PREFACE.

The author[1] of the present Volume, in tendering his sincere thanks to

the gentlemen of Her Majesty’s Customs,[2] and to his other numerous and

kind patrons, who so liberally subscribed towards the publication of his

little work, assures them that he is deeply sensible of his obligations

to them for the almost uniform courtesy with which his solicitations

were met; because (being perfectly conscious at the onset of his

undertaking how necessary it was to prepare to subject himself to censure

as well as approbation, and to arm himself with those indispensable

virtues—patience, perseverance, endurance, and thankfulness, without

which the attempt would have been futile, and being also aware that

nothing but a favourable response to his appeal could possibly lead to

the accomplishment of his object) the success which has attended his

efforts is certainly far beyond what might have been expected by one in

so humble and so obscure a position in life.

There is, however, one gentleman[3] in particular to whom it is the

Author’s duty to be—if ’twere possible—more than grateful, for his

generous condescension in permitting the manuscripts to be placed in his

hands for perusal, and who—after surveying a portion of them—not only

recommended the method of publication which was adopted, but gave effect

to his advice by kindly becoming the first subscriber to the work—for

the Author never would have presumed to publish these poems on his own

personal estimation of whatever merit they may possess, so that unless

such an impetus had been given to the project it is more than probable he

never would have had the gratification of seeing them produced in their

present form.

This the Author hopes will afford to his numerous subscribers, and to

those in whose hands it may perchance happen to fall, a not unreasonable

excuse for his having intruded himself into the unmerciful arena of

poetical literature, and, perhaps, be the means of saving his little

work—the product of his leisure hours—from being thrust into the gloomy

recesses of oblivion.

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