ABSTRACT
The unlucky termination of Mrs. Morley’s dramatic campaign, and the illiberal treatment which she had experienced from vulgar minds, did not more severely afflict her than the disgrace which had attended her sister’s misconduct. Her heart was susceptible, her sentiments were liberal, and her feelings infinitely too acute for the repose of her existence. She was one of those ill-starred mortals, whose bosoms participated in the pains and pleasures of beings, who had the inhumanity to behold her sorrows with the most frigid apathy. She could not see a kindred breast throbbing with anguish, or shrinking from persecution, without heaving a responsive sigh, or bestowing a tear to meliorate its sufferings.
