On January 4 1815, Lady Byron writes to her aunt, and her husband’s confidante, Lady Melbourne.
MY DEAR AUNT,—You will allow me the use of my eyes by this time without a lecture, to tell you that I and the child are perfectly well. We took a drive in the Park to-day. My confinement has been rendered so comfortable by Mrs. Leigh’s kindness and attention, which I never call forget, that I feel no inclination to break loose. You will be glad to hear that my Niece is now almost well, and also that I have had a better account of my Mother since she left Town. She regretted much not being able to make you a Visit.
Not having seen any company, I have scarcely heard any news, and cannot give you information except of a domestic nature. Of this kind I may (or perhaps may not, for I have not asked leave) mention two new poems, which the Newspapers have metamorphosed into one Epic—likewise giving me the credit of “tasteful criticism,” which I have hitherto exercised only in the more literal way over roast and boiled. The subjects are founded on historical facts—The Siege of Corinth, and Parisina. There is more description in the former and more passion in the latter; which will be preferred on the whole I know not—they are now in Murray’s hands. I hope Lord Melbourne has quite recovered from his rheumatism, for that grievance in addition to his absence from Town would be too much for human endurance. I shall not be sorry if he grows impatient and hastens your return. Believe me, dear Aunt, Yours most affcly, A. I. N. B.