That one might read the Book of Fate;

And see the revolution of the times

Make mountains level, and the continent,

Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea.

SHAKSPEARE.

LONDON:

T. CADELL, 141, STRAND.

1841.

9/5/17

THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 821158

ASTOR, LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS 1917

LONDON:

RICHARD WATTS, CROWN COURT, TEMPLE BAR.

TO

THE REV. JOHN PEACHEY,

AND

MRS. PEACHEY.

АССЕРТ, EPT, my VALUED and HONOURED FRIENDS-for the long-continued kindness and interest you have manifested towards me, give me a right to address you by that title-the first feeble efforts of my pen. I have long yearned to express the fulness of the grateful affection I bear towards you and yours; and my present endeavours are but impotent, to convey all that I could wish to express. Whatever may be found that is good, or worthy to meet your eye, in the following humble pages, the source and main-spring of it may be traced to yourselves for to my residence under your roof, during that period of life when the heart and imagination are most susceptible of impression, am I mainly indebted, under God, for that knowledge, which is "more precious than rubies," and for those sentiments by which we are enabled

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