A poem wishing Jane Austen a Happy Birthday! The Parlor's Cartographer No sword drawn, no great siege upon the wall, But in the drawing-room, she saw it all. The minor siege of status, slight, and stare, The subtle, perfect cruelty found there. She was the chronicler of Highbury's lanes, The silent registrar of social pains. She measured passion with a steady hand, The most accurate chronicler in all the land. In Pemberley, the pride was overthrown, In Mansfield Park, discret