GEORGE NOEL GORDON BYRON was born at Holles Street, London, Jan. 22, 1788, and he died while in the service of the Greeks, at Missolonghi, April 19, 1824.
It may not be uninteresting to note the ancestry of Byron. His father was Captain John Byron of the Guards, a profligate officer, who eloped to France with a divorced lady, and then married again in order to gain money to pay his debts. His grand-uncle, whom our author succeeded in the title, killed a neighbor in a drunken brawl, was tried before the House of Lords, and acquitted; and he then conducted himself so badly as to gain the appellation of "wicked Lord Byron." The poet's grandfather was Admiral Byron, known as "Foul-weather Jack," who had as little rest on sea as the poet on land, and who had the virtues without the vices of the race. The family of Byrons distinguished themselves in the field; seven brothers fought in the battle of Edgehill.
No literary branches of any note grew from the family
tree of the Byrons till the birth of our author, excepting that in the reign of Charles II there was a Lord Byron who wrote some good verses. One writer has tried to find a poetic ancestry for our author by connecting the Byrons of the 17th century with the family of Sidney. Byron's mother was Catherine Gordon, heiress of Gight in Aberdeenshire. "The lady's fortune was soon squandered by her profligate husband, and she retired to the city of Aberdeen, to bring up her son on a reduced income. The little lame boy, endeared to all in spite of his mischief, succeeded his grand-uncle, William, and became Lord Byron, in his eleventh year." The happy mother sold off her effects and went with her son to New-stead Abbey. This estate had been conferred on Sir John Byron by Henry VIII, and Charles I had ennobled the family as a reward for high and honorable service in the royal cause during the Civil War.
While Byron came from an honored and noble ancestry, yet he was unfortunate in his parentage. Deserted by his father, he was left to the uncertain training of a mother who was moved by the extremes of indulgent fondness and vindictive disfavor. In her fits of anger, he was her "lame brat," and her discipline consisted in throwing things at him; while in her pleasant moods he was her "darling boy," and the recipient of her kisses. Between these extremes she lost all control over him. He became self-willed and resisted all efforts to control him by sullen resistance or defiant mockery. This characteristic followed him through life, and, without doubt, may be traced to his parental training.
Upon succeeding to the title of Lord Byron, the youth was sent to the school at Dulwich, and from thence to Harrow. In 1805 he was removed to Trinity College, Cambridge, where he studied for about two years. His school life was not particularly brilliant. He gained large stores of general information, but made little progress in his classical studies. The head master of the school at Harrow received him as a "wild northern colt," very much behind his age in Greek and Latin. According to his own account, he was always rebelling and getting into mischief; yet he managed to keep up his reputation for general information by reading every history he could get hold of, and by studying the English classics. Perhaps the most profitable time of his life was the year's vacation spent at Southwell with the Pigotts. The genial encouragement which they gave him expanded his poetic impulses and marked the dawn of his genius. While at Harrow he had been busy scribbling verses, and the admiration expressed by the Pigotts led him to publish a collection entitled
"Hours of Idleness." Upon his return to Cambridge, he found his volume well received. The applause which it gained encouraged him to make literature a profession. He accordingly made a careful examination of himself, including his acquirements. The rest of his college life was spent in collecting his powers to make a grand struggle for fame.
In 1808 a savage attack was made upon him through the Edinburgh Review. It is said that Byron never acted except under the influence of love or defiance. The attack in the Review stirred our poet to action, and
"English Bards and Scotch Reviewers," a scorching satire, was the result. It is understood that Lord Brougham wrote the criticism, but Byron's reply was a complete punishment of the objects of his wrath. This was Byron's first literary battle, and he could have said, as did the hero of Lake Erie, "We have met the enemy, and they are ours." With the wreath of triumph still fresh on his brow, the young lord started, in 1809, for a tour of the continent. For two years he wandered over Spain, Albania, Greece, Turkey and Asia Minor.
