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TO MY READERS.
I did not like many amiable authors, write these pages purely from the benevolent motive of amusing your leisure hours; for I wrote them to amuse my own. Nor do I publish them, like most diffident writers, “with sincere reluctance, and only at the reiterated and urgent request of partial friends”-I publish them entirely to please myself, and for the purpose of enjoying the satisfaction of seeing them in print;-a delight, though unconfessed, so dear to the secret soul of an author !
“ An author ! But what author ?"-methinks I hear you inquire ; for as the first question always asked about a man, is—“Who is he?” not “What is he?" so the first inquiry about a book is, not—"What are its merits ?” but “Who is the author?”
After all, however, what can it signify to you, my dear readers, who I am ? I have a name, certainly but what has my name to do with my
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Authors you know of greatest fame,
The fact is, my noble, gentle, and simple readers, that I don't like to tell you my name, because I am afraid you won't like