But oh! my dear madam! it is really frightful to think how talent is neglected in this country.

Ah! I know what you are going to say, my dear madam, you will tell me that it is not so in yours.

I know it! but alas! the Atlantic! However, I really must tell you how I have been treated: not only did I publish the most biting sat-heres against the Adams faction, but I wrote songs and odes in honour of Jackson; and my daughter, Cordelia, sang a splendid song of my writing, before eight hundred people, entirely and altogether written in his praise; and would you believe it, my dear madam, he has never taken the slightest notice of me, or made me the least remuneration.

But you can't suppose I mean to bear it quietly?
No! I promise him that is not my way.

The novel I have just mentioned to you was began as a sentimental romance (that, perhaps, after all, is my real forte), but after the provocation I received at Washington, I turned it into a sat-herical novel, and I now call it _Yankee Doodle Court_.