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To every one whom it may concern, or into whose hands, this book may fall, the Authoress addresses herself, with a humble hope that this, her second attempt in the region of fiction, may not be altogether unworthy of a casual attention. She flatters herself that it contains nothing immoral or irreligious, and no sentiment which she ought to blush for having avowed to the world. Many of her quotations are, she doubts not, incorrect, and defective, as they were intirely copied from memory. Some of them she has taken the liberty of altering, the better to accommodate them to her work, and this she ventures to hope may be excused.

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The poetry, if she dares denominate the humblest efforts of the “* untutored muse” by that lofty epithet, was written at different periods—as was also her theatrical fragment. Should the Authoress not intirely fail in amusing a candid, and generous few, who condescend sometimes to stray awhile, amid the bowers of Fancy--should her trifting work succeed in drawing the mind of the afflicted a moment from the bitterness of retrospection; her labour will not have been ineffectual-and she will, at some future period, again, take up her pen and endeavour to amuse herself and her readers in which hope she subscribes herself

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