she was well educated, though not highly accomplished, and she certainly enjoyed that important element of mental training, associating at home with persons of cultivated intellect.  It cannot be doubted that her early years were bright and happy, living, as she did, with indulgent parents, in a cheerful home, not without agreeable variety of society.  To these sources of enjoyment must be added the first stirrings of talent within her, and the absorbing interest of original composition.  It is impossible to say at how early an age she began to write.  There are copy books extant containing tales some of which must have been composed while she was a young girl, as they had amounted to a considerable number by the time she was sixteen.  Her earliest stories are of a slight and flimsy texture, and are generally intended to be nonsensical, but the nonsense has much spirit in it.  They are usually preceded by a dedication of mock solemnity to some one of her family.  It would seem that the grandiloquent dedications prevalent in those days had not escaped her youthful penetration.  Perhaps the most characteristic feature in these early productions is that, however puerile the matter, they are always composed in pure simple English, quite free from the over-ornamented style which might be expected from so young a writer.  One of her juvenile effusions is given, as a specimen of the kind of transitory amusement which Jane was continually supplying to the family party.

THE MYSTERY.  AN UNFINISHED COMEDY.

DEDICATION.

TO THE REV.  GEORGE AUSTEN.

SIR,—­I humbly solicit your patronage to the following Comedy, which, though an unfinished one, is, I flatter myself, as complete a Mystery as any of its kind.

I am, Sir, your most humble Servant,
THE AUTHOR.

THE MYSTERY, A COMEDY.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

Men. Women. 
Col.  ELLIOTT.  FANNY ELLIOTT. 
OLD HUMBUG.  Mrs. HUMBUG
YOUNG HUMBUG. and
Sir Edward Spangle Daphne.
    and
Corydon.

ACT I.

SCENE I.—­A Garden.

Enter CORYDON.

Corydon.  But hush:  I am interrupted. [Exit CORYDON.

Enter OLD HUMBUG and his SON, talking.

Old Hum.  It is for that reason that I wish you to follow my advice.  Are you convinced of its propriety?

Young Hum.  I am, sir, and will certainly act in the manner you have pointed out to me.

Old Hum.  Then let us return to the house. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.—­A parlour in HUMBUG’S house.  MRS. HUMBUG and FANNY discovered at work.

Mrs. Hum.  You understand me, my love?