Life of Lord Byron, Vol. 5: With His Letters and JournalsMoore, Thomas
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Life of Lord Byron, Vol. 5: With His Letters and Journals
Moore, Thomas
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824; Poets, English -- 19th century -- Biography
"Your account of your family is very pleasing: would that I 'could
answer this comfort with the like!' but I have just lost my natural
daughter, Allegra, by a fever. The only consolation, save time, is
the reflection, that she is either at rest or happy; for her few
years (only five) prevented her from having incurred any sin,
except what we inherit from Adam.
"'Whom the gods love, die young.'"
"I need not say that your letters are particularly welcome, when
they do not tax your time and patience; and now that our
correspondence is resumed, I trust it will continue.
"I have lately had some anxiety, rather than trouble, about an
awkward affair here, which you may perhaps have heard of; but our
minister has behaved very handsomely, and the Tuscan Government as
well as it is possible for such a government to behave, which is
not saying much for the latter. Some other English, and Scots, and
myself, had a brawl with a dragoon, who insulted one of the party,
and whom we mistook for an officer, as he was medalled and well
mounted, &c. but he turned out to be a sergeant-major. He called
out the guard at the gates to arrest us (we being unarmed); upon
which I and another (an Italian) rode through the said guard; but
they succeeded in detaining others of the party. I rode to my
house and sent my secretary to give an account of the attempted and
illegal arrest to the authorities, and then, without dismounting,
rode back towards the gates, which are near my present mansion.
Half-way I met my man vapouring away and threatening to draw upon
me (who had a cane in my hand, and no other arms). I, still
believing him an officer, demanded his name and address, and gave
him my hand and glove thereupon. A servant of mine thrust in
between us (totally without orders), but let him go on my command.
He then rode off at full speed; but about forty paces further was
stabbed, and very dangerously (so as to be in peril), by some
_Callum Beg_ or other of my people (for I have some rough-handed
folks about me), I need hardly say without my direction or
approval. The said dragoon had been sabring our unarmed countrymen,
however, at the _gate, after they were in arrest,_ and held by the
guards, and wounded one, Captain Hay, very severely. However, he
got his paiks--having acted like an assassin, and being treated
like one. _Who_ wounded him, though it was done before thousands of
people, they have never been able to ascertain, or prove, nor even
the _weapon_; some said a _pistol_, an _air-gun_, a stiletto, a
sword, a lance, a pitchfork, and what not. They have arrested and
examined servants and people of all descriptions, but can make out
nothing. Mr. Dawkins, our minister, assures me, that no suspicion
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