In short, she was a walking calculation,

Miss Edgeworth's novels stepping from their covers,[28]Or Mrs. Trimmer's books on education,[29]Or "Coelebs' Wife"[30] set out in quest of lovers,

Morality's prim personification,

In which not Envy's self a flaw discovers;

To others' share let "female errors fall,"[31]For she had not even one—the worst of all.