Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 -- Last years; Poets, English -- 19th century -- Biography
serious, and we all counselled force and such coercive measures as
might be necessary to make him swallow the curative medicine. Mr.
Hamilton Browne, one of our party, now volunteered an attempt, and the
silence that succeeded his entrance augured well for his success. He
returned much sooner than expected, telling the doctor that he might
go to sleep; Lord Byron had taken both the pills, and had lain down on
my mattress and bedding, prepared for him by my servant, the only
regular bed in the company, the others being trunks and portable
tressels, with such softening as might be procured for the occasion.
Lord Byron's beautiful and most commodious patent portmanteau bed,
with every appliance that profusion of money could provide, was mine
for the night.
'On the following morning Lord Byron was all dejection and penitence,
not expressed in words, but amply in looks and movements, till
something tending to the jocular occurred to enliven him and us.
Wandering from room to room, from porch to balcony, it so happened
that Lord Byron stumbled upon their occupants in the act of writing
accounts, journals, private letters, or memoranda. He thus came upon
me on an outer roof of a part of the building, while writing, as far
as I recollect, these very notes of his conversation and conduct. What
occurred, however, was not of much consequence--or none--and turned
upon the fact that so many people were writing, when he, the great
voluminous writer, so supposed, was not writing at all. The journey of
the day was to be over the Black Mountain to Argostoli, the capital of
Cephalonia. We set out about noon, struggling as we best could over
moor, marsh ground, and water wastes. Lord Byron revived; and, lively
on horseback, sang, at the pitch of his voice, many of Moore's
melodies and stray snatches of popular songs of the time in the common
style of the streets. There was nothing remarkable in the
conversation. On arrival at Argostoli, the party separated--Lord Byron
and Trelawny to the brig of the former, lying in the offing, the rest
to their several quarters in the town.'
CHAPTER VI
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account