Hobomok. Lydia Maria Child

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      PREFACE.

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      IN the summer of 1823, my friend ******* entered my study with an air which indicated he had something to communicate.

      "Frederic," says he, "do you know I have been thinking of a new plan lately?"

      "A wise one, no doubt," replied I; "but, prithee, what is it?"

      "Why, to confess the truth, your friend P*******'s remarks concerning our early history, have half tempted me to write a New England novel."

      "A novel!" quoth I---"when Waverly is galloping over hill and dale, faster and more successful than Alexander's conquering sword? Even American ground is occupied. 'The Spy' is lurking in every closet,---the mind is every where supplied with 'Pioneers' on the land, and is soon likely to be with 'Pilots' on the deep."

      "I know that," replied he; "Scott wanders over every land with the same proud, elastic tread---free as the mountain breeze, and majestic as the bird that bathes in the sunbeams. He must always stand alone---a high and solitary shrine, before which minds of humbler mould are compelled to bow down and worship. I did not mean," added he, smiling, "that my wildest hopes, hardly my wildest wishes, had placed me even within sight of the proud summit which has been gained either by Sir Walter Scott, or Mr. Cooper. I am aware that the subject which called forth your friend's animated observations, owed its romantic coloring almost wholly to his own rich imagination. Still, barren and uninteresting as New England history is, I feel there is enough connected with it, to rouse the dormant energies of my soul; and I would fain deserve some other epitaph than that 'he lived and died.' "

      I knew that my friend, under an awkward and unprepossessing appearance, concealed more talents than the world was aware of. I likewise knew that when he once started in the race, "the de'il take the hindmost" was his favorite motto. So I e'en resolved to favor the project, and to procure for him as many old, historical pamphlets as possible.

      A few weeks after, my friend again entered my apartment, and gave me a package, as he said, "Here are my MSS., and it rests entirely with you, whether or not to give them to the public. You, and every one acquainted with our earliest history, will perceive that I owe many a quaint expression, and pithy sentence, to the old and forgotten manuscripts of those times.

      "The ardour with which I commenced this task, has almost wholly abated.

      "Seriously, Frederic, what chance is there that I, who so seldom peep out from 'the loop-holes of retreat,' upon a gay and busy world, can have written any thing which will meet their approbation? Besides, the work is full of faults, which I have talents enough to see, but not to correct. It has indeed fallen far short of the standard which I had raised in my own mind. You well know that state of feeling, when the soul fixes her keen vision on distant brightness, but in vain stretches her feeble and spell-bound wing, for a flight so lofty. The world would smile," continued he, "to hear me talk thus, concerning a production, which will probably never rise to СКАЧАТЬ