Here, with the Public's kind permission, we will leave them, and although this trivial and unpretentious romance can claim no merit except its undeviating fidelity to nature, I still venture to think that, for sheer excitement and brilliancy of composition, &c., it will be found, by all candid judges, to compare rather favourably with more showy and meretricious fictions by overrated English novelists.

N.B.—I cannot conscientiously recommend the Indulgent Reader to proceed any further— for reasons which, should he do so, will be obvious. H. B. J.⁠