Dedication. J. A. J. IN MEMORIAM AMICITIA. 'Tis not the tear at this moment shed, When the cold turf has just been laid o'er him, Which can tell how beloved was the friend that has fled, Or how deep in our hearts we deplore him. 'Tis the tear through many a long day wept, "Tis life's whole path o'ershaded, 'Tis the one remembrance fondly kept, When all lighter griefs have faded. MOORE. PREFACE. MANY thousand years ago, a daughter of Levi was forced to expose her babe by the river-side. What mother has not sympathized with this poor Hebrew, unable to protect her infant son in the outer world, yet forced by the stress of circumstances to cast him from her? What Christian mother has not rejoiced over the kind protectress the little one found? Yet there is a class of persons that is oftentimes compelled to cast out its Moses, the offspring of its pen, for whom this sympathy is more rarely shown. From the circumstance, perhaps, that while the parents of Great Britain are counted by tens, the authors are by units. Fellow-feeling alone makes us wondrous kind. Instead of the compassionate treatment which the young prophet received at the hands of Pharaoh's daughter, a book, the loved nursling of |