Levinz, his uncle, Mr. Hewett took Mr.
Willoughby on his coach to fetch Mr. Levinz from
Kensington-gore, where his residence was; but
Mr. Levinz was dining with the Duke of Leeds.
Mr. Chaworth was at first unwilling to be
moved until he had seen Mr. Levinz, thinking
that the jolting would increase the internal
bleeding, and accelerate his death.
Subsequently, however, feeling stronger, he was
removed to his own house in Berkeley-row, at
about ten o'clock that night.

Before being removed he said he forgave
Lord Byron, and hoped the world would forgive
him too; and he said earnestly, two or three times,
that, pained and distressed as he then was, he
would rather be in his present situation than
live under the misfortune of having killed
another person. He declared there had been
nothing between him and Lord Byron that
might not have been easily made up. He then
asked, with generous anxiety, about the mortal
wound which he believed he had inflicted on his
adversary.

Mr. Robert Adair, a surgeon, and Dr.
Addington, Mr. Chaworth's own physician, also
attended the dying man, but failed to afford
him any relief. When Mr. Levinz came into
the bed-chamber, Mr. Chaworth pressed his hand
and desired him to send for a lawyer as soon
as possible, as he wanted to make a new will,
and believed he should be dead before morning.
Upon this, Mr. Levinz, almost broken-hearted,
going out into the ante-room, told Mr. Cæsar
Hawkins, Mr. Adair, Mr. Hewett, and Mr.
Willoughby, that he was totally deprived of
recollection, and could not remember any lawyer
near. Mr. Hawkins mentioned Mr. Partington,
a man of character, and he was sent for. While
Mr. Partington was preparing the will in the
ante-room, the other gentlemen having gone
down-stairs, Mr. Levinz again went to the
bedside to hear how the unfortunate affair had
happened. After the will was executed and the
friends had returned to the bedroom, Mr.
Levinz, in great distress, said to the dying man:

"Dear Bill, for God's sake how was this?
Was it fair?" Mr. Chaworth's head was at the
moment turned from Mr. Levinz; but on that
question he turned, said something indistinctly,
and seemed to shrink his head in the pillow. He
afterwards repeated the story, and exclaimed
twice:

"Good God, that I could be such a fool as to
fight in the dark!"

Meaning that he regretted having sacrificed
his superiority as a swordsman. In a light and
open room he would probably have disarmed his
antagonist at once. He said he did not believe
Lord Byron intended fighting when they entered
the room together, till he thought he had him
at an advantage. "He died as a man of
honour; but he thought Lord Byron had done
himself no good by it." Several times in the
night, on being pressed to relate how the affair
began above stairs, Mr. Chaworth always
answered:

"It is a long story, and it is troublesome to
me to talk. They will tell you—Mr. Douston
will tell you."

For about an hour after the will was signed
and sealed, and the statement was taken down by
Mr. Partington, Mr. Chaworth appeared
amazingly composed; but about four he fell into "vast
tortures." He was never again free from pain,
but warm fomentations relieved him somewhat.
After giving directions for his funeral, he died
about nine in the morning.

On Mr. Caesar Hawkins examining the body,
he found that Lord Byron's sword had entered
one inch to the left of the navel and passed
obliquely, coming out six inches higher in
the back. It had passed through the lower
part of the diaphragm, and blood had lodged
in the cavity of the left lung.

Some time after this unhappy affair—the
coroner having found him guilty of murder—
Lord Byron surrendered himself to be tried by
his peers, and was sent to the Tower. On the
16th of April, about half an hour after nine in the
morning, his lordship, escorted by portions of
the Horse and Foot Guards, and attended by
the lieutenant-governor, constable of the Tower,
and another gentleman, was brought in a coach
by the New-road, Southwark, to a court erected
in Westminster Hall. The peers stood
uncovered while the king's commission was read
appointing the Earl of Northington the
temporary lord high steward. The Garter and the
gentleman usher of the black rod, with three
reverences, presented the white staff to the Earl
of Northington, who then took his seat, with
bows to the throne, in an arm-chair placed on
the uppermost step but one of the throne. The
serjeant-at-arms then made the usual proclamation
in old Norman French: "Oyez! oyez! oyez!"

William Lord Byron was brought to the bar
by the deputy-governor of the Tower, The
gentleman jailer carried the axe before him,
and stood during the trial on the prisoner's left
hand with the axe's edge turned from him. The
prisoner made three reverences when he came
to the bar, and knelt. On leave being given
him to rise, he rose and bowed, first to the lord
high steward, and then to the lords; these
compliments were graciously returned.

When the clerk of the crown cried, "How
say you, William Lord Byron, are you guilty
of the felony and murder whereof you stand
indicted, or not guilty?"

Lord Byron replied, "Not guilty, my lords."

The clerk said, "Cul-prit," which means,
"Qu'il paraît" (May it appear so).

The trial being resumed, the solicitor-general,
in his speech, held that it was murder
if after a quarrel the aggressor has had time to
cool and deliberate, and acts from malice and
premeditation. In that case, whatever motive
actuated him, whether some secret grudge or an
imaginary necessity of vindicating his honour, of
satisfying the world of his courage, or any other
latent cause, he is no object for the benignity
of the law. After this, Lord Byron, who
declined examining any witnesses on his own
behalf, told their lordships that what he had to