EVE OF SAN-PIETRO.

A TALE

IN THREE VOLUMES.

Ruin from man is most conceal'd when near,
And sends the dreadful tidings in the blow!
Is this the flight of fancy? would it were!
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings, but Himself,
That hideous sight-a NAKED HUMAN HEART!
YOUNG.

You've wrong'd me all, and on you all-but hold-
I form Revenge too mighty to be told!

VOL. I.

OVID'S EPISTLES.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR T. CADELL AND W. DAVIES, STRAND;

BY I, GOLD, SHOE-LANE, FLEET-STREET.

1804.

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THE READER.

UNDER many doubts and apprehensions, does the Author of the following Tale submit it to public inspection, and solicit public indulgence for a first production. Unsanctioned in a Name, unsupported by a Dedication, she "lets it down the Wind, to prey at Fortune;" and while acknowledging that she has zealously endeavoured at success, yet rests her firmest reliance on the candour and generosity of the Reader.

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