For some time after his return, he lived at Newstead very unhappily, but he busied himself correcting the proof sheets of
"Childe Harold." Finally he went to London to enter politics. He took his seat in the House of Lords, and spoke two or three times on important measures. In the spring of 1812 the first two cantos of
"Childe Harold" appeared in print. It gained an instantaneous and wide-spread popularity. "I awoke one morning," he said, "and found myself famous." "The effect was not confined to England; Byron at once had all Europe as his audience, because he spoke to them on a theme in which they were all deeply concerned. He spoke to them, too, in language which was not merely a naked expression of their most intense feeling; the spell by which he held them was all the stronger that he lifted them with the irresistible power of song above the passing anxieties of the moment." A moment's call upon our historic memories will show why "Childe Harold" pleased all Europe. It appeared about the time Napoleon set out for Moscow. It was with difficulty that an English army could defend itself in Portugal, and the English nation was trembling for its safety. The movements of the dreaded Bonaparte were being watched by all eyes, and every state in Europe was shaking to its foundation. At such a time as this,
"Childe Harold" "entered the absorbing tumult of a hot and feverish struggle, and opened a way in the dark clouds gathering over the contestants through which they could see the blue vault and the shining stars."
In his second canto, Byron turned from the battlefields of Spain,
With blood-red tresses deepening in the sun,
And death-shot glowing in his fiery hands-
to "august Athena," "ancient of days," and the "vanished hero's lofty mound," thus placing before the world the departed greatness of Greece.
Young Lord Byron became the lion of the hour, and the center of London society. In 1813 he produced
"Giaour," and "The Bride of Abydos;" 1814,
"Corsair," and "Lara;" 1816,
"Siege of Corinth" and "Parisina." Omitting the rest of his social life till the close of this sketch, well will now finish, in brief, the record of his principal literary work. Leaving England, he spent the remainder of his life at Geneva, Venice, Ravenna, and in other parts of the continent.
In 1816 appeared the third canto of "Childe Harold" and the
"Prisoner of Chillon;" 1817, "Manfred," the
"Lament of Tasso," and "Beppo;" 1818,
"Ode to Venice," "Mazeppa," and completed
"Childe Harold;" 1820 translated the first canto of
"Morgante Maggiore," the "Prophesy of
Dante,' translation of "Francesca de Rimini,"
"Marino Faliero," and "The Blues." From 1821 to 1823 he finished
"Don Juan," and wrote "Sardanapalus,"
"Letters on Bowles," "The Two Foscari,"
"Cain," "Heaven and Earth,"
"Werner," "Deformed Transformed,"
"The Age of Bronze," and "The Island."
Having been appointed by the Greeks commander-in-chief of an expedition against Lepanto, he was about to enter upon his duties, when he was taken sick. All efforts to save him failed, and he died in 1824.
Byron's love disappointments were numerous; but in 1815 he married Miss Milbanke, a northern heiress, and daughter of Sir Ralph Milbanke. Ida, an only daughter, was born in the following December. Lady Byron left him in about one year, and refused to return. Their union seems to have been unfortunate, as they were not adapted to each other. His
"Farewell to Lady Byron" was written in sincerity and bitterness of heart, and it is a poem of much tenderness. The thick gloom and the numerous misfortunes that settled upon Lord Byron, caused him to leave his native land forever, and quiet trouble in the pleasures and stirring scenes of the continent.
In many respects Byron's life is but a repetition of the life of Burns,--the one a lord, the other a peasant, but both singularly brilliant and yet unfortunate; loved and yet despised, and both dying from excesses in the very prime of life. It is difficult to write of such men; for their biographers usually paint their portraits by putting in all the shadows and leaving out most of the lights. This principle of biography we cannot adopt. We must consider Byron as one of the remarkable literary men of his day. His genius will be a source of wonder and delight to all who love to contemplate the workings of human passion in solitude and society, and the rich effects of taste and imagination.
When we see his uncontrolled passions lifted into great surging billows, like the wild unrest of the ocean, and then see him penning his farewell to his wife and child, while the tears are falling like rain upon the paper as he writes, we cannot find it in our heart to write unkindly of him. We simply repeat what Joaquin Miller said of
BURNS AND BYRON.
In men whom men condemn as ill
I find so much of goodness still,
In men whom men pronounce divine
I find so much of sin and blot,
I hesitate to draw a line
Between the two, where God has not.
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