In spite of the care of the
proof-readers, and valuable literary assistance, it is feared that
the continuity of the story has been destroyed by some accidental
misplacing of chapters during its progress. How and what chapters
are so misplaced, the publisher leaves to an indulgent public to
discover.
N N.
BEING A NOVEL IN THE FRENCH PARAGRAPHIC STYLE.
--Mademoiselle, I swear to you that I love you.
--You who read these pages. You who turn your burning eyes upon
these words--words that I trace-- Ah, Heaven! the thought maddens
me.
--I will be calm. I will imitate the reserve of the festive
Englishman, who wears a spotted handkerchief which he calls a
Belchio, who eats biftek, and caresses a bulldog. I will subdue
myself like him.
--Ha! Poto-beer! All right--Goddam!
--Or, I will conduct myself as the free-born American--the gay
Brother Jonathan! I will whittle me a stick. I will whistle to
myself "Yankee Doodle," and forget my passion in excessive
expectoration.
--Hoho!--wake snakes and walk chalks.
The world is divided into two great divisions,--Paris and the
provinces. There is but one Paris. There are several provinces,
among which may be numbered England, America, Russia, and Italy.
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