much heart into it that she bravely undertook to open, in the Dial, the subjects which most attracted her; and she treated, in turn, Goethe, and Beethoven, the Rhine and the Romaic Ballads, the Poems of John Sterling, and several pieces of sentiment, with a spirit which spared no labor; and, when the hard conditions of journalism held her to an inevitable day, she submitted to jeopardizing a long-cherished subject, by treating it in the crude and forced article for the month. I remember, after she had been compelled by ill health to relinquish the journal into my hands, my grateful wonder at the facility with which she assumed the preparation of laborious articles, that might have daunted the most practised scribe.
But in book or journal she found a very imperfect expression of herself, and it was the more vexatious, because she was accustomed to the clearest and fullest. When, therefore, she had to choose an employment that should pay money, she consulted her own genius, as well as the wishes of a multitude of friends, in opening a class for conversation. In the autumn of 1839, she addressed the following letter, intended for circulation, to Mrs. George Ripley, in which her general design was stated: —
‘My, dear friend: — The advantages of a weekly
meeting, for conversation, might be great enough to
repay the trouble of attendance, if they consisted only
in supplying a point of union to well-educated and
thinking women, in a city which, with great pretensions
to mental refinement, boasts, at present, nothing
of the kind, and where I have heard many, of mature
age, wish for some such means of stimulus and cheer,
and those younger, for a place where they could state
their doubts and difficulties, with a hope of gaining
