Trampled on them, and soiled them, and went their way.


Then he toiled from the morn to the dusk again,
Gave his gimcracks to peoples who mocked at him,
Trampled on them, deriding, and went their way.



Thus he labors, and loudly they jeer at him;--
That is, when they remember he still exists.


WHO, you ask, IS THIS FELLOW?--What matter names?
He is only a scribbler who is content.

FELIX KENNASTON. The Toy-Maker .



AUCTORIAL INDUCTION



WHICH (AFTER SOME BRIEF DISCOURSE OF FIRES AND
FRYING-PANS) ELUCIDATES THE INEXPEDIENCY OF
PUBLISHING THIS BOOK, AS WELL AS THE NECESSITY
OF WRITING IT: AND THENCE PASSES TO A MODEST
DEFENSE OF MORE VITAL THEMES.