TALES

OF AN

AMERICAN LANDLORD;

CONTAINING

SKETCHES OF LIFE SOUTH OF THE POTOMAC

"Sit mihi fas audita loqui."-VIRGIL.
What I have heard, permit me to relate.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL. I.

NEW-YORK:

PUBLISHED BY W. B. GILLEY, 92 BROADWAY.

J. SEYMOUR, PRINTER.

AL X336.18

By exchange
(2ools)

Southern District of New-York, ss.

E IT REMEMBERED, That on the sixteenth day of October, in the rica, W. B. Gilley, of the said District, has deposited in this office the title of a Book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit:

"Tales of an American Landlord; containing Sketches of Life South of the Potomac. Sit mihi fas audita loqui.-Virgil. What I have heard, permit me to relate. In two volumes. Vol. I."

In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States, entitled. "An Act for the encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned." And also to an Act, entitled "an Act, supplementary to an Act, entitled an Act for the encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times thereia mentioned, and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints."

JAMES DILL,
Clerk of the Southern District of New-York.

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DR. ERASMUS POREOVERIT, LL. D.

DEAR E.,

In answer to your kind inquiry, as to what I have been doing during the winter, I am to confess to you one of my secret, dark, and midnight actions,-I have written a book! Impossible!' you will exclaim: What, in the name of the seven wonders, can it be about?"

You must remember Tom Lovel, the young lawyer to whom I introduced you, when you were with me last summer. You told me I should exorcise him, (in the words of Sir Topas)-out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this man!-he talketh of nothing but ladies.

Tom is now boarding with an old gentleman of a very singular humour, who once kept a public house in his neighbourhood, and who abounds in stories of 'Auld lang syne;' all these to hear, does Mr. Lovel most seriously incline, and, as time serves, details to me. I propose to call it TALES OF AN AMERICAN LANDLORD. You will be laughed at for your presumption,' I hear you say. Softly, my friend, shall I be read? besides, the ridicule, let it come in what shape