has been said that where there is no sense of danger, there no danger need be feared; so the writer of this
Autobiography ventures, despite any array of critics, to present the sketch of his life to a public whose
indulgence he craves. He claims no merit for literary workmanship, but solely for truth and candour, and in
those respects his book cannot be excelled. As understood by the writer of this preface, the aim of the work
has been twofold, namely, to leave to a large circle of cherished friends, acquaintances, and relatives the exact
memorials of a life marked by more than an...