Seek out—less often sought than found—
A soldier’s grave—for thee the best
Then look around, and choose thy ground,
And take thy rest.
CHAPTER XLVIII
The funeral Preparations and final Obsequies
The death of Lord Byron was felt by all Greece as a national misfortune. From the moment it was known that fears were entertained for his life, the progress of the disease was watched with the deepest anxiety and sorrow. On Easter Sunday, the day on which he expired, thousands of the inhabitants of Missolonghi had assembled on the spacious plain on the outside of the city, according to an ancient custom, to exchange the salutations of the morning; but on this occasion it was remarked, that instead of the wonted congratulations, “Christ is risen,” they inquired first, “How is Lord Byron?”
On the event being made known, the Provisional Government assembled, and a proclamation, of which the following is a translation, was issued
“Provisional Government of Western Greece.
“The day of festivity and rejoicing is turned into one of sorrow and morning.
“The Lord Noel Byron departed this life at eleven [{354}] o’clock last night, after an illness of ten days. His death was caused by an inflammatory fever. Such was the effect of his Lordship’s illness on the public mind, that all classes had forgotten their usual recreations of Easter, even before the afflicting event was apprehended.
“The loss of this illustrious individual is undoubtedly to be deplored by all Greece; but it must be more especially a subject of lamentation at Missolonghi, where his generosity has been so conspicuously displayed, and of which he had become a citizen, with the ulterior determination of participating in all the dangers of the war.
“Everybody is acquainted with the beneficent acts of his Lordship, and none can cease to hail his name as that of a real benefactor.