"I HAVE always thought you the cleverest, most agreeable, absurd, amiable, perplexing, dangerous, fascinating little being that lives now or ought to have lived two thousand years ago. I won't talk to you of beauty—I am no judge. But our beauties cease: to be so when near you, and therefore you have either some, or something better." So Byron wrote to Lady Caroline in 1812, when they first met ; and it may well stand as her epitaph. She was undoubtedly fascinating, and undoubtedly dangerous, both to herself and others. Miss Elizabeth Jenkins, her professed and able champion, proves in this memoir both her charm and her danger.
"I HAVE always thought you the cleverest, most agreeable, absurd, amiable, perplexing, dangerous, fascinating little being that lives now or ought to have lived two thousand years ago. I won't talk to you of beauty—I am no judge. But our beauties cease: to be so when near you, and therefore you have either some, or something better." So Byron wrote to Lady Caroline in 1812, when they first met ; and it may well stand as her epitaph. She was undoubtedly fascinating, and undoubtedly dangerous, both to herself and others. Miss Elizabeth Jenkins, her professed and able champion, proves in this memoir both her charm and her danger.