could see the vast amount of misery and suffering caused, the many hearts broken that God would not have made sad; and the many unprepared souls hurried out of this life into eternity by the ignorance of men who are “licensed to kill,” you would cry out against the whole body of the profession with a bitter hatred, that even the army of noble and devoted minds amongst us would be unable to appease.  Am I too severe?  I fear not.  There are charlatans and know nothings in every pursuit, but in mine they effect so seriously the temporal and may be eternal welfare of mankind that their existence is awful to contemplate.  Shall I, in conclusion, write an apology for having nothing better than the foregoing to offer for your perusal “devil a bit.”  If I have written folly and you have read it all, why, you are the greater simpleton.  To me it was an occupation when I had nothing better to do, on your part it was a foolish waste of time, which might have been more profitably employed.  If I have written folly and you have not read it, what necessity is there for me to apologize to you?  If I have written sense and you consider it nonsense, you owe me an apology for your erroneous opinion.  But if I have written sense and you have derived pleasure from the perusal of it, then we are both content, and I need neither forefend your criticism nor beg your excuses.  Thus then I have proved that though it may possibly be necessary for you to apologize to me, it cannot under any circumstance be needful for me to apologize to you.  But there is a small class to whom the above remarks do not apply.  I mean those few who I delight to think will read my book diligently and admiringly, merely because I wrote it.  Whose judgment is warped by their affection, and who will be unconscious of the weary yawn my pages may often produce.  Shall I apologize to them?  No! let them read, let them yawn; T’is a labour of love on their part, a labour which love has prepared for them—­and for them alone—­or mine.

And now farewell.  May your shadow never grow less!  May you live for a thousand years.

HAZOR SALAAM.

JANUARY 16th, 1869.—­If these notes should ever be written out by my relations after my death—­for I am now like to die, let me beg that the many mistakes in spelling, consequent upon the hurry and roughness of the writing, may by corrected and not set down to ignorance.

LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS.

Prince Frederic of Schleswig Holstein. 
His Excellency Lieut.-General E. Frome, R.E., Governor of Guernsey. 
Sir P. Stafford Carey, Bailiff of Guernsey. 
Edgar MacCulloch, Esq., Lieutenant-Bailiff. 
William Wallace Armstrong, Esq., San Francisco.  A.B. 
Mrs. Boucaut, Guernsey. 
General Sir George Brooke, K.C.B., R.H.A. 
Lieut.-Col.  H.J.  Buchanan, 2-9th Regiment. 
Major Henry L. Brownrigg, 84th Regiment. 
Henry S.R.  Bagenal, Esq., Control Department.