HERE IS THE BOOK, WRITTEN AT YOUR DESIRE: IT NOW AWAITS YOUR FAVOURABLE CENSURE. THE FAIR TYPE WILL NOT NEED YOUR SPECTACLES; YET WILL YOU (I AM PERSUADED) BE BLIND TO ERROURS WHICH THE LESS PARTIAL READER WILL ESPY. THAT, NA'TH'LESS, IT MAY SOLACE YOU IN YOUR chairDAYS, AND, PERCHAUNCE, PLEASURE A FEW OTHERS OF THE INGENIOUS, IS THE HOPE OF, SIR, IN ALL OBEDIENCE AND AFFECTION, YOUR LOVING SON TO SERVE YOU, SWARRATON. THOMAS. |