But the greatest of his trials, as well as triumphs, was yet to come.  The last stage of this painful, though glorious, course, in which fresh power was, at every step, wrung from out his soul, was that at which we are now arrived, his marriage and its results,—­without which, dear as was the price paid by him in peace and character, his career would have been incomplete, and the world still left in ignorance of the full compass of his genius.  It is, indeed, worthy of remark, that it was not till his domestic circumstances began to darken around him that his fancy, which had long been idle, again rose upon the wing,—­both The Siege of Corinth and Parisina having been produced but a short time before the separation.  How conscious he was, too, that the turmoil which followed was the true element of his restless spirit, may be collected from several passages of his letters at that period, in one of which he even mentions that his health had become all the better for the conflict:—­“It is odd,” he says, “but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits, and sets me up for the time.”

This buoyancy it was,—­this irrepressible spring of mind,—­that now enabled him to bear up not only against the assaults of others, but, what was still more difficult, against his own thoughts and feelings.  The muster of all his mental resources to which, in self-defence, he had been driven, but opened to him the yet undreamed extent and capacity of his powers, and inspired him with a proud confidence that he should yet shine down these calumnious mists, convert censure to wonder, and compel even those who could not approve to admire.

The route which he now took, through Flanders and by the Rhine, is best traced in his own matchless verses, which leave a portion of their glory on all that they touch, and lend to scenes, already clothed with immortality by nature and by history, the no less durable associations of undying song.  On his leaving Brussels, an incident occurred which would be hardly worth relating, were it not for the proof it affords of the malicious assiduity with which every thing to his disadvantage was now caught up and circulated in England.  Mr. Pryce Gordon, a gentleman, who appears to have seen a good deal of him during his short stay at Brussels, thus relates the anecdote:—­

“Lord Byron travelled in a huge coach, copied from the celebrated one of Napoleon, taken at Genappe, with additions.  Besides a lit de repos, it contained a library, a plate-chest, and every apparatus for dining in it.  It was not, however, found sufficiently capacious for his baggage and suite; and he purchased a caleche at Brussels for his servants.  It broke down going to Waterloo, and I advised him to return it, as it seemed to be a crazy machine; but as he had made a deposit of forty Napoleons (certainly double its value), the honest Fleming would not consent to restore the cash, or take back his packing case, except under a forfeiture of thirty Napoleons.  As his Lordship was to set out the following day, he begged me to make the best arrangement I could in the affair.  He had no sooner taken his departure, than the worthy sellier inserted a paragraph in ‘The Brussels Oracle,’ stating ’that the noble milor Anglais had absconded with his caleche, value 1800 francs!’”