By the way my dear madam, I think if I could make up my mind to cross that terrible Atlantic, I should be pretty well received, after writing Yankee Doodle Court!" I took the opportunity of a slight pause to ask her to what party she now belonged, since she had forsworn both Adams and Jackson.
"Oh Clay! Clay for ever! he is a real true-hearted republican; the others are neither more nor less than tyrants." When next I entered the sitting-room she again addressed me, to deplore the degenerate taste of the age.
"Would you believe it?
I have at this moment a comedy ready for representation; I call it 'The Mad Philosopher.' It is really admirable, and its success certain, if I could get it played.
I assure you the neglect I meet with amounts perfectly to persecution.

But I have found out how to pay them, and to make my own fortune.

Sat-here, (as she constantly pronounced satire) sat-here is the only weapon that can revenge neglect, and I flatter myself I know how to use it.

Do me the favour to look at this," She then presented me with a tiny pamphlet, whose price, she informed me, was twenty-five cents, which I readily paid to become the possessor of this _chef d'oeuvre_.

The composition was pretty nearly such as I anticipated, excepting that the English language was done to death by her pen still more than by her tongue.