_To the one who, reading, may fancy-- With a kindly thought for me-- There's a grain of gold in its driftings, I dedicate this "Debris."_ The waif is born of emergency, and timidly launched on the rough sea of opinion. Critic, touch it gently; it assumes nothing--has nothing to assume; and your scalpel can only pain its AUTHOR…
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