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To the Readers of this, not wholly imaginary, but somewhat hastily written tale, these pages are dedicated ; and if, during their perusal, it should occur to some, that zeal in a good cause may have outrun discretion, the Author can only hope that a thousand faults may be forgiven, in the name of the one virtue to which he has dared to link them.
March 8th, 1862.
“RECOMMENDED TO MERCY.”
* In life's last scene what prodigies surprise ;
* For death looks ugly when the view is near.'—CRABBE.
The sun shone from a cloudless summer sky on a darkened window of the Great City.' It was mid-day, and the hum of men was busy in the vast human hive: out on the wing were the toilers for the golden harvest : fluttering abroad were the sippers of summer sweets: but within that darkened chamber lay one whose work of life was nearly finished, and the last sands in whose glass were reduced to a few swiftly dropping grains. Let us look into the room. It is a sumptuous