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TO
GEORGE MACARTNEY BUSHE, M.D.,
AS A SMALL, THOUGH SINCERE, TESTIMONY OF GRATITUDE
FOR HIS DISINTERESTED KINDNESS, AND FOR THE
INESTIMABLE BENEFITS DERIVED FROM HIS
PROFESSIONAL SKILL, THIS NOVEL IS AFFECTIONATELY
DEDICATED, BY
HIS OBLIGED AND FAITHFUL FRIEND,
THE AUTHOR.
The above lines were written a short time before the
day when, in accordance to the hidden workings of that
Providence which it is not for man to comprehend or
question, the great and glorious intellect to which they
are addressed was fatally cut off from its mature career
of usefulness, benevolence, and wisdom. It seems,
however, to the writer, that the deplorable event which
has deprived so many homes of their protector and their
friend has but increased the fitness of this humble tribute;
since, now that memory and grief are only left to
us, it is admissible to speak aloud of those pre-eminent
endowments which, while the owner lived, must have
been tacitly recorded in his name alone.
New-York, June 12, 1837.
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