“The sweetest singer in our village choir, for several years, was Nancy Gale.  I will not say the sweetest maiden.  There were so many good and pretty ones there, it would have been difficult to give a preference.  There was but one beauty among us,–Emily Ware.  She was the most beautiful in her native village, and not the less distinguished when transferred to the great city, whee fair ones congregate, and where fashion lends its all potent aid to render ugliness passable, homeliness interesting, and loveliness still lovelier.  But she died very early.  In the pride of her beauty, and the gladness of her young heart, she went down suddenly to her lonely grave, and broken hearts lament for her still.”

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The New England Magazine, Vol. 3, 1832, page 231