er excitement
and high action; the inability to calm the breast and repose in fixity;
the wild beatings and widowed longings after sympathy? * * * It is the
severe lot of genius that its blessedness should be its bane; _that that
wherein its heavenly franchise gives it to excel mankind is the point
wherein it should be cursed above its brethren_!"

More I might quote; but these few extracts are sufficient for my
purpose; and I hasten to conclude this chapter with what may to the
general reader appear more relevant.

* * * * *

Not many years ago the Bell Tavern, as it was ever named, was razed to
its foundation, and a new building erected on the spot where it stood.
At this time a pleasant _jeu d'esprit_ from the humorous and ready
pen--which has failed not to make its mark in the world--of Fitch Poole,
Esq., of Danvers, was published, which gained a wide credence in its
authenticity. This curious witticism affected to have discovered in the
wall of the room which "Eliza Wharton" occupied an original letter from
her to Mr. Edwards, dated May, 1778, besides various articles of her
wearing apparel, such as slippers, &c., and also her guitar, all of
which had been concealed in the ceiling since the sad close of her
history. Numbers flocked to see them; but, as it was a mere pleasantry,
the hoax was well received, and ended in the neighborhood of Danvers
with the privileged "April fool's day" of its date, although it may even
yet have believers in distant places.

Thus, kind reader, have I accomplished the task assigned me with
fidelity to truth and to humanity, and here lay the offering on the
altar of universal love without excuse.

JANE E. LOCKE.

BOSTON, 1854.

NOTE.--For important facts which have greatly aided me in preparing this
prefatory chapter I am much indebted, as I would here gratefully
acknowledge, to Ezekiel White, Esq., of Easthampton, and Mrs. H.V.
Cheney, of Montreal.

J.E.L.

[Footnote A: John Whitman, whose father was brother to the grandfather
of "Eliza Wharton," married a daughter of Rev. Mr. Foster, of Stafford,
Connecticut, who afterwards settled in Stow, Massachusetts, and who was
father of Rev. John Foster, of Brighton, Massachusetts, the husband of
the author of this book.]

THE COQUETTE;
OR,
THE HISTORY OF ELIZA WHARTON.

LETTER I.

TO MISS LUCY FREEMAN.

NEW HAVEN

An unusual sensation possesses my breast--a sensation which I