THE

WEPT OF WISH-TON-WISH.

A TALE.

BY

J. FENIMORE COOPER.

"But she is dead to him, to all;
Her lute hangs silent on the wall,
And on the stairs, and at the door,
Her fairy step is heard no more.”

ROGERS.

NEW YORK:

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,

1892.

KE 7509

HARVARD
UNIVERSITY
LIBRARY

Entered, according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1861, bv

W. A. TOWNSEND AND COMPANY,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York

THE REV. J. R. C.,

OF

****** PENNSYLVANIA.

THE kind and disinterested manner in which you have furnished the materials of the following tale, merits a public acknowledgment. As your reluctance to appear before the world, however, imposes a restraint, you must receive such evidence of gratitude as your own prohibition will allow.

Notwithstanding there are so many striking and deeply interesting events in the early history of those from whom you derive your being, yet are there hundreds of other families in this country, whose traditions, though less accurately and minutely preserved than the little narrative you have submitted to my inspection, would supply the materials of many moving tales. You have every reason to exult in your descent, for, surely, if any man may claim to be a citizen and a proprietor in the Union, it is one, that, like yourself, can point to a line of ancestors, whose origin is lost in the obscurity of time. You are truly an American. In your eyes, we of a brief century or two must appear as little more than denizens quite recently admitted to the privilege of a residence. That you may continue to enjoy peace and happiness, in that land where your fathers so long flourished, is the sincere wish of your cbliged friend.