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Life of Harriet Beecher Stowe
Chapter XIX: The Byron Controversy, 1869-1870.
by Harriet Beecher Stowe
It seems impossible to avoid the unpleasant episode in Mrs. Stowe's
life known as the "Byron Controversy." It will be our effort to deal
with the matter as colorlessly as is consistent with an adequate
setting forth of the motives which moved Mrs. Stowe to awaken this
unsavory discussion. In justification of her action in this matter,
Mrs. Stowe says:--
"What interest have you and I, my brother and my sister, in this short
life of ours, to utter anything but the truth? Is not truth between
man and man, and between man and woman, the foundation on which all
things rest? Have you not, every individual of you, who must hereafter
give an account yourself alone to God, an interest to know the exact
truth in this matter, and a duty to perform as respects that truth?
Hear me, then, while I tell you the position in which I stood, and
what was my course in relation to it.
"A shameless attack on my friend's memory had appeared in the
'Blackwood' of July, 1869, branding Lady Byron as the vilest of
criminals, and recommending the Guiccioli book to a Christian public
as interesting from the very fact that it was the avowed production of
Lord Byron's mistress. No efficient protest was made against this
outrage in England, and Littell's 'Living Age' reprinted the
'Blackwood' article, and the Harpers, the largest publishing house in
America, perhaps in the world, republished the book.
"Its statements--with those of the 'Blackwood,' 'Pall Mall Gazette,'
and other English periodicals--were being propagated through all the
young reading and writing world of America. I was meeting them
advertised in dailies, and made up into articles in magazines, and
thus the generation of to-day, who had no means of judging Lady Byron
but by these fables of her slanderers, were being foully deceived. The
friends who knew her personally were a small, select circle in
England, whom death is every day reducing. They were few in number
compared with the great world, and were silent. I saw these foul
slanders crystallizing into history, uncontradicted by friends who
knew her personally, who, firm in their own knowledge of her virtues,
and limited in view as aristocratic circles generally are, had no idea
of the width of the world they were living in, and the exigency of the
crisis. When time passed on and no voice was raised, I spoke."
It is hardly necessary to recapitulate, at any great length, facts
already so familiar to the reading public; it may be sufficient simply
to say that after the appearance in 1868 of the Countess Guiccioli's
"Recollections of Lord Byron," Mrs. Stowe felt herself called upon to
defend the memory of her friend from what she esteemed to be
falsehoods and slanders. To accomplish this object, she prepared for
the "Atlantic Monthly" of September, 1869, an article, "The True Story
of Lady Byron's Life." Speaking of her first impressions of Lady
Byron, Mrs. Stowe says:--
"I formed her acquaintance in the year 1853, during my first visit to
England. I met her at a lunch party in the house of one of her
friends. When I was introduced to her, I felt in a moment the words of
"'There was awe in the homage that she drew;
Her spirit seemed as seated on a throne.'"
It was in the fall of 1856, on the occasion of Mrs. Stowe's second
visit to England, as she and her sister were on their way to Eversley
to visit the Rev. C. Kingsley, that they stopped by invitation to
lunch with Lady Byron at her summer residence at Ham Common, near
Richmond. At that time Lady Byron informed Mrs. Stowe that it was her
earnest desire to receive a visit from her on her return, as there was
a subject of great importance concerning which she desired her advice.
Mrs. Stowe has thus described this interview with Lady Byron:--
"After lunch, I retired with Lady Byron, and my sister remained with
her friends. I should here remark that the chief subject of the
conversation which ensued was not entirely new to me."
"In the interval between my first and second visits to England, a lady
who for many years had enjoyed Lady Byron's friendship and confidence
had, with her consent, stated the case generally to me, giving some of
the incidents, so that I was in a manner prepared for what followed."
"Those who accuse Lady Byron of being a person fond of talking upon
this subject, and apt to make unconsidered confidences, can have known
very little of her, of her reserve, and of the apparent difficulty she
had in speaking on subjects nearest her heart. Her habitual calmness
and composure of manner, her collected dignity on all occasions, are
often mentioned by her husband, sometimes with bitterness, sometimes
with admiration. He says: 'Though I accuse Lady Byron of an excess of
self-respect, I must in candor admit that, if ever a person had excuse
for an extraordinary portion of it, she has, as in all her thoughts,
words, and deeds she is the most decorous woman that ever existed, and
must appear, what few I fancy could, a perfectly refined gentlewoman,
even to her femme de chambre.'
