Discusses Mrs. Kidder's sister, who writes as Mary Campbell. Transcription: of the Browns, and George [Brown] in special. How their acquaintance commenced, that she [Rebecca Kidder] being forewoman or something that way in the same store whereat he held employ. That she sent himdivers letters purporting to be from a lady employee, deeply stricken with him, by which he was humbugged, even to begging her to name this incognito Sappho, (she assuming to be in her confidence.) How the letters, (some of which she read over to us) were laid before the girls, ere his obtaining them, ? how he would f
Discusses Mrs. Kidder's sister, who writes as Mary Campbell. Transcription: of the Browns, and George [Brown] in special. How their acquaintance commenced, that she [Rebecca Kidder] being forewoman or something that way in the same store whereat he held employ. That she sent himdivers letters purporting to be from a lady employee, deeply stricken with him, by which he was humbugged, even to begging her to name this incognito Sappho, (she assuming to be in her confidence.) How the letters, (some of which she read over to us) were laid before the girls, ere his obtaining them, ? how he would feverishly pry and attempt to discover their imagined author. Then how Mrs [Margaret Elizabeth] Bartholemew, (Mrs George Brown that now is,) imagining a penchant existing ?tween her sister Mrs Kidder and George Brown, (perchance there was one, albeit she denies it,) ?ǣset her cap at him ?, ? to end in matrimony. Then spake Mrs K of her sister, of how her poetizings as ?ǣMary Campbell ? had induced [words crossed out] ?ǣNed Buntline ? to seek her out as a contributor to his ?ǣOwn. ? Of the interview, how Mrs K had, unknowing thee man, Judson, uttered much in disraise of his novels and paper, how her sister had graciously received him. ?ǣIndeed ? quoth Mrs K, ?ǣthat is her weak point, ? common fellows, under pretence of admiration for her intellect, liking her society as a pretty woman, would be around her, visit her, write admiring letters six pages long, which she would be willing to read and import to her sister. / Now the literary productions of this lady are all bosh, ?ǣ ?heart ? and ?ǣimpart ? stuff, and indifferent for that school. halting rhyme, and not one spark of fire and true poesy, as I know, for I ?ve turned over her volume. I saw her portrait once ? George Brown had it at [177] Canal Street, woman with ?ǣI ?ll have my own way! ?worship me! ? written by Nature ?s hand on her physiognomy, plain and unmistakeable. I ?ve heard Charley [Brown] say she ?s swo
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