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Southern District of New-Yark, 38. DE IT REMEMBERED, That on the 13th day of December, A. D. 1824, in tu

D forty-ninth year of the Independence of the United States of America, Wil der and Campbell, of the said District, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit:

Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron : Noted during a residence witis his Lordship at Pisa in the years 1821 and 1822. By Tbomas Medwin, Esq. of the 24th Light Dragoons, Author of " Ahasuerus the Wanderer" With additions,

In conformity to the Act of Congress of the United States, entitled “ An Act for the encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the time therein mentioned." And also to an Act, entitled “ An Act, supplementary to an Act, ep. titled an Act for the encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned, and extending the benefits thereof to tbe arts es designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints."

Clerk of the Southern District of New-York

mans, Charts, and mentioned, and

storical and other MES DILL,

NEVA' YORK
PUBLIC LIBRARY
Astor, Lepox and illicom

Fordelene.

900

15288

PREFACE.

"A great poet belongs to no country; his works are public property, and his Memoirs the inheritance of the public.” Such were the sentiments of Lord Byron; and have they been attended to ? Has not a manifest injustice been done to the world, and an injury to his memory, by the destruction of his Memoirs ? These are questions which it is now late, perhaps needless, to ask; but I will endeavour to lessen, if not to remedy, the evil.

I am aware that in publishing these reminiscences I shall have to contend with much obloquy from some parts of his family,--that I shall incur the animosity of many of his friends. There are authors, too, who will

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not be pleased to find their names in print,
to hear his real opinion of themselves, or of
their works. There are others—But I have
the satisfaction of feeling that I have set
about executing the task I have undertaken,
conscientiously: I mean neither to throw a
veil over his errors, nor a gloss over his vir-
tues.

My sketch will be an imperfect and a rough one, it is true, but it will be from the life; and slight as it is, may prove more valuable, perhaps, than a finished drawing from memory. It will be any thing but a panegyric: my aim is to paint him as be was. That his passions were violent and impetuous, cannot be denied ; but his feelings and affections were equally strong. Both demanded continual employment; and he had an impatience of repose, a "restlessness of rest," that kept them in constant activity. It is satisfactory, too, at least it is some consolation, to reflect, that the last energies of his nature were consumed in the cause of liberty, and for the benefit of mankind.

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How I became acquainted with so many particulars of his history, so many incidents of his life, so many of his opinions, is easily explained. They were communicated during a period of many months' familiar intercourse, without any injunctions to secrecy, and committed to paper for the sake of reference only. They have not been shown to any one individual, and but for the fate of his MS. would never have appeared before the public.

I despise mere writing for the sake of book-making, and have disdained to swell out my materials into volumes. I have given Lord Byron's ideas as I noted them down at the time,--in his own words, as far as my recollection served.

They are, however, in many cases, the substance without the form. The brilliancy of his wit, the flow of his eloquence, the salJies of his imagination, who could do justice to? His voice, his manner, which gave a charm to the whole, who could forget?

“ His subtle talk would cheer the winter night,
6. And make me know myself; and the fire light
56 Would flash upon our faces, till the day
e Might dawn, and make me wonder at my stay."

Shelley's Julian and Maddalo.

Geneva, 1st August, 1824.4

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