Of these some pass’d in small attempts at trade;
Houses she kept for widowers lately made;
For now she said, “They’ll miss th’ endearing friend,
And I’ll be there the soften’d heart to bend:”
And true a part was done as Clelia plann’d -
The heart was soften’d, but she miss’d the hand;
She wrote a novel, and Sir Denys said
The dedication was the best he read;
But Edgeworths, Smiths, and Radcliffes so engross’d
The public ear, that all her pains were lost.