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FROM

NEW YORK.

SECOND SERIES.

Mrs. Lydia

(Francis)

BY L. MARIA CHILD,

AUTHOR OF PHILOTHEA, THE MOTHER'S BOOK, THE GIRL'S BOOK,
FLOWERS FOR CHILDREN, ETC.

"Every gift of noble origin

Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath."

WORDSWORTH.

"Music, by the fluent medium, the stimulus, and the upbearing elasticity it offers
for the inspirations of thought, alone seems to present a living form, rather than a
dead monument, to the desires of genius. What the other arts indicate, and

philosophy infers, this all-enfolding language declares."

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C. S. FRANCIS & CO., 252 BROADWAY.

BOSTON:

J. H. FRANCIS, 128 WASHINGTON STREET

1845.

US 155 89.403

1883, Dec. 22.

Croke beauist.

Entered according to Act of Congress, if the year 1845, by

C. S. FRANCIS & CO.

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New-York.

PRINTED BY MUNROE & FRANCIS,

Boston.

TO MY FRIEND,

EDMUND L. BENZON,

THIS VOLUME

IS AFFECTIONATELY AND GRATEFULLY

INSCRIBED

TO THE READER.

I Do not call this volume Letters from New York, on account of the unexpected popularity of the first volume, or because I consider it altogether appropriate; but I can think of no better name, under which to arrange articles so miscellaneous and incongruous in their character. Many of them are now published for the first time, others have been scattered through various periodicals. I claim for them no other merit than that of being an honest record of my own views and impressions, on subjects which most interest me. If you discover faults in my premises, or errors in my conclusions, it may at least do you some good, by exciting your own mind to increased activity. That I see glorious truths in mere fragments, and utter even those with most inadequate expression, I am painfully conscious. But frankly and confidingly, as children do, I show you an image of my soul, as reflected in the mirror of its passing thoughts. I have written nothing from affectation, sectarian prejudice, or partisan zeal. Perhaps you will forgive my deficiencies, for the sake of my kind intentions, and sincere love of truth.

L. M. C.

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