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PREFACE.
As all readers most unreasonably expect from all writers the reasons why anything is written, the Author of the following drama considers himself bound to explain, that the work was composed during an autumnal residence here, to beguile the tedium of convalescence; and that a few copies of it are now printed and circulated among his friends, to gratify his pleasure— which he is heterodox enough to believe, every man has a right, in a lawful extent, to do.
As, therefore, he confesses the book to be a creation of his own humour, and in his own “vein;” as it violates the acknowledged proprieties of the drama, in not always displaying virtue rewarded, and iniquity hanged; as, scorning to pamper to the delicate sensibilities of hypocrites and slaves—it ventures to expose the truth, and develope such scenes as are but too faithful to the highly civilized and, consequently, highly vitiated conditions of the human race; and, as its
Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness; and constrains the garb,
Quite from his nature; he cannot flatter, he!
An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth,
An' they will take it, so; if not he's plain.”
To be plain, he professes to be neither more honest nor straight-forward than his neighbours, neither less of an egotist nor more of a fool; neither less desirous of the admiration of the good, nor more covetous of the adulation of the bad, than are all the rest of his race. He is neither so young as to be deceived by the chimeras of a heated and sufficiently luxurient imagination, into fancying his pen the open sesame to the gates of immortality; nor so old as to despair of being rewarded according to his deserts. He is neither so wise as to underrate the preciousness of worldly honor, nor so insane as to build the castle of his happiness on the “baseless fabric” of such a dream. He is neither so rich as to wish to print
He is neither so coxcombical as to believe that his few readers will be very inquisitive after his identity; nor so infra. dig. as not to assure himself that some would like to know his “local habitation and his name.” He is neither so bilious and melancholy as to be entirely adapted to the inditing of sonnets “to his mistress' eyebrow;” nor so light-haired and sanguine, as to love beef-steaks and port wine before all things on earth. He is neither so much on the west of the Alps, as to bother himself vastly about the fussy observations of the press; nor so located among savages as not to feast his gratified senses on the many valuable papers that exalt the journals of Great Britain above all others in the world. He does not wish to be regarded as a foreigner; and yet cares little if not called English. In fact, he is just a proper man of the world with, perhaps,
That he will have his share of praise, and his modicum of detraction, whether merited or not, he is as perfectly assured as he is that there are Whig and Tory newspapers, clever and silly gentlemen, good natured patrons, and yellow visaged critics—and that, according to the kneading of the gold, silver, brass, and clay, in the Baal-god of English adoration—the Press—so will be the proportions of excellent material, or horrible trash, dragged out from the obscurity of this Drama, and held forth for the gape of admiration or the finger of scorn. Being no cynic, the Author would like to please all; but being no idiot, he knows he cannot do it. Being a lover of the drama, and an admirer of its moral excellence, he naturally endeavours to induce the world to worship at his shrine! but knowing the world to consist of antagonist elements
Thus then, Gentle Reader, being, like yourself, an anomily of contradictions, and having made as honest, if not as polite an obeisance, as other Authors, he begs to present the following pages to your admiration, or abjuration—not questioning your judgment any more than he does your right to judge.
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