“Oh ye! who all life's energies combine
The fadeless laurel round your brows to twine,
Pause but one moment in your brief career,
Nor seek for glory in a mortal sphere.”

From her poem Fame in Enthusiasm and Other Poems Smith, Elder and Co London 1831

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Canadian writer 1803–1885

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