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...

My Lady Brigante!

The Lady Brigante loves nothing more than shocking unsuspecting folk with the tale that she was abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church...

A Preamble to Matrimony…

Described by the late, great Byron Scholar, Peter Cochran as a 'masterpiece of circumlocution' - Byron's second proposal of marriage in September 1814 would lay the foundation stone for his eventual exile from our shores in 1816...

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...