She seems to have remembered, that if his sins were peculiar, so also were his temptations; and to have schooled herself for years to gather up, and set in order in her memory, all that yet remained precious in this great ruin.

Probably no English writer that ever has made the attempt could have done this more perfectly.

Though Lady Byron was not a poet par excellence, yet she belonged to an order of souls fully equal to Lord Byron.

Hers was more the analytical mind of the philosopher than the creative mind of the poet; and it was, for that reason, the one mind in our day capable of estimating him fully both with justice and mercy.

No person in England had a more intense sensibility to genius, in its loftier acceptation, than Lady Byron; and none more completely sympathised with what was pure and exalted in her husband's writings.
There is this peculiarity in Lord Byron, that the pure and the impure in his poetry often run side by side without mixing,--as one may see at Geneva the muddy stream of the Arve and the blue waters of the Rhone flowing together unmingled.