Rank, beauty, wealth, and mental powers of no common order, were hers; yet they were of no avail to secure common happiness.

The spoilt child of seclusion, restraint, and parental idolatry, a fate (alike evil for both) cast her into the arms of the spoilt child of genius, passion, and the world.

What real or fancied wrongs she suffered, we may never know; but those which she inflicted are sufficiently apparent.
'It is said that there are some poisons so subtle that they will destroy life, and yet leave no trace of their action.

The murderer who uses them may escape the vengeance of the law; but he is not the less guilty.

So the slanderer who makes no charge; who deals in hints and insinuations: who knows melancholy facts he would not willingly divulge,--things too painful to state; who forbears, expresses pity, sometimes even affection, for his victim, shrugs his shoulders, looks with "The significant eye, Which learns to lie with silence,--" is far more guilty than he who tells the bold falsehood which may be met and answered, and who braves the punishment which must follow upon detection.
'Lady Byron has been called "The moral Clytemnestra of her lord." The "moral Brinvilliers" would have been a truer designation.
'The conclusion at which we arrive is, that there is no proof whatever that Lord Byron was guilty of any act that need have caused a separation, or prevented a re-union, and that the imputations upon him rest on the vaguest conjecture; that whatever real or fancied wrongs Lady Byron may have endured are shrouded in an impenetrable mist of her own creation,--a poisonous miasma in which she enveloped the character of her husband, raised by her breath, and which her breath only could have dispersed.
"She dies and makes no sign.