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The Authors are well aware how imperfectly and prosaically the subject—which is an endless poem in itself-has been handled. The only credit they take to themselves is that they believe they have been truthful—and indeed, with this view, they have often preferred the language of those from whom they have gleaned their facts to their
And here they wish to acknowledge how much they are indebted to Mr. Mackay for his admirable work of “ POPULAR DELUSIONS"_to Dr. Conolly—the Pinel of England—for his benevolent treatise “ ON THE CONSTRUCTION AND GOVERNMENT OF LUNATIC ASYLUMS,”—and to Mr. Williams's wondrous NARRATIVE of his Christian labors in the South Sea Islands.
The description they have attempted to give of the ravages of a great pestilence, has been borrowed chiefly from De Foe's “ HISTORY OF THE PLAGUE,” that being a more picturesque—though perhaps less literal-account than those of Sydenham, Pepys, or Hodges.
Moreover, the Authors claim some little indulgence as well for the omissions as for the commissions of their book, on account of the difficulties they have had to encounter in weaving into a story —that should be in any way consistent with the principles of constructive art—and connecting together by the thread of human emotions the originally disjointed incidents of the work. It was their wish to have included in the MAGIC OF KINDNESS many more of those wonders of benevolence that have become at once the history and the glory of our own time. The miracles worked by sympathy upon criminals have been, from sheer necessity, left untouched, so that the magic changes wrought by Captain Maconochie, Howard, and Mrs. Fry upon the hearts of those who seemed the least of all susceptible of the kindly influence, remain for others to work into a tale of almost incredible enchantment. The quiet influence of Kindness among families has also been left untouched-the scheme of the present book only admitting of the more striking and less homely effects.
The scene of the tale has been laid in the east, so that the frequent mention of names sacred among Englishmen, might be avoided in—what perhaps some might still look upon as--a mere story-book.
The Authors likewise wish it to be known that the present work was conceived long before they had seen the beautiful little book entitled “ILLUSTRATIONS OF THE LAW OF KINDNESS."
Nor is the creed of Kindness a creed that has been taken up to serve the purposes of the dayone of the Authors having, many years ago, in a work entitled “ WHAT TO TEACH AND HOW TO TEACH IT, so that the child may become a wise and good man," attempted to apply the principle of Kindness to the art of Education—and, moreover, having, some time after that, founded and originally edited the periodical entitled “Punch” upon the same principle.
MAGIC OP KINDMX88;
OR, THE WONDROUS
Story of the Good Huan.
CHAPTER THE FIRST.
N the days of enchantment lived Ulphilas, the King of Asulon.
King Ulphilas was a mighty king. Surrounding nations paid him tribute. Monarchs, far and near, did him hom
age. But, growing tired of conquest, and surfeited with glory, and feeling old age creeping upon him while he was yet childless,
he laid aside his sword, and proclaimed peace with all his neighbors.
Then from among the fair daughters of the nobles of Asulon he chose the fairest, and made her his Queen. And, when he first entered the apartment of his bride, he scattered over her a shower of large pearls from a tray of gold. Then, lifting the vail from her face, he laid his hand on the hair of her forehead, and called upon Allah to bless their union, and to bestow upon him offspring by her, and to bestow upon her offspring by him.
And he gave a great Feast, the like of which had never been seen before, and men of all degrees were welcomed to it. To the aged and helpless poor
he distributed numberless pieces of gold and silver, in Charity. And he ordered Prayers to be said, praying the Prophet to beseech Allah to vouchsafe unto him a son, who should be worthy to rule over so great and powerful a nation.
But the Feast, the Charity, and the Prayers of Ulphilas were of no avail ; for in time his wife bore him a daughter. And the monarch grieved and murmured at his fate.
But, when they brought the little girl to him, his heart was softened at the sight of his first-born
-for it was the breathing miniature of the mother he loved so well; and his grief and murmurings were turned into joy and thankfulness. Then, taking it in his arms, he pressed it to his bosom,