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The Author of TWICE-TOLD TALES has a claim to one distinction, which, as none of his iterary brethren will care about disputing it with him, he need not be afraid to mention. He was, for a good many years, the obscurest man of letters in America.

These stories were published in Magazines and Annuals, extending over a period of ten or twelve years, and comprising the whole of the writer's young manhood, without making (so far as he has ever been aware) the slightest impression on the Public. One or two among them the RILL PROM THE TOWN Pump, in perhaps a greater degree than any other had a pretty wide newspaper circulation ; as for the rest, he has no grounds for supposing, that, on their first appearance, they met with the good or evil fortune to be read by any body. Throughout th VOL. I.


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tine above specified, he had no incitement to literary effort in a reasonable prospect of reputation or profit ; nothing but the pleasure itself of composition - ar enjoyment not at all amiss in its way, and perhaps essential to the merit of the work in hand, but which, in the long run, will hardly keep the chill out of writer's heart, or the numbness out of his fingers. To this total lack of sympathy, at the age when his mind would naturally have been most effervescent, the Public owe it, (and it is certainly an effect not to be regretted, on either part,) that the Author can show nothing for the thought and industry of that portion of his life, save the forty sketches, or thereabouts, included in these volumes.

Much more, indeed, he wrote ; and some very small part of it might yet be rummaged out, (but it would not be worth the trouble,) among the dingy pages of fifteen-or-twenty-year-old periodicals, or within the shabby morocco covers of faded Souvenirs. The remainder of the works, alluded to, had a very brief existence, but, on the score of brilliancy, enjoyed a fate vastly superier to that of their brotherhood, which succeeded in getting through the

In a word, the Author burned them without mercy or remorse, and, moreover, without any subsequent regret, and had more than one sion to marvel that such very dull stuff, as he knew



his condemned manuscripts to be, should yet have possessed inflammability enough to set the chimney on fire!

After a long while, the first collected volume of the Tales was published. By this time, if the Author had ever been greatly tormented by literary ambition, (which he does not remember or believe to have beer. the case,) it must have perished, beyond resuscitation, in the dearth of nutriment. This was fortunate ; for the success of the volume was not such as would have gratified a craving desire for notoriety. moderate edition was got rid of' (to use the Publisher's very significant phrase) within a reasonablo time, but apparently without rendering the writer or his productions much more generally known than before. The great bulk of the reading Public probably ignored the book altogether. A few persons read it, and liked it better than it deserved. At an interval of three or four years, the second volume was published, and encountered much the same sort of kindly, but calm, and very limited reception. The circulation of the two volumes was chiefly confined to New Eng. land ; nor was it until long after this period, if it even yet be the case, that the Author could regard himself as addressing the American Public, or, indeed, any Public at all. He was merely writing to his know or unknown friends.

As he glances over these long-forgotten pages, and considers his way of life, while composing them, the Author can very clearly discern why all this was so. After so many sober years, he would have reason to be ashamed if he could not criticize his own work as fairly as another man's; and, though it is little his business, and perhaps still less his interest, he can hardly resist a temptation to achieve something of the sort. If writers were allowed to do so, and would perform the task with perfect sincerity and unreserve, their opinions of their own productions would often be more valuable and instructive than the works them. selves.

At all events, there can be no harm in the Author's remarking, that he rather wonders how the TWICETOLD Tales should have gained what vogue they did than that it was so little and so gradual. They have the pale tint of flowers that blossomed in too retired a shade - the coolness of a meditative habit, which diffuses itself through the feeling and observation of every sketch. Instead of passion, there is sentiment;

and, even in what purport to be pictures of actual ! life, we have allegory, not always so warmly dressed

in its habiliments of flesh and blood, as to be taken into the reader's mind without a shiver. Whether froni lack of power, or an unconquerable reserve, the Author's touches have often an effect of tameness ; the

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