character, fundamentally
unprincipled, soon developed itself in such a manner as to alienate him
from his family. In 1778, under circumstances of peculiar effrontery, he
seduced Amelia D'Arcy, the daughter of the Earl of Holdernesse, in her
own right Countess Conyers, then wife of the Marquis of Carmarthen,
afterwards Duke of Leeds. "Mad Jack," as he was called, seems to have
boasted of his conquest; but the marquis, to whom his wife had hitherto
been devoted, refused to believe the rumours that were afloat, till an
intercepted letter, containing a remittance of money, for which Byron,
in reverse of the usual relations, was always clamouring, brought
matters to a crisis. The pair decamped to the continent; and in 1779,
after the marquis had obtained a divorce, they were regularly married.
Byron seems to have been not only profligate but heartless, and he
made life wretched to the woman he was even more than most
husbands bound to cherish. She died in 1784, having given birth to two
daughters. One died in infancy; the other was Augusta, the half sister
and good genius of the poet, whose memory remains like a star on the
fringe of a thunder-cloud, only brighter by the passing of the smoke of
calumny. In 1807 she married Colonel Leigh, and had a numerous
family, most of whom died young. Her eldest daughter, Georgiana,
married Mr. Henry Trevanion. The fourth, Medora, had an unfortunate
history, the nucleus of an impertinent and happily ephemeral romance.
The year after the death of his first wife, John Byron, who seems to
have had the fascinations of a Barry Lyndon, succeeded in entrapping a
second. This was Miss Catherine Gordon of Gight, a lady with
considerable estates in Aberdeenshire--which attracted the
adventurer--and an overweening Highland pride in her descent from
James I., the greatest of the Stuarts, through his daughter Annabella,
and the second Earl of Huntly. This union suggested the ballad of an
old rhymer, beginning--
O whare are ye gaen, bonny Miss Gordon, O whare are ye gaen, sae
bonny and braw? Ye've married, ye've married wi' Johnny Byron, To
squander the lands o' Gight awa'.
The prophecy was soon fulfilled. The property of the Scotch heiress
was squandered with impetuous rapidity by the English rake. In 1780
she left Scotland for France, and returned to England toward the close
of the following year. On the 22nd of January, 1788, in Holles Street,
London, Mrs. Byron gave birth to her only child, George Gordon, sixth
Lord. Shortly after, being pressed by his creditors, the father abandoned
both, and leaving them with a pittance of 150 l a year, fled to
Valenciennes, where he died, in August, 1791.
CHAPTER II.
EARLY YEARS AND SCHOOL LIFE.
Soon after the birth of her son, Mrs. Byron took him to Scotland. After
spending some time with a relation, she, early in 1790, settled in a
small house at Aberdeen. Ere long her husband, who had in the interval
dissipated away his remaining means, rejoined her; and they lived
together in humble lodgings, until their tempers, alike fiery and irritable,
compelled a definite separation. They occupied apartments, for some
time, at the opposite ends of the same street, and interchanged visits.
Being accustomed to meet the boy and his nurse, the father expressed a
wish that the former should be sent to live with him, at least for some
days. "To this request," Moore informs us, "Mrs. Byron was at first not
very willing to accede; but, on the representation of the nurse that if he
kept him over one night he would not do so another, she consented. On
inquiring next morning after the child, she was told by Captain Byron
that he had had quite enough of his young visitor." After a short stay in
the north, the Captain, extorting enough money from his wife to enable
him to fly from his creditors, escaped to France. His absence must have
been a relief; but his death is said to have so affected the unhappy lady,
that her shrieks disturbed the neighbourhood. The circumstance recalls
an anecdote of a similar outburst--attested by Sir W. Scott, who was
present on the occasion--before her marriage. Being present at a
representation, in Edinburgh, of the Fatal Marriage, when Mrs.
Siddons was personating Isabella, Miss Gordon was seized with a fit,
and carried out of the theatre, screaming out "O my Biron, my Biron."
All we know of her character shows it to have been not only proud,
impulsive, and wayward, but hysterical. She constantly boasted of her
descent, and clung to the courtesy title of "honourable," to which she
had no claim. Her affection and anger were alike demonstrative, her
temper never for an hour secure. She half worshipped, half hated, the
blackguard to whom she was married, and
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