Elizabeth Ryves

This Lady's poetry is easy and not inelegant; she seems to be fond too of an easy posture, if we may judge from the following lines:

Where a cool spring, o'er-arch'd with trees,
Gives freshness to the languid breeze,
"I'll on the velvet moss recline!"

We must do her the justice to say that her poetry is, in general, above the common run.