assaults of the wide, wide world. But will not our simple booklet prove too insignificant a mark for the critic's arrows? 

 In the language of another, we confidently say, melancholy is indifferent to criticism. 

 Thus, 

 "In our own weakness shielded," 

 O, Reading Public, we steal upon you 'mid the falling shadows, and lay "Eventide" at your feet. 

 

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 WIMBLEDON; OR, THE HERMIT OF THE CEDARS,7 

7

 SCRAGGIEWOOD, A TALE OF AMERICAN LIFE,245 

245

 ALICE ORVILLE; OR, LIFE IN THE SOUTH AND WEST,329 

329

 COME TO ME WHEN I'M DYING,401 

401

 ELLEN,404 

404

 I'M TIRED OF LIFE,405 

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