Such was the début of the gifted woman who has written so many charming romances. Late in life she commenced a work on Education; but a cruel malady surprised her in the midst of her labor, and after three months of suffering, which were, however, alleviated by the tenderness of friends, and the consolations of religion, she died on the 25th of August, 1807, aged thirty-four years.
THE GENTLE STEP.
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BY HARRIET J. MEEK.
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Hearts somewhere beat, from which it cannot pass;
Earth has no sunshine left, nor time nor place,
But a new scene slides o’er the magic glass,
And we forget the space.