"This calmness and dignity were never more manifested than in this
interview. In recalling the conversation at this distance of time, I
cannot remember all the language used. Some particular words and forms
of expression I do remember, and those I give; and in other cases I
give my recollection of the substance of what was said.
"There was something awful to me in the intensity of repressed emotion
which she showed as she proceeded. The great fact upon which all
turned was stated in words that were unmistakable."
Mrs. Stowe goes on to give minutely Lady Byron's conversation, and
concludes by saying:--
Of course I did not listen to this story as one who was investigating
its worth. I received it as truth, and the purpose for which it was
communicated was not to enable me to prove it to the world, but to ask
my opinion whether she should show it to the world before leaving it.
The whole consultation was upon the assumption that she had at her
command such proofs as could not be questioned. Concerning what they
were I did not minutely inquire, only, in answer to a general
question, she said that she had letters and documents in proof of her
story. Knowing Lady Byron's strength of mind, her clear-headedness,
her accurate habits, and her perfect knowledge of the matter, I
considered her judgment on this point decisive. I told her that I
would take the subject into consideration and give my opinion in a few
days. That night, after my sister and myself had retired to our own
apartment, I related to her the whole history, and we spent the night
in talking it over. I was powerfully impressed with the justice and
propriety of an immediate disclosure; while she, on the contrary,
represented the fatal consequences that would probably come upon Lady
Byron from taking such a step.
Before we parted the next day, I requested Lady Byron to give me some
memoranda of such dates and outlines of the general story as would
enable me better to keep it in its connection, which she did. On
giving me the paper, Lady Byron requested me to return it to her when
it had ceased to be of use to me for the purpose intended.
Accordingly, a day or two after, I inclosed it to her in a hasty note,
as I was then leaving London for Paris, and had not yet had time fully
to consider the subject. On reviewing my note I can recall that then
the whole history appeared to me like one of those singular cases
where unnatural impulses to vice are the result of a taint of
constitutional insanity. This has always seemed to me the only way of
accounting for instances of utterly motiveless and abnormal wickedness
and cruelty. These, my first impressions, were expressed in the hasty
note written at the time:--
LONDON, November 5,1856.
DEAREST FRIEND,--I return these. They have held mine eyes waking. How
strange! How unaccountable! Have you ever subjected the facts to the
judgment of a medical man, learned in nervous pathology? Is it not
"Great wits to madness nearly are allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide."
But my purpose to-night is not to write to you fully what I think of
this matter. I am going to write to you from Paris more at leisure.
(The rest of the letter was taken up in the final details of a charity
in which Lady Byron had been engaged with me in assisting an
unfortunate artist. It concludes thus:)
I write now in all haste, en route for Paris. As to America,
all is not lost yet. Farewell. I love you, my dear friend, as never
before, with an intense feeling that I cannot easily express. God
H. B. S.
The next letter is as follows:--
PARIS, December 17, 1856.
DEAR LADY BYRON,--The Kansas Committee have written me a letter
desiring me to express to Miss ---- their gratitude for the five
pounds she sent them. I am not personally acquainted with her, and
must return these acknowledgments through you.
I wrote you a day or two since, inclosing the reply of the Kansas
Committee to you.
On that subject on which you spoke to me the last time we were
together, I have thought often and deeply. I have changed my mind
somewhat. Considering the peculiar circumstances of the case, I could
wish that the sacred veil of silence, so bravely thrown over the past,
should never be withdrawn during the time that you remain with us. I
would say then, leave all with some discreet friends, who, after both
have passed from earth, shall say what was due to justice. I am led to
think this by seeing how low, how unworthy, the judgments of this
world are; and I would not that what I so much respect, love, and
revere should be placed within reach of its harpy claw, which pollutes
what it touches. The day will yet come which will bring to light every
hidden thing. "There is nothing covered that shall not be revealed,
neither hid that shall not be known;" and so justice will not fail.
Such, my dear friend, are my thoughts; different from what they were
since first I heard that strange, sad history. Meanwhile I love you
forever, whether we meet again on earth or not.
H. B. S.
Before her article appeared in print, Mrs. Stowe addressed the
following letter to Dr. Holmes in Boston:--
HARTFORD, June 26,1869.
