exclaimed: 'Oh, thir, what have you done? Ith a girl, ith a girl! and
you've called her George Wathington! My poor little Luthy, my dear
little Luthy!' Alas! the mother lisped, and when I asked for the
name, meaning to be very polite, and to say, Lucy, sir, in reply to
my question, she had said, 'Luthy, thir,' which I mistook for Lucifer.
What was to be done? I consoled the afflicted parents as well as I was
able, and promised to enter the name in the parish registry and town
records as Lucy, which I did; but for all that, the girl's genuine,
orthodox name is George Washington!"

"I see," said I, paying him for his joke with the expected laugh,
"there is something in a name, and we must be cautious in its choice."
The result was, that I followed my friend's advice in adopting the one
which was finally selected. Soon after the Rev. gentleman took his hat
and left me to my meditations. Thereupon I resumed my pen, and vainly
endeavored to write a preface. At last, in despair, I could hit
upon no better expedient than to explain to you, my dear Public, the
circumstances which prevent my doing it now. You will sympathize with
my mortification, and forgive my failure for the sake of the honest
effort, and no more think of condemning me, than you would the
aforesaid rustic, alluded to in the beginning of this my apology,
should he, instead of boisterously rushing in upon the company,
endeavor (his sense of the becoming overcoming his bashfulness) to
twist his body into the likeness of a bow, thereby only illustrating
and confirming the profound wisdom of the maxim, _non omnia possumus
omnes_. Should our awkward attempts be classed together, I shall
nevertheless indulge the hope, that better acquaintance with you will
increase my facility of saying nothing with grace, and improve my
manners, even as I doubt not that under the tuition of Monsieur Pied,
the aforesaid countryman might, in time, be taught to make a passable