n which the local colour--acquired from other books--is admirably laid
on, and the interest sustained to the end. The story is well told,
enlivened by humour, and very respectably constructed.

The reader will find _Japhet_ thoroughly exciting, and will have no
difficulty in believing that, while it was running in the pages of the
_Metropolitan_, "an American vessel meeting an English one in the broad
Atlantic, instead of a demand for water or supplies, ran up the question
to her mast-head, 'Has Japhet found his father yet?'"

_Japhet, in search of a Father_, is here re-printed, with a few
corrections, from the first edition in 3 vols. Saunders & Otley, 1836.
On page 360 a few words, enclosed in square brackets, have been
inserted from the magazine version, as the abbreviated sentence, always
hitherto reproduced from the first edition, is unintelligible.

R.B.J.

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Japhet, in Search of a Father

Chapter I

Like most other children, who should be my godfather is decided by
Mammon--So precocious as to make some noise in the world and be
hung a few days after I was born--Cut down in time and produce a
scene of bloodshed--My early propensities fully developed by the
choice of my profession

Those who may be pleased to honour these pages with a perusal, will not
be detained with a long introductory history of my birth, parentage, and
education. The very title implies that, at this period of my memoirs, I
was ignorant of the two first; and it will be necessary for the due
development of my narrative, that I allow them to remain in the same
state of bliss; for in the perusal of a tale, as well as in the
pilgrimage of life, ignorance of the future may truly be considered as
the greatest source of happiness. The little that was known of me at
this time I will however narrate as concisely, and as correctly, as I am
able. It was on the--I really forget the date, and must rise from my
chair, look for a key, open a closet, and then open an iron safe to hunt
over a pile of papers--it will detain you too long--it will be
sufficient to say that it was on _a_ night--but whether the night was
dark or moonlit, or rainy or foggy, or cloudy or fine, or starlight, I
really cannot tell; but it is of no very great consequence. Well, it was
on a night about the hour--there again I'm puzzled, it might have been
ten, or eleven, or twelve, o