After what has been stated in the Preface, it will scarce be necessary
to say that the _names_ and some of the _places_ mentioned in this book
are fictitious. Some of the scenes, and many of the characters that
figure in these pages, are _real_, and there are those living who will
recognise them.
The book is "founded" upon an actual experience. It was written many
years ago, and would have been then published, but for the interference
of a well-known work, which treated of similar scenes and subjects.
That work appeared just as the "Quadroon" was about to be put to press;
and the author of the the latter, not willing to risk the chances of
being considered an imitator had determined on keeping the "Quadroon"
from the public.
Circumstances have ruled it otherwise; and having re-written some parts
of the work, he now presents it to the reader as a painting--somewhat
coarse and crude, perhaps--of life in Louisiana.
The author disclaims all "intention." The book has been written neither
to aid the Abolitionist nor glorify the planter. The author does not
believe that by such means he could benefit the slave, else he would not
fear to avow it. On the other hand, he is too true a Republican, to be
the instrument that would add one drop to the "bad blood" which,
unfortunately for the cause of human freedom, has already arisen between
"North" and "South." No; he will be the last man to aid European
despots in this, their dearest wish and desperate hope.
_London, July_, 1856.