Desirous to increase still farther her mother’s limited resources, she determined to employ her pen; and published some short religious tales, which, however, brought her little fame, and small pecuniary emolument.  But in 1844, by a skilful and happy letter to the conductor of the New York Mirror, she so attracted the attention of the fastidious and brilliant editor of that magazine, that he engaged her as a constant contributor.  This arrangement, though of great pecuniary advantage, was, in a religious view, a snare to her.  As a writer of light, graceful stories of a purely worldly character, she had in this country, few rivals, and her name, attached to a tale or a poem, became a passport to popular favor.  In a letter to her aged pastor, written a year after her marriage, she laments her extreme worldliness at that period, which she says, even led her to be ashamed of her former desire to be a missionary.  Yet her writings are marked by purity, and generally inculcated nothing unfriendly either to virtue or religion.  But it was the religion of sentiment, and the virtue of the natural heart; of which it must be confessed we find far more in fictitious tales, than in real life.  When we consider the nobleness of the motive that led her to seek a popular path to favor and emolument—­to increase the comforts of her excellent and honored mother—­our censure, were we disposed to indulge any, is disarmed and almost changed to admiration.

During Dr. Judson’s visit to America, in 1845, while riding in a public conveyance with Mr. G., who was escorting him to his home in Philadelphia, a story written by “Fanny Forrester,” fell into the hands of Dr. J. He read it with satisfaction, remarking that he should like to know its author.  “You will soon have that pleasure,” said Mr. G., “for she is now visiting at my house.”  An acquaintance then commenced between them, which, notwithstanding the disparity in their years, soon ripened into a warm attachment, and after a severe struggle, she broke, as she says, the innumerable ties that bound her to the fascinating worldly life she had adopted, and consented to become, what in her early religious zeal she had so longed to be—­a missionary.

And now the spell of worldliness was indeed broken.  With mingled shame and penitence she reviewed her spiritual declensions, and with an humbled, self-distrusting spirit renewed her neglected covenant with the God and guide of her youth.  In Dr. Judson, to whom she was married on the 2d of June, 1846, she found a wise and faithful friend and counsellor, as well as a devoted husband.  In his tried and experienced piety, she gained the support and encouragement she needed in her Christian life.  Conscious that she had given to the world’s service too many of her noble gifts, she commenced a work of an exclusively religious character and tendency, the biography of her predecessor, the second Mrs. Judson.  In one year it was completed, and in speaking of it in a letter from India, whither she had accompanied Dr. J. immediately after their marriage, she playfully remarked that her husband was pleased with it, and she cared little whether any one else liked it or not.