'But there was one soft breast, as hath been said, Which unto his was bound by stronger ties Than the Church links withal; and though unwed, Yet it was pure--and, far above disguise, Had stood the test of mortal enmities Still undivided, and cemented more By peril, dreaded most in female eyes; But this was firm, and from a foreign shore Well to that heart might his these absent greetings pour.' And it was in July, 1816, that Augusta's loyalty to him and to Mary Chaworth moved Byron to write his celebrated 'Stanzas to Augusta': '_Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted_, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the Love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in _Thee_.' 'Though human, thou didst not _betray_ me; Though tempted, thou never couldst shake.' Lord Lovelace claims to have found the key of the Byron mystery in 'Manfred,' and employs it as a damning proof against Augusta, with what justice we have seen. At the time when 'Manfred' was begun Mary Chaworth was temporarily insane. The anxiety which she had undergone at the time of Byron's matrimonial quarrels, when she feared that a public inquiry might disclose her own secret, affected her health. She bore up bravely until after Byron's departure from England; then, the strain relieved, her mind gave way, and she lived for some time in London, under the care of a doctor. Her illness was kept as secret as possible, but Augusta, who was constantly at her side, informed Byron of her condition. CHAPTER IV There has of late years been a disposition on the part of Byron's biographers unduly to disparage Moore's 'Life of Byron.' Tastes have changed, and Moore's patronizing style of reference to 'his noble friend the noble poet' does not appeal to the democratic sentiment now prevailing. But, after allowance has been made for Moore's manner, it cannot be denied that, in consequence of his personal intimacy with Byron, his work must always have a peculiar value and authority. There are, for instance, portions of Moore's 'Life' which are indispensable to those who seek to fathom the depths of Byron's mind. Moore says that Byron was born with strong affections and ardent passions, and that his life was 'one continued struggle between that instinct of genius, which was for ever drawing him back into the lonely laboratory of self, and those impulses of passion, ambition, and vanity, which again hurried him off into the crowd, and entangled him in its interests.' Moore assures us that most of Byron's so-called love-affairs were as transitory as the imaginings that gave them birth.