$Source Unknown Y 'H48 PREFACE. .not Or the genius of the gifted authoress of this volume, it is deemed entirely superfluous to speak; its proud eminence having so long and so universally been conceded by all lovers of poetry. Fame is the recompense, not of the living, but of the dead always do they reap and gather in the harvest, who sow the seed - the flame of its altar is too often kindled from the ashes of the great. Hazlitt beautifully represents it as "the sound which the stream of high thoughts, carried down to future ages, makes as it flows-deep, distant, murmuring evermore like the waters of the mighty ocean." Though why should we insinuate its want of acknowledgment to her, when she so eloquently asks," What is fame to a heart yearning for affection, and finding it not? Is it not as a triumphal crown to the brow of one parched with fever, and asking for one fresh, healthful draught the 'cup of cold water?'" No reputation can be called such, that will not endure Hazlitt's test; but when tried by his measure, and not found wanting, this is fame indeed. When thus favored, may it not begin and continue, coin |