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TO CHARLES CANNAN.
My Dear Cannan,
It is told of a distinguished pedagogue that one day a heated stranger burstinto his study, and, wringing him by the hand, cried, "Heaven bless andreward you, sir! Heaven preserve you long to educate old England'sboyhood! I have walked many a weary, weary mile to see your face again,"he continued, flourishing a scrap of paper, "and assure you that but for yourdiscipline, obeyed by me as a boy and remembered as a man, I shouldnever—no, never—have won the Ticket-of-Leave which you behold!"
In something of the same spirit I bring you this small volume. The child ofencouragement is given to staggering its parent; and I make no doubt that asyou turn the following pages, you will more than once exclaim, with the oldlady in the ballad—
"O, deary me! this is none of I!"
Nevertheless, it would be strange indeed if this story bore no marks of you;for a hundred kindly instances have taught me to come with sure reliancefor your reproof and praise. Few, I imagine, have the good fortune of acritic so friendly and inexorable; and if the critic has been unsparing, he hasbeen used unsparingly.
Wargrave, Henley-on-Thames,
June 7, 1888