[Frontispiece.] [Epigraph.] “Ten thousand colours wafted through the air, In magic glances play upon the eye, Combining in their endless, fairy form A wild creation.” To Mrs. Martha Bradstreet, of New York.
[Frontispiece.] [Epigraph.] “Ten thousand colours wafted through the air, In magic glances play upon the eye, Combining in their endless, fairy form A wild creation.” To Mrs. Martha Bradstreet, of New York.