TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD MAITLAND.

[Transcriber's Note:

The Epistle Dedicatory was printed as an Appendix; see Note.]

My Lord,

Since the World is grown so Nice and Critical upon Dedications, and will

Needs be Judging the Book by the Wit of the Patron; we ought, with a

great deal of Circumspection to chuse a Person against whom there can be

no Exception; and whose Wit and Worth truly Merits all that one is

capable of saying upon that Occasion.

The most part of Dedications are charg'd with Flattery; and if the World

knows a Man has some Vices, they will not allow one to speak of his

Virtues. This, My Lord, is for want of thinking Rightly; if Men wou'd

consider with Reason, they wou'd have another sort of Opinion, and

Esteem of Dedications; and wou'd believe almost every Great Man has

enough to make him Worthy of all that can be said of him there. My Lord,

a Picture-drawer, when he intends to make a good Picture, essays the

Face many Ways, and in many Lights, before he begins; that he may chuse

from the several turns of it, which is most Agreeable and gives it the

best Grace; and if there be a Scar, an ungrateful Mole, or any little

Defect, they leave it out; and yet make the Picture extreamly like: But

he who has the good Fortune to draw a Face that is exactly Charming in

all its Parts and Features, what Colours or Agreements can be added to

make it Finer? All that he can give is but its due; and Glories in a

Piece whose Original alone gives it its Perfection. An ill Hand may

diminish, but a good Hand cannot augment its Beauty. A Poet is a Painter

in his way; he draws to the Life, but in another kind; we draw the

Nobler part, the Soul and Mind; the Pictures of the Pen shall out-last

those of the Pencil, and even Worlds themselves. 'Tis a short Chronicle

of those Lives that possibly wou'd be forgotten by other Historians, or

lye neglected there, however deserving an immortal Fame; for Men of

eminent Parts are as Exemplary as even Monarchs themselves; and Virtue

is a noble Lesson to be learn'd, and 'tis by Comparison we can Judge and

Chuse. 'Tis by such illustrious Presidents as your Lordship the World

can be Better'd and Refin'd; when a great part of the lazy Nobility

shall, with Shame, behold the admirable Accomplishments of a Man so

Great, and so Young.

Your Lordship has Read innumerable Volumes of Men and Books, not Vainly

for the gust of Novelty, but Knowledge, excellent Knowledge: Like the

industrious Bee, from every Flower you return Laden with the precious

Dew, which you are sure to turn to the Publick Good. You hoard no one

Reflection, but lay it all out in the Glorious Service of your Religion

and Country; to both which you are a useful and necessary Honour: They

both want such Supporters; and 'tis only Men of so elevated Parts, and

fine Knowledge; such noble Principles of Loyalty and Religion this

Nation Sighs for. Where shall we find a Man so Young, like St.

Augustine, in the midst of all his Youth and Gaiety, Teaching the World

Divine Precepts, true Notions of Faith, and Excellent Morality, and, at

the same time be also a perfect Pattern of all that accomplish a Great

Man? You have, My Lord, all that refin'd Wit that Charms, and the

Affability that Obliges; a Generosity that gives a Lustre to your

Nobility; that Hospitality, and Greatness of Mind that ingages the

World; and that admirable Conduct, that so well Instructs it. Our Nation

ought to regret and bemoan their Misfortunes, for not being able to

claim the Honour of the Birth of a Man who is so fit to serve his

Majesty, and his Kingdoms in all Great and Publick Affairs; And to the

Glory of your Nation, be it spoken, it produces more considerable Men,

for all fine Sence, Wit, Wisdom, Breeding and Generosity (for the

generality of the Nobility) than all other Nations can Boast; and the

Fruitfulness of your Virtues sufficiently make amends for the Barrenness

of your Soil: Which however cannot be incommode to your Lordship; since

your Quality and the Veneration that the Commonalty naturally pay their

Lords creates a flowing Plenty there . . . that makes you Happy. And to

compleat your Happiness, my Lord, Heaven has blest you with a Lady, to

whom it has given all the Graces, Beauties, and Virtues of her Sex; all

the Youth, Sweetness of Nature, of a most illustrious Family; and who is

a most rare Example to all Wives of Quality, for her eminent Piety,

Easiness, and Condescention; and as absolutely merits Respect from all

the World as she does that Passion and Resignation she receives from

your Lordship; and which is, on her part, with so much Tenderness

return'd. Methinks your tranquil Lives are an Image of the new Made and

Beautiful Pair in Paradise: And 'tis the Prayers and Wishes of all, who

have the Honour to know you, that it may Eternally so continue with

Additions of all the Blessings this World can give you.

My Lord, the Obligations I have to some of the Great Men of your Nation,

particularly to your Lordship, gives me an Ambition of making my

Acknowledgements by all the Opportunities I can; and such humble Fruits

as my Industry produces I lay at your Lordship's Feet. This is a true

Story, of a Man Gallant enough to merit your Protection, and, had he

always been so Fortunate, he had not made so Inglorious an end: The

Royal Slave I had the Honour to know in my Travels to the other World;

and though I had none above me in that Country yet I wanted power to

preserve this Great Man. If there be anything that seems Romantick I

beseech your Lordship to consider these Countries do, in all things, so

far differ from ours that they produce unconceivable Wonders, at least,

so they appear to us, because New and Strange. What I have mentioned I

have taken care shou'd be Truth, let the Critical Reader judge as he

pleases. 'Twill be no Commendation to the Book to assure your Lordship I

writ it in a few Hours, though it may serve to Excuse some of its Faults

of Connexion, for I never rested my Pen a Moment for Thought: 'Tis

purely the Merit of my Slave that must render it worthy of the Honour it

begs; and the Author of that of Subscribing herself,

My Lord

Your Lordship's most oblig'd

and obedient Servant

A. Behn.

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