Blest Her! The Angel Suffers No More…

"Oh! my God! how has my poor Child been sacrificed! not only to a wicked, but unmanly Creature!" The agitated author of this letter was the Hon. Judith Noel in the dying days of January 1816 as the marriage separation between her beloved only daughter and Lord Byron became increasingly acrimonious and as the latter prepared for a life in exile far away from the marital home of 13 Piccadilly Terrace in London. However, Judith was QUITE mistaken in her distraught prediction about her 'poor child's' imminent demise...

I Am YOUR Child!

Accused of being "Unreasonable - most excited - most irritated - changing however from storm to sunshine at every moment" - Elizabeth Medora Leigh would finally succeed in alienating herself from all who could offer her protection...

I Once More Remind You…

The author of this missive is one Elizabeth Medora Leigh writing about the kindness of her aunt Lady Byron who had just informed her that her father was none other than the celebrated poet AND uncle, Lord Byron. Born on this day April 15 in 1814, Elizabeth Medora was the fourth child of the Hon. Augusta Mary Byron and Colonel George Leigh and arguably THE most notorious...

Behold the Blessings of Lady Noel – Damn!

As we know that no one lives forever - the Lady Noel was no exception for a mere seven months after Lord B's most facetious letter - his Mamma-At-Law died on Monday January 28 in 1822.

Byron was not to receive the news of Judith Noel's death until early March from Augusta and true to his detestation of 'cant', his response was brutally frank...

Taking My Leave of Number 13?

On a cold January day Lady Byron walked out of the front door of 13 Piccadilly Terrace for the last time...