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resist, but that which proceeds from his own heedlefs passions, there is no enemy to encounter but himself. Yet slight attention is required to ensure to him a prosperous, innocuous, and even praiseworthy victory; and, that I a philosopher, more glorious than those gained at the Granicus and Issus, Pharsalia, or on the plain of Marengo. Such laurels are more estimable than those of Alexander, Cæsar, or Bonaparte.

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Emma Tankerville is pourtrayed as a lovely female, immaculate, as all ladies who have any pretensions to character should be. The author presumes, that he shall not be accused of ill-will towards society, in having chosen for his heroine a young lady so remarkably accomplished.

Those who think that Sir Henry Moreton is far too virtuous and correct,

may feel inclined to forgive a Novel Writer, who maintains as a maxim, that happiness in temporal life consists in well governing the passions. And the Author would advise such as have not yet undertaken this task, to make an useful experiment as speedily as possible.

The present political state of affairs has prevented Emma Tankerville from travelling to any country beside Germany further, it will not be contradicted, that the Poet of Nature is good. authority for supposing a young lady naturally solicitous to follow her lover.

Lastly, let not any scholar be offended at the character of Doctor Anapest. The honourable Mr. Pellet is not the representative of all young men ; nor is the character of Anapest the copy every classical scholar. The real

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gentleman, even of good sense, may smile at the extravagancies of Pellet. The scholar will certainly never censure the Author for disclosing the foibles of Doctor Anapest, as he can assure them, he so much reveres science, as to wish that it may never be improperly applied. In this Picture from Life, he has endeavoured to give a shade to some prominent figures; and if this perspective should please, or affect the mind of the contemplative, he will have great reason to be gratified with his drawing,

The Author had intended to have said a few words respecting the publication of a book, and suffering his name to accompany it; but a conversation which took place with a friend some few days past, will serve in place of any other introduction.

INTRODUCTION!

Being a Dialogue between a Friend of the Author and himself.

Friend. So you are resolved to publish a novel with your name to it. I saw it advertised in the Morning Post.

Author. This is my intention; and from arguing the subject, I do not see any good reason to the contrary. Other authors have prefixed their real names to their own works. Besides, there is an instance of one having been robbed by not doing it. Virgil met with a thief, one Battus, who pilfered his verses; the complaint of the modest Roman deserves to be treasured as an historical precept by succeeding authors. Few have known the real authors of Chrysal, Junius's Letters, or The Whole Duty of

Man. Besides, do we not see names to every thing estimable? Brunswick Blacking Cakes, prepared by Mr. Turner, for instance, are sold with an advertisement, pro bono publico. "Words cannot set forth its just praise, nor its transcendant qualities be truly known but by experience." The maker of Cricket Bats modestly puts his name to the end of his works, and is a caufe of many good hits; for his Cricket Balls come off with flying colours, in a sublime, but very irregular manner. Even the Cutler has his name on the blades. of his works, and makes a most splendid appearance; while his talents for sharpness, penetration, and his good temper, are loudly commended.

Friend. Animus est in patinis.* Yet there may be some reason in what you

*His mind is in the dishes.