In 1819 he was away again and never returned.

No one so little liked the idea of being rooted as he; at a blow the home was broken.
The best account of Byron at this time is that which his friend Hoppner, the British Consul, a son of the painter, wrote to Murray.

Hoppner not only saw Byron regularly at night, but used to ride with him on the Lido.

"The spot," he says, "where we usually mounted our horses had been a Jewish cemetery; but the French, during their occupation of Venice, had thrown down the enclosure, and levelled all the tombstones with the ground, in order that they might not interfere with the fortifications upon the Lido, under the guns of which it was situated.

To this place, as it was known to be that where he alighted from his gondola and met his horses, the curious amongst our country-people, who were anxious to obtain a glimpse of him, used to resort; and it was amusing in the extreme to witness the excessive coolness with which ladies, as well as gentlemen, would advance within a very few paces of him, eyeing him, some with their glasses, as they would have done a statue in a museum, or the wild beasts at Exeter 'Change.