ABSTRACT
Of Mary Wollstonecraft's posthumous works, the first in rotation, is, “the Wrongs of Woman;” containing nearly two volumes: upon this, as it is left in so mutilated a stater, criticism has little to advance. The injuries inflicted on “the fairest and dearest part of creation,” are very lively and energetically displayed. The letters to Mr. Imlay, which comprise one volume and half, are written with strong point and feeling: here we see nature undisguised, and delineated in the most vivid colours. A man, composed of ignoble passions, find abandoned to the golden dreams of commerce, has nevertheless sufficient address to maintain a strong personal intimacy with a woman, ten times his superior in intellect and worth. Nothing could have afforded a stronger opportunity for liveliness of imagery: and the letters are only inferior to those of Werter, inasmuch as they are sometimes written on more trifling occurrences.
