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THE POET'S DAUGHTER.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
JOHN MACRONE, 3, ST. JAMES'S SQUARE.
I AM told that I must write a Preface
and never was mortal in a more pitiable pre
dicament than I am, in consequence of this
necessity! I neither know what to say or who
to address !-But, as “ l'appetit vient en man
geant" I trust that ideas may flow as I write.
If I plead youth and inexperience as an excuse
for my numerous errors, I shall be told that
business to turn Authoress.
crave the kind indulgence of reviewers, they
will marvel at my audacity ;-then, if I address
the public-of what may my Public consist ?
Perhaps of some half dozen readers, who may
manage to wade on to the last page! But I will
hope that they may be as many as serve to
make up a jury; and knowing the leaning
my countrymen have
ever evinced, I throw myself on their leniency,
and trust they will pronounce
verdict. I can only say, that I felt erery word
I wrote, and, therefore, I may hope to awaken
some kindred feelings in kindred bosoms; for
although it is the fashion to talk much of the
heartlessness and coldness of the world, I do
believe I know that there is far more thought
lessness than absence of heart in this same
world, and that deep feeling, genuine kind