The position in which Lady Byron had placed him, and where she continued to keep him by her harshness, silence, and strange refusals, was one of those which cause such suffering, that the highest degree of self-control seldom suffices to quiet the promptings of human weakness, and to cause persons of even slight sensibility to preserve moderation.

Yet, with his sensibility and the knowledge of his worth, how did he act?
what did he say?
I will not speak of his "farewell;" of the care he took to shield her from blame by throwing it on others, by taking much too large a share to himself.' With like vivacity and earnestness does the narrator now proceed to make an incarnate angel of her subject by the simple process of denying everything that he himself ever confessed,--everything that has ever been confessed in regard to him by his best friends.

He has been in the world as an angel unawares from his cradle.

His guardian did not properly appreciate him, and is consequently mentioned as that wicked Lord Carlisle.

Thomas Moore is never to be sufficiently condemned for the facts told in his biography.