As we know that no one lives forever and seven months after Lord B’s most facetious letter – his Mamma-At-Law died on Monday January 28 in 1822.
January 25 is the celebration of Burns Night and having enjoyed a fabulous supper of Haggis – I had to refuse the ‘wee dram’ of fine Scotch whiskey on offer.
However, had I done so, I could have raised a glass in honour of the character in this post – Lady Caroline Lamb who died on this day in 1828 at the age of forty two
AND it’s probably fair to say that even with the passage of time, opinion remains as divided about her in death, as it was in life!
One July evening – Lord Byron attended a ‘Small Waltzing Party’ in London despite his intense dislike for the ‘fashionable Waltz’ on account of his lameness AND for his disdain for anything remotely fashionable…
More than 228 years have now passed since that ‘involuntary Act of coming into the World’ for May 17 is the birthday of Anne Isabella, Lady Noel Byron, the Poet’s ‘Princess of Parallelograms’ and the woman he later said was ‘born for my destruction.’
Born on Ascension Day in 1792 in County Durham, she was the cherished only child of Sir Ralph and the Hon. Judith Milbanke who had lived through a marriage of over 15 years, childlessness and hope in anticipation of the arrival of their ‘’little angel’…
Perhaps the poem ‘Don Leon’ FINALLY offers us a tantalising hint of what happened all those years ago?
Educated, attractive and with a talent for ambition – Elizabeth Milbanke would soon move away from provincial Yorkshire and become one of the most celebrated Society Hostesses on behalf of the Whig Party…
Lady B’s desire to be ‘securely separated’ from her spouse was reaching an increasingly bitter, fraught and heart breaking conclusion.
In January 1816 having left her spouse Annabella returned to the protection of her parents.
On Sunday March 15, Annabella having dined at Melbourne House and with no allusion to either the fashions worn nor to the food enjoyed treated her mother with observations on the character of her cousin by marriage, Lady Caroline Lamb…
By autumn 1815 and as the bailiff beckoned along with the sale of his precious library – he got drunk AND frequently!
Enough of the malice! MY wish is YOUR loss!
In November 1812 and 207 years after Guy Fawkes had been denied his dream of a glorious Catholic emancipation – the disgruntled and disgraced “barrel of gunpowder” Caro Lamb was participating in her own unique celebration at Brocket Hall.
Mystery AND mischief? Such a simple character…