Dear Reader,

When any friend of yours or mine, in whose fortunes we take an interest, is about to start on his travels, we smooth his way for him as well as we can, by giving him a letter of introduction to such connexions of ours as he may find on his line of route. We bespeak¹ their favourable² consideration for him by setting forth³ his good qualities in the best light possible; and then leave him to make his own way by his own merit — satisfied that we have done enough in procuring⁴ him a welcome under our friend’s roof, and giving him at the outset a claim to our friend’s estimation.

Will you allow me, reader (if our previous acquaintance authorizes⁶ me to take such a liberty), to follow the custom to which I have just adverted⁷; and to introduce to your notice this Book, as a friend of mine setting forth on his travels, in whose well-being⁸ I feel a very lively interest. He is neither so bulky nor so distinguished⁹ a person as some of the predecessors¹⁰ of his race, who may have sought your attention in years gone by, under the name of “Quarto,” and in magnificent clothing of Morocco and Gold. All that I can say for his outside is, that I have made it as neat as I can — having had him properly thumped¹¹ into wearing his present coat of decent cloth, by the most competent book-tailor I could find. As for his intrinsic claims to your kindness, he has only two that I shall venture to advocate. In the first place he is able to tell you something about a part of your own country which is still too rarely visited and too little known. He will speak to you of one of the remotest and most interesting corners of our old English soil. He will tell you of the grand and

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