Miss Barker is at last settled in town for the winter with Charlotte Smith, whom I like very much; though it gave me an uncomfortable surprise to see her look so old and broken down. I like her manners. By having a large family, she is more humanised, more akin to common feelings, than most literary women. Though she has done more and done better than other women writers, it has not been her whole employment — she is not looking out for admiration and talking to show off. I see in her none of the nasty little envies and jealousies common enough among the cattle. What she likes, she likes with judgment and feeling, and praises warmly.