Astarte: a Fragment of Truth
Theresa Villiers to Lady Byron, 12 May [1816]
Saturday May 18th (1816).
You do me but justice, my dear Lady Byron,
but you do it in the kindest manner, when you say that you believe it was from a wish to do you justice, & not from any motives of impertinent curiosity that I
ventured to ask the question I did. Nothing I am sure can be more satisfactory to my mind than your
answer—and if it were possible (which I hardly think) for you to stand higher in my estimation than
you did before, it would be from the explanation you have so fully and kindly given me on the only
point which still perplexed me. It
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is a matter of great regret, (I will not say of reproach) to me to find how
frequently I have been induced from A’s partial statements,
which I believed made with the most unreserved
confidence, to give the very worst advice possible. She frequently wrote to me in the autumn
stating your urgent requests to her to go to town, her alarm that things were not going on well,
and that you thought she might be of use, Col.
L’s humeur at her going & asking
my advice—her offers of going, & your admonitions to her to reflect on the consequences were
suppressed—& I unequivocally advised her going, telling her that after all the kindness she had
experienced from you she should not hesitate to make the only return in her power. In short it is
useless now to go over the numerous instances where I now find I have been made accessory to her
doing the very things she ought most to have avoided—all this cannot be recalled—the object must be
now to reduce her tone again from pride to penitence—& to produce a change in her feelings for
her own sake as well as for that of others.
I fancy that I now understand & read her mind upon
this subject—I may be wrong—but I will give you my reasons—She frequently asserted to me in her
letters when she first left town that she knew the reports originated in M.
House1 & were circulated by Ly.
C. L.2 I told her in reply that tho’ what she said might be
true, yet that Ld. B. had by his imprudent way of talking given
ample grounds for such reports—She then expressed herself with great warmth—assuring me I had been misinformed, that whoever ventured to assert that he had so done
spoke untruly, for that he had given her his solemn word of honor that he never had said anything
that could give rise to any report of the kind, that she must believe his word, could not, would not believe him dishonourable, &c., &c. To
all this I briefly replied that two years ago he had advanced at Holland House the most
extraordinary theory upon such subjects, & that
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the person from whom I heard it was one whose veracity was undoubted—When she
found I alluded to things said in general terms, & not any direct allusion to her, she
softened—said it was a pity he wd. say such things that she had often remonstrated in vain—that he
only said these things to surprise people & that his words did him more harm than his actions
&c!—All this and many other things of the same sort lead me to believe that he did give his
word of honor that he had never betrayed her to you or to anyone else, more than by such things as
may have passed in her presence, which she may think do not after all amount to proof & might
be set down to the score of his general cruelty to you—her submission & almost tacit
acknowledgment at the moment I conceive to have arisen from her conviction of his insanity &
consequent dread of his betraying her. Now I cannot but think that if she was told by some proper
person, & perhaps no one could do this so properly as Mr.
Wilmot, how completely he had committed her to you: if she could be told certain facts
which could only be known to you thro’ him & which perhaps she must feel to be true—if above all she could be made to believe the fact you mention
in your letter of his having even betrayed her in writing to two or three women, surely nobody but
Calantha1
could remain infatuated after that—With such knowledge absence would essentially save her. Without
it I cannot but foresee a probable evil—that from the state of their circumstances he may propose
to her to go abroad to him, she may think it a better alternative than starvation (believing the
world ignorant) & Col. L. is quite capable of acquiescing in it. You say she would never forgive you for such an avowal
of your knowledge—but who is to suffer for her unforgiveness—not you—but her—& this she has
sense enough to see after the first entêtement is
over—& her affection for her children will I think prevent her attempting to make any
resistance that shd. produce an éclat which must terminate in her ruin and theirs. I really feel
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ashamed of the quantity I have written—nothing can
excuse it but your extreme kindness & tenderness towards poor A. I do not
believe she ever now alludes to her impression of your coldness to anyone but me, at least she
tells me not—but I don’t believe it would signify the least now. The general impression, as far as
I am a judge, is so perfectly now what it should be—a very judicious letter
of yours1 which I have seen circulated respecting Ld.
B.’s systematic cruelty has done much good, & even this most extraordinary
production “Glenarvon” tends to do you justice
in the eyes of the world—for nobody doubts the correctness of Glenarvon’s character—Of course you have read it & did you ever read such a book?
A. never told me of your promise to her about Georgy nor do I know now what it is—Pray tell me—Whatever it is I
cannot but consider it a most extraordinary act of kindness.
Believe me my dear Lady Byron I most
willingly give credit to whatever expressions of kindness & regard you are good enough to
bestow upon me for few things can be so gratifying to me as in any degree to possess your affection
or good opinion—& I am too anxious to retain them not to rejoice at your unchanging
disposition—it is perhaps but a poor return though a very true one to tell you how sincerely I am
ever affectionately yrs
Sir Robert John Wilmot- Horton, third baronet (1784-1841)
Byron's cousin; he was MP for Newcastle under Lyme (1818-30), governor of Ceylon
(1831-37), and was Augusta Leigh's representative at the destruction of Byron's memoir; he
succeeded to his title in 1834.
Lady Caroline Lamb [née Ponsonby] (1785-1828)
Daughter of the third earl of Bessborough; she married the Hon. William Lamb (1779-1848)
and fictionalized her infatuation with Lord Byron in her first novel,
Glenarvon (1816).
Hon. Augusta Mary Leigh [née Byron] (1783-1851)
Byron's half-sister; the daughter of Amelia Darcy, Baroness Conyers, she married
Lieutenant-Colonel George Leigh on 17 August 1807.
Frederick George Leigh (1816-1862)
The son of George Leigh and Augusta Leigh; in 1852 he married Phoebe Althea
Rothery.
George Leigh (1771-1850)
Officer in the 10th Light Dragoons, gambler, and boon companion of the Prince of Wales;
he married Augusta Byron in 1807.
Hon. Theresa Villiers [née Parker] (1775-1856)
The daughter of John Parker, first baron Boringdon; in 1798 she married George Villiers,
son the first earl of Clarendon. She was related to Byron through Augusta, daughter of
Admiral Byron, who had married a Parker.