This procured our poetess an inveterate enemy; and the greatest blow that was ever struck at her reputation, was by that woman, who had been before her friend.  She was not content to inform persons who began to know and esteem Mrs. Manley, that her marriage was a cheat; but even endeavoured to make the duchess jealous of her new favourite’s charms, in respect of Mr. Goodman the player, who at that time had the honour of approaching her grace’s person, with the freedom of a gallant.

As the duchess of Cleveland was a woman of a very fickle temper, in six months time she began to be tired of Mrs. Manley.  She was quarrelsome, loquacious, fierce, excessively fond, or downright rude; when she was disgusted with any person, she never failed to reproach them, with all the bitterness of wit she was mistress of, with such malice, and ill-nature, that she was hated, not only by all the world, but by her own children and servants:  The extremes of prodigality, and covetousness, of love, and hatred, of dotage, and fondness, met in her.  A woman of this temper will be at no loss for the means of effecting any one’s ruin, and having now conceived an aversion to our poetess, she was resolved to drive her from her house, with as much reproach as possible; and accordingly gave out, that she had detected Mrs. Manley in an intrigue with her own son, and as she did not care to give encouragement to such amours, she thought proper to discharge her.  Whether or not there was any truth in this charge, it is impossible for us to determine:  But if Mrs. Manley’s own word may be taken, in such a case, she was perfectly innocent thereof.

When our authoress was dismissed by the duchess, she was sollicited by lieutenant-general Tidcomb, to pass some time with him at his country seat; but she excused herself by telling him, she must be in love with a man, before she could think of residing with him, which she could not, without a violation of truth, profess for him.  She told him her love of solitude was improved, by her disgust of the world, and since it was impossible for her to be public with reputation, she was resolved to remain in it concealed.

It was in this solitude she composed her first tragedy, which was much more famous for the language, fire, and tenderness, than the conduct.  Mrs. Barry distinguished herself in it, and the author was often heard to express great surprize, that a man of Mr. Betterton’s grave sense, and judgment, should think well enough of the productions of a young woman, to bring it upon the stage, since she herself in a more mature age could hardly bear to read it.  But as the play succeeded, she received such unbounded incense from admirers, that her apartment was crowded with men of wit, and gaiety.  There is a copy of verses prefixed to her play, said to be written by a very great hand which deserve notice.