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Foreword
TO THE UNFORTUNATE READER. In this little Extravaganza, I have done just what I intended. I have attempted to describe, in an auto-biographical sort of way, a well-meaning, but somewhat vain young gentleman, who, having flirted desperately with the Magazines, takes it into his silly head to write a novel, all the chapters of which are laid before the reader, with some running criticism by T.
James Barescythe, Esquire, the book-noticer of "The Morning Glory," ("a journal devoted to the Fine Arts and the Amelioration of all Mankind,") and the type of a certain class which need not be distinctly specified for recognition. I have endeavored to make the novel of my literary hero such a one as a young man with fine taste and crude talent might produce; and I think I have succeeded. It is certainly sufficiently unfinished. In drawing the character of Barescythe, the point of my quill may have pierced a friend; and if you ask, like Ludovico, "What shall be said of thee?" I shall answer, like Othello, "Why, anything: An honorable murderer, if you will; For nought I did in hate, but all in honor." The only audacious thing I have done is the writing of this preface. If there is anything more stupid than a "preface," it is a book-critic. If anything could be more stupid than a book-critic, it would be a preface. But, thank heaven, there is not. In saying this, I refer to a particular critic; for I would not, for the sake of a tenth edition, malign in such a wholesale manner those capital good fellows of the press--those verbal accoucheurs who are so pleasantly officious at the birth of each new genius. Not I. I have
Foreword
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Prologue
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Chapter 1 The Little Castle-Builders
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Chapter 2 The Dead Hope
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Chapter 3 Soul-Land
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Chapter 4 A Few Specimens Of Humanity
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Chapter 5 Daisy Snarle
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Chapter 6 The Phantom At Sea
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Chapter 7 In Which There Is A Madman
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Chapter 8 Mr. Flint Is Perfectly Astonished, And Mortimer Has
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Chapter 9 Daisy And The Necklace
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Chapter 10 St. Agnes' Eve
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Chapter 11 Mortimer Has An Interview With The Great Publisher
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Chapter 12 What Daisy Did
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Chapter 13 In The Tombs
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Chapter 14 A Cloud With A Silver Lining
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Chapter 15 Important Disclosures
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Chapter 16 The Old House By The Sea
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