Byles is an English surname (spelling variations Biles, Boyles, Billes, Bailie, Bill and others) and/or transliteration of the gaelic O'Boyles.
Byles may also refer to:
- Dan Byles (born 1974), British politician, ocean rower and polar explorer
- John Barnard Byles (1801 – 1884), British barrister
- Marie Byles (1900 – 1979), conservationist, solicitor and author
- Mather Byles (1706 – 1788), British North American clergyman
- Janice Byles (born 1944), later Janice Meek, ocean rower and polar explorer
- Junior Byles (born 1948), Jamaican reggae singer
- Thomas Byles (1870 – 1912), British Catholic priest, passenger on the RMS Titanic
Usage examples of "byles".
Being a man of letters, Byles Gridley naturally rather undervalued the literary acquirements of the good people of the rural district where he resided, and, having known much of college and something of city life, was apt to smile at the importance they attached to their little local concerns.
He had been a good scholar in college, not so much by hard study as by skilful veneering, and had taken great pains to stand well with the Faculty, at least one of whom, Byles Gridley, A.
This short episode shows us the family conditions surrounding Byles Gridley, who, as we were saying, had just been called down to tea by Miss Susan Posey.
A great deal might be forgiven, even to a man as old as Byles Gridley, looking upon such a face,--so lovely, yet so marked with the traces of recent suffering, and even now showing by its changes that she was struggling in some fearful dream.
Master Byles Gridley found himself suddenly possessed by a large and luminous idea of the state of things, and made up his mind in a moment as to what he must do.
Gridley repeated the statement is the most precise manner,--some miles down the river--upset and nearly drowned--rescued almost dead--brought to and cared for by kind women in the house where he, Byles Gridley, found her.
But all the while the face of Byles Gridley, firm as a rock in the midst of this lachrymal inundation, was kept steadily on the preacher, who had often felt the look that came through the two round glasses searching into the very marrow of his bones.
Myrtle was sitting in the room long known as the Study, or the Library, when Master Byles Gridley called at The Poplars to see her.
Myrtle Hazard waited until the steps of Master Byles Gridley had ceased to be heard, as he walked in his emphatic way through the long entry of the old mansion.
In some such way the grave warnings of Master Byles Gridley had called up a fully shaped, but hitherto unworded, train of thought in the consciousness of Myrtle Hazard.
It would hardly do to stab Myrtle Hazard, and shoot Byles Gridley, and strangle Mrs.
Susan, who had by this time learned to consider the awful Byles Gridley as her next friend and faithful counsellor.
Nor was she like to recognize him as the youth in whose company she had gone through her mortal peril, for all her recollections were confused and dreamlike from the moment when she awoke and found herself in the foaming rapids just above the fall, until that when her senses returned, and she saw Master Byles Gridley standing over her with that look of tenderness in his square features which had lingered in her recollection, and made her feel towards him as if she were his daughter.
Very interesting, no doubt, Master Byles Gridley would have said, but had no more to do with good, hearty, sound life than the history of those very little people to be seen in museums preserved in jars of alcohol, like brandy peaches.
Such was the state of affairs when Master Byles Gridley was one morning surprised by an early call from Myrtle.