I shall advertise for her throughout the whole Western country in the terms in which they inquire for Almeyda in Dryden's _Don Sebastian_: "Have you seen aught of a woman who lacks two of the four elements, who has nothing in her nature but air and fire ?" And here is one of the poetical tributes: If to the old Hellenes Thee of yore the gods had given Another Muse, another Grace Had crowned the Olympian heaven.
Whittier at that time spoke most cordially of her "earnest individuality, her warm, honest, happy, hopeful, human heart; her strong loves and deep hates." E.P.Whipple, the Boston critic and essayist, when reviewing her poems, spoke of their "exceeding readableness"; and George Ripley, then of the New York _Tribune_, said: One charm of her writings is the frankness with which she takes the reader into her personal confidence.

She is never formal, never a martyr to artificial restraint, never wrapped in a mantle of reserve; but, with an almost childlike simplicity, presents a transparent revelation of her inmost thoughts and feelings, with perfect freedom from affectation.
She might have distinguished herself on the stage in either tragedy or comedy, but was dissuaded from that career by family friends.

I remember seeing her at several receptions, reciting the rough Pike County dialect verse of Bret Harte and John Hay in costume.

Standing behind a draped table, with a big slouch hat on, and a red flannel shirt, loose at the neck, her disguise was most effective, while her deep tones held us all.

Her memory was phenomenal, and she could repeat today stories of good things learned years ago.
Her recitation was wonderful; so natural, so full of soul and power.