DEAR DOCTOR,--I am going to ask help of you, and I feel that
confidence in your friendship that leads me to be glad that I have a
friend like you to ask advice of. In order that you may understand
fully what it is, I must go back some years and tell you about it.
When I went to England the first time, I formed a friendship with Lady
Byron which led to a somewhat interesting correspondence. When there
the second time, after the publication of "Dred" in 1856, Lady Byron
wrote to me that she wished to have some private confidential
conversation with me, and invited me to come spend a day with her at
her country-seat near London. I went, met her alone, and spent an
afternoon with her. The object of the visit she then explained to me.
She was in such a state of health that she considered she had very
little time to live, and was engaged in those duties and reviews which
every thoughtful person finds who is coming deliberately, and with
their eyes open, to the boundaries of this mortal life.
Lady Byron, as you must perceive, has all her life lived under a
weight of slanders and false imputations laid upon her by her husband.
Her own side of the story has been told only to that small circle of
confidential friends who needed to know it in order to assist her in
meeting the exigencies which it imposed on her. Of course it has
thrown the sympathy mostly on his side, since the world generally has
more sympathy with impulsive incorrectness than with strict justice.
At that time there was a cheap edition of Byron's works in
contemplation, meant to bring them into circulation among the masses,
and the pathos arising from the story of his domestic misfortunes was
one great means relied on for giving it currency.
Under these circumstances some of Lady Byron's friends had proposed
the question to her whether she had not a responsibility to society
for the truth; whether she did right to allow these persons to gain
influence over the popular mind by a silent consent to an utter
falsehood. As her whole life had been passed in the most heroic self-
abnegation and self sacrifice, the question was now proposed to her
whether one more act of self-denial was not required of her, namely,
to declare the truth, no matter at what expense to her own
For this purpose she told me she wished to recount the whole story to
a person in whom she had confidence,--a person of another country, and
out of the whole sphere of personal and local feelings which might be
supposed to influence those in the country and station in life where
the events really happened,--in order that I might judge whether
anything more was required of her in relation to this history.
The interview had almost the solemnity of a deathbed confession, and
Lady Byron told me the history which I have embodied in an article to
appear in the "Atlantic Monthly." I have been induced to prepare it by
the run which the Guiccioli book is having, which is from first to
last an unsparing attack on Lady Byron's memory by Lord Byron's
When you have read my article, I want, not your advice as to
whether the main facts shall be told, for on this point I am so
resolved that I frankly say advice would do me no good. But you might
help me, with your delicacy and insight, to make the manner of
telling more perfect, and I want to do it as wisely and well as
such story can be told.
My post-office address after July 1st will be Westport Point, Bristol
Co., Mass., care of Mrs. I. M. Soule. The proof-sheets will be sent
you by the publisher.
Very truly yours, H. B. STOWE.
In reply to the storm of controversy aroused by the publication of
this article, Mrs. Stowe made a more extended effort to justify the
charges which she had brought against Lord Byron, in a work published
in 1869, "Lady Byron Vindicated." Immediately after the publication of
this work, she mailed a copy to Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes, accompanied
by the following note:--
BOSTON, May 19, 1869.
DEAR DOCTOR,--. . . In writing this book, which I now take the liberty
of sending to you, I have been in . . . a "critical place." It has
been a strange, weird sort of experience, and I have had not a word to
say to anybody, though often thinking of you and wishing I could have
a little of your help and sympathy in getting out what I saw. I think
of you very much, and rejoice to see the hold your works get on
England as well as this country, and I would give more for your
opinion than that of most folks. How often I have pondered your last
letter to me, and sent it to many (friends)! God bless you. Please
accept for yourself and your good wife, this copy.
>From yours truly,
H. B. STOWE.
Mrs. Stowe also published in 1870, through Sampson Low & Son, of
London, a volume for English readers, "The History of the Byron
Controversy." These additional volumes, however, do not seem to have
satisfied the public as a whole, and perhaps the expediency of the
publication of Mrs. Stowe's first article is doubtful, even to her
most ardent admirers. The most that can be hoped for, through the
mention of the subject in this biography, is the vindication of Mrs.
Stowe's purity of motive and nobility of intention in bringing this
painful matter into notice.
While she was being on all hands effectively, and evidently in some
quarters with rare satisfaction, roundly abused for the article, and
her consequent responsibility in bringing this unsavory discussion so
prominently before the public mind, she received the following letter
from Dr. 0. W. Holmes:--
BOSTON, September 25, 1869.
