ABSTRACT
Once more left with no resource but that which would arise from her own talents, Mrs. Morley resolved on making another effort. The wide world was still before her: she had for many months read the book of human nature, and was now tolerably acquainted with the various characters it presented. At first she thought of dipping her pen in the Heliconian fountain;14 but after sending several poetical pieces to the magazines and newspapers, she found that her thoughts were too refined, her subjects too delicate for the vitiated taste of the present day. – She could not pen the coarse double entendre of a modern epigram;15 nor could she court the patronage of dullness, by offering flattering incense at the shrine of vanity. This mode of obtaining an independence was therefore relinquished.
