His name has been coupled with the names of three, four, or more women of some rank: but what kind of women?
Every one of them, in the first place, about as old as himself in years, and therefore a great deal older in character; every one of them utterly battered in reputation long before he came into contact with them,--licentious, unprincipled, characterless women.

What father has ever reproached him with the ruin of his daughter?
What husband has denounced him as the destroyer of his peace?
'Let us not be mistaken.

We are not defending the offences of which Lord Byron unquestionably was guilty; neither are we finding fault with those, who, after looking honestly within and around themselves, condemn those offences, no matter how severely: but we are speaking of society in general as it now exists; and we say that there is vile hypocrisy in the tone in which Lord Byron is talked of there.

We say, that, although all offences against purity of life are miserable things, and condemnable things, the degrees of guilt attached to different offences of this class are as widely different as are the degrees of guilt between an assault and a murder; and we confess our belief, that no man of Byron's station or age could have run much risk in gaining a very bad name in society, had a course of life similar (in so far as we know any thing of that) to Lord Byron's been the only thing chargeable against him.
'The last poem he wrote was produced upon his birthday, not many weeks before he died.

We consider it as one of the finest and most touching effusions of his noble genius.