Missolonghi
Ballard [a fellow art-student with Butler at Heatherley’s] told me that an old governess, some twenty years since, was teaching some girls modern geography. One of them did not know the name Missolonghi. The old lady wrung her hands:
“Why, me dear,” she exclaimed, “when I was your age I could never hear the name mentioned without bursting into tears.”
I should perhaps add that Byron died there.