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DEDICATION.
The wide water is between us, dear; but, if
this volume should ever fall in your way, and stranger
things have happened, already, during our mysterious
acquaintance, you will know the author, the moment that
you touch the paper, by the flutter at your heart. Would
that I might be near enough to you, for a moment of admonition!
I would bid you beware of opening any new
work in the presence of another; otherwise, when you
least expect it, your agitation might betray a secret, that
is unknown to every other living creature.
Have you forgotten what I told you? Have you forgotten
my promise? How have I kept it? “Nothing is
impossible to them that love, and love innocently.” Their
spirits will hold communion together—sleeping or waking;—and
who shall participate therein? Nobody—no
living creature—not even the angels in heaven;—none
but Him, that pitich his children.
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