MY DEAR MRS. STOWE,--I have been meaning to write to you for some
time, but in the midst of all the wild and virulent talk about the
article in the "Atlantic," I felt as if there was little to say until
the first fury of the storm had blown over.
I think that we all perceive now that the battle is not to be fought
here, but in England. I have listened to a good deal of talk, always
taking your side in a quiet way, backed very heartily on one occasion
by one of my most intellectual friends, reading all that came in my
way, and watching the course of opinion. And first, it was to be
expected that the Guiccioli fanciers would resent any attack on Lord
Byron, and would highly relish the opportunity of abusing one who,
like yourself, had been identified with all those moral enterprises
which elevate the standard of humanity at large, and of womanhood in
particular. After this scum had worked itself off, there must
necessarily follow a controversy, none the less sharp and bitter, but
not depending essentially on abuse. The first point the recusants got
hold of was the error of the two years which contrived to run the
gauntlet of so many pairs of eyes. Some of them were made happy by
mouthing and shaking this between their teeth, as a poodle tears round
with a glove. This did not last long. No sensible person could believe
for a moment you were mistaken in the essential character of a
statement every word of which would fall on the ear of a listening
friend like a drop of melted lead, and burn its scar deep into the
memory. That Lady Byron believed and told you the story will not be
questioned by any but fools and malignants. Whether her belief was
well founded there may be positive evidence in existence to show
affirmatively. The fact that her statement is not peremptorily
contradicted by those most likely to be acquainted with the facts of
the ease, is the one result so far which is forcing itself into
unwilling recognition. I have seen nothing, in the various hypotheses
brought forward, which did not to me involve a greater improbability
than the presumption of guilt. Take that, for witness, that Byron
accused himself, through a spirit of perverse vanity, of crimes he had
not committed. How preposterous! He would stain the name of a sister,
whom, on the supposition of his innocence, he loved with angelic ardor
as well as purity, by associating it with such an infamous accusation.
Suppose there are some anomalies hard to explain in Lady Byron's
conduct. Could a young and guileless woman, in the hands of such a
man, be expected to act in any given way, or would she not be likely
to waver, to doubt, to hope, to contradict herself, in the anomalous
position in which, without experience, she found herself?
As to the intrinsic evidence contained in the poems, I think it
confirms rather than contradicts the hypothesis of guilt. I do not
think that Butler's argument, and all the other attempts at
invalidation of the story, avail much in the face of the acknowledged
fact that it was told to various competent and honest witnesses, and
remains without a satisfactory answer from those most interested.
I know your firm self-reliance, and your courage to proclaim the truth
when any good end is to be served by it. It is to be expected that
public opinion will be more or less divided as to the expediency of
this revelation. . . .
Hoping that you have recovered from your indisposition,
I am Faithfully yours,
0. W. HOLMES.
While undergoing the most unsparing and pitiless criticism and brutal
insult, Mrs. Stowe received the following sympathetic words from Mrs.
Lewes (George Eliot):--
THE PRIORY, 21 NORTH BANK, December 10, 1869.
MY DEAR FRIEND,--. . . In the midst of your trouble I was often
thinking of you, for I feared that you were undergoing a considerable
trial from the harsh and unfair judgments, partly the fruit of
hostility glad to find an opportunity for venting itself, and partly
of that unthinking cruelty which belongs to hasty anonymous
journalism. For my own part, I should have preferred that the Byron
question should never have been brought before the public, because I
think the discussion of such subjects is injurious socially. But with
regard to yourself, dear friend, I feel sure that, in acting on a
different basis of impressions, you were impelled by pure, generous
feeling. Do not think that I would have written to you of this point
to express a judgment. I am anxious only to convey to you a sense of
my sympathy and confidence, such as a kiss and a pressure of the hand
could give if I were near you.
I trust that I shall hear a good account of Professor Stowe's health,
as well as your own, whenever you have time to write me a word or two.
I shall not be so unreasonable as to expect a long letter, for the
hours of needful rest from writing become more and more precious as
the years go on, but some brief news of you and yours will be
especially welcome just now. Mr. Lewes unites with me in high regards
to your husband and yourself, but in addition to that I have the
sister woman's privilege of saying that I am always
Your affectionate friend,
M. H. LEWES.