sentences:  Rowe once wrote, "My letters ought to be call'd Epistles from the Dead to the Living," and she carefully put her papers in order before her death, even writing farewell letters to friends in what seems "to have been conceived as part of a posthumous 'good-death' print event staged" by Rowe herself.She died on 20 February 1737 of apoplexy and was interred with her father in his grave at Rook Lane Congregational Church.Something of a prodigy, Rowe began writing at the age of 12, probably without her parents' knowledge.