I LET this little book go out into the world, feeling almost as if it were one of my children. I cannot be indifferent to its reception, because I love it. So I trust it will be welcome wherever it goes, that friends will be glad to see it for my sake, and strangers for its own. If it should be blessed with a long life, I shall rejoice greatly; but, if it die early, I shall still be glad it was born.

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MAY 20, 1867.

R. C.

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