Lady Morgan’s Memoirs
Lord Byron to Lady Caroline Lamb, [August? 1812]
My dearest Caroline,
If tears which you saw and know I am not apt to
shed,—if the agitation in which I parted from you,—agitation which
you must have perceived through the whole of this most nervous affair, did not
commence until the moment of leaving you approached,—if all I have said
and done, and am still but too ready to say and do have not sufficiently proved
what my real feelings are, and must ever be towards you, my love, I have no
other proof to offer. God knows, I wish you happy, and when I quit you, or
rather you from a sense of duty to your husband and mother, quit
me, you shall acknowledge the truth of what I again promise and vow, that no
other in word or deed shall ever hold the place in my affections, which is, and
shall be, most sacred to you, till I am nothing. I
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never
knew till that moment the madness of my dearest and most beloved friend; I
cannot express myself; this is no time for words, but I shall have a pride, a
melancholy pleasure, in suffering what you yourself can scarcely conceive, for
you do not know me. I am about to go out with a heavy heart, because my
appearing this evening will stop any absurd story which the spite of the day
might give rise to. Do you think now I am cold, and stern, and wilful? will
ever others think so? will your mother ever—that mother to whom we must
indeed sacrifice much more, much more on my part than she shall ever know or
can imagine? “Promise not to love you,” ah, Caroline, it is past promising. But I shall
attribute all concessions to the proper motive, and never cease to feel all
that you have already witnessed, and more than can ever be known but to my own
heart,—perhaps to yours.
May God protect, forgive, and bless you ever and ever,
more than ever
Your most attached,
PS.—These taunts which have driven you to
this, my dearest Caroline, were it
not for your mother and the kindness of your connections, is there anything
in earth or heaven that would have made me so happy as to have made you
mine long ago? and not less now than then, but more than ever at this
time. You know I would with pleasure give up all here and beyond
the grave for you, and in refraining from this, must my motives be
misunderstood? I care not
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who knows this, what use is
made of it,—it is to you and to
you only that
they are,
yourself. I was and am yours freely and
entirely to obey, to honour, love, and fly with you when, where, and how
yourself
might and
may
determine.
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).
William Lamb, second viscount Melbourne (1779-1848)
English statesman, the son of Lady Melbourne (possibly by the third earl of Egremont) and
husband of Lady Caroline Lamb; he was a Whig MP, prime minister (1834-41), and counsellor
to Queen Victoria.