LORD  BYRON  and  his  TIMES
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Recollections of the Life of Lord Byron
Rejected Stanzas of Childe Harold
INTRODUCTION & INDEXES
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Preliminary Statement
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
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RECOLLECTIONS

OF THE

LIFE OF LORD BYRON,


FROM THE YEAR

1808 TO THE END OF 1814;


EXHIBITING


HIS EARLY CHARACTER AND OPINIONS, DETAILING THE PROGRESS OF HIS
LITERARY CAREER, AND INCLUDING VARIOUS UNPUBLISHED
PASSAGES OF HIS WORKS.



TAKEN FROM AUTHENTIC DOCUMENTS.
IN THE POSSESSION OF THE AUTHOR.


BY THE LATE
R. C. DALLAS, Esq.


TO WHICH IS PREFIXED


AN ACCOUNT OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES LEADING TO THE SUPPRESSION
OF LORD BYRON’S CORRESPONDENCE WITH THE AUTHOR,
AND HIS LETTERS TO HIS MOTHER, LATELY
ANNOUNCED FOR PUBLICATION.






LONDON:

PRINTED FOR CHARLES KNIGHT, PALL-MALL-EAST.

MDCCCXXIV.

XXIV.
Behold the hall, where chiefs were late convened!
Oh dome displeasing unto British eye!
With diadem hight foolscap, lo! a fiend,
A little fiend that scoffs incessantly,
There sits in parchment robe arrayed, and by
His side is hung a seal and sable scroll,
Where blazoned glares a name spelt Wellesley,
And sundry signatures adown the roll,
Whereat the urchin points and laughs with all his soul.
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XXV.
In golden characters right well designed
First on the list appeareth one “Junot;”
Then certain other glorious names we find;
(Which rhyme compelleth me to place below)
Dull victors! baffled by a vanquish’d foe,
Wheedled by conynge tongues of laurels due,
Stand, worthy of each other, in a row—
Sirs Arthur, Harry, and the dizzard Hew
Dalrymple, seely wight, sore dupe of t’other tew.
XXVI.
Convention is the dwarfy demon styled
That foil’d the Knights in Marialva’s dome:
Of brains (if brains they had) he them beguiled,
And turned a nation’s shallow joy to gloom.
For well I wot when first the news did come
That Vimiera’s field by Gaul was lost,
For paragraph ne paper scarce had room,
Such Paeans teemed for our triumphant host
In Courier, Chronicle, and eke in Morning Post.
XXVII.
But when Convention sent his handy work
Pens, tongues, feet, hands, combined in wild uproar;
Mayor, Aldermen, laid down th’ uplifted fork;
The Bench of Bishops half forgot to snore;
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Stern Cobbett, who for one whole week forbore
To question aught, once more with transport leap’t,
And bit his devilish quill agen, and swore
With foe such treaty never should be kept.
Then burst the blatant* beast, and roar’d, and raged, and—slept!!!
XXVIII.
Thus unto heaven appealed the people; heaven,
Which loves the lieges of our gracious King,
Decreed that ere our generals were forgiven,
Inquiry should be held about the thing.
But mercy cloaked the babes beneath her wing;
And as they spared our foes so spared we them.
(Where was the pity of our sires for Byng†?)
Yet knaves, not idiots, should the law condemn.
Then triumph, gallant knights! and bless your judges’ phlegm.

* “Blatant beast;” a figure for the mob, I think first used by Smollett in his Adventures of an Atom. Horace has the “Bellua multorum capitum;” in England, fortunately enough, the illustrious mobility have not even one.

† By this query it is not meant that our foolish Generals should have been shot, but that Byng might have been spared, though the one suffered and the others escaped, probably, for Candide’s reason, “pour encourager les autres.

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XXIX.
But ever since that martial synod met,
Britannia sickens, Cintra! at thy name;
And folks in office at the mention sweat,
And fain would blush, if blush they could, for shame.
How will posterity the deed proclaim!
Will not our own and fellow nations sneer,
To view these champions cheated of their fame
By foes in fight overthrown, yet victors here,
Where scorn her finger points through many a coming year.