Nor was this all, for when Pasta returned
to Paris, she sent for the girl (once at least) to test her
progress. But Mrs. Jenkin's talents were not so remarkable as her
fortitude and strength of will; and it was in an art for which she
had no natural taste (the art of literature) that she appeared
before the public. Her novels, though they attained and merited a
certain popularity both in France and England, are a measure only
of her courage. They were a task, not a beloved task; they were
written for money in days of poverty, and they served their end.
In the least thing as well as in the greatest, in every province of
life as well as in her novels, she displayed the same capacity of
taking infinite pains, which descended to her son. When she was
about forty (as near as her age was known) she lost her voice; set
herself at once to learn the piano, working eight hours a day; and
attained to such proficiency that her collaboration in chamber
music was courted by professionals.
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