[…] Since that time, I have written to her many letters, but never could obtain an answer, which I must own sits somewhat the heavier, as she herself was, though undesignedly, the occasion of all my sufferings […]

Mother Gooseries from the Convention, by Emilie C. Holladay, is a long stanzaic and Pindaric ode, whose taste and technic are alike impeccable.

No question has arisen within the records of history that pressed with the importance of the present.[…]whether man shall inherit his rights, and universal civilisation take place? Whether the fruits of his labours shall be enjoyed by himself or consumed by the profligacy of governments?

Thou ſhalt not[…]curſe the ruler of thy people.