955 0887 оді 1882 DEDICATION. YEARS ago I used to say, that, if I ever wrote a book, it should be dedicated to my mother. The possibility, then contemplated almost in jest, has now been fulfilled. The book is written but all else is changed. I will keep my promise still. Let this, my first novel, which would have been a tribute of tenderest affection to the Living, become an offering to the ever-beloved memory of the Dead. 1849. |