er apartments in St. James's Palace,
in the sixty-eighth year of her age. She was the half-sister of the
author of _Childe Harold_. Her mother was Amelia Darcy, Baroness
Conyers, the divorced Duchess of Leeds, whose future happiness was
thought to be foretold in some homely rhymes which Dr. Johnson loved to
repeat:

"When the Duke of Leeds shall married be
To a fine young lady of high quality,
How happy will that gentlewoman be
In his Grace of Leeds' good company.
She shall have all that's fine and fair,
And the best of silk and satin shall wear;
And ride in a coach to take the air,
And have a horse in St. James's-square."

The poet was not, in this instance, a prophet; for the young lady proved
any thing but happy in his Grace of Leeds's good company. She was
divorced in 1779, and married immediately to Captain John Byron, by whom
she had one child, the subject of the present notice. She survived the
birth a year, dying 26th January, 1784. Her son by her former marriage
became the sixth Duke of Leeds. On the 17th August, 1807, the Hon.
Augusta Byron was married at St. George's, Hanover-square, to her
cousin, Lieut.-Colonel George Leigh, of the 10th, or Prince of Wales's
Light Dragoons, son of General Charles Leigh, by Frances, daughter of
Admiral Lord Byron and aunt of Augusta. By this marriage Augusta had
several children, some of whom survive her. She had been a widow for
some time. Lord Byron is known to have entertained for his sister a
higher and sincerer affection than for any other person. His best
friends in his worst moments fell under the vindictive stroke of his
pen, or the bitter denunciation of his tongue. His sister escaped at all
times. "No one," he writes, "except Augusta, cares for me. Augusta wants
me to make it up to Carlisle: I have refused every body else, but can't
deny her any thing." One of the first presentation copies of _Childe
Harold_ was sent to his sister with this inscription:--"To Augusta, my
dearest sister, and my best friend, who has ever loved me much better
than I deserved, this volume is presented by her father's son, and her
most affectionate brother." This attachment he has himself chosen to
account for, but wholly without reason. "My sister is in town," he
writes, "which is a great comfort; for, never having been much together,
we are naturally more attached to each other." One of the last evenings
of Byron's English life was spent with his sis