ed again to revisit a land so beloved, companions so regretted.
While in London in 1786, she became the wife of Mr. William Rowson, a friend of her father, and a leader of the band attached to the Royal Guards in London.
Of Mr. Rowson, Mr. J. T. Buckingham in his personal memories writes in 1852. There are probably many persons who recollect (for no one who heard can ever forget) the sublime and spirit-stirring tones of the old gentleman's trumpet when he played for the Boston Handel and Hay the department of literature she had chosen.
Charlotte Temple is a literary curiosity; twenty-five thousand copies were sold within a few years after its publication, and editions almost innumerable appeared both in England and America.
Joseph T. Buckingham says of the book, thousands have sighed and wept, sighed and wept, and sighed again.
Her biographer, Mr. Nason, in rather flowery language thus refers to it: It has stolen its way alike into the study of the divine, and into the workshop