characteristics
II. Three Stages of Lord Byron’s Life
III. Manfred
IV. Correspondence of Augusta Byron
V. Anne Isabella Byron
VI. Lady Byron’s Policy of Silence
VII. Informers and Defamers
VIII. “When We Dead Awake”
IX. Lady Byron and Mrs. Leigh (I)
X. Lady Byron and Mrs. Leigh (II)
XI. Byron and Augusta
Notes by the Editor
Appendix
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Wednesday [December 14, 1814]
My dearest B ✣

As usual I have but a short allowance of time to reply to your tendresses ✣ but a few lines I know will be better than none—at least I find them so ✣ It was very very good of you to think of me amidst all the visitors, ✣ &c. ✣ &c. I have scarcely recovered mine of yesterday—La Dame did talk so—oh my stars! but at least it saved me a world of trouble—oh! but she found out a likeness in your picture to Mignonne2 who is of course very good humoured in consequence

1 The Hon. Mrs. Leigh to Lady Noel Byron, April 26th, 1851.

2 Mignonne or Mignon was Byron and Augusta’s pet name for Medora, then a few months old. About the end of 1816 or beginning of 1817, the name of Medora was altogether disused, and her other name of Elizabeth or Libby solely employed. Libby’s godmothers were Lady Francis Osborne (Elizabeth) and Mrs. Wilmot (née Horton). Lord Byron was godfather. (Lady Byron to the Hon. Mrs. Villiers, March 6th, 1817.)

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ASTARTE
✣ I want to know dearest B ✣ your plans—when you come ✣ when you go—umph! when the writings travel—when ye Cake is to be cut—when the Bells are to ring &c. &c. &c.—by the bye my visitors are acquainted with a & did praise her to the skies—They say her health has been hurt by studying, &c. &c. &c.

I have not a moment more my dearest ✣ except to say

ever thine [scrawl] 1