Fanny Burney - Regency Romance Classics – Fanny Burney Collection

Frances Burney

e-artnow, 2022

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EAN 4066338123046

Evelina

Cecilia

Camilla

The Wanderer

Fanny Burney by Austin Dobson

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Preface

Chapter 1. Lady Howard to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 2. Mr. Villars to Lady Howard

Chapter 3. Lady Howard to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 4. Mr. Villars to Lady Howard

Chapter 5. Mr. Villars to Lady Howard

Chapter 6. Lady Howard to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 7. Lady Howard to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 8. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 9. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 10. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 11. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 12. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 13. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 14. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 15. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 16. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 17. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 18. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 19. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 20. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 21. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 22. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 23. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 24. Mr Villars to Evelina

Chapter 25. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 26. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 27. Lady Howard to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 28. Mr Villars to Lady Howard

Chapter 29. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 30. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 31. Lady Howard to Sir John Belmont, Bart

Chapter 32. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 33. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 34. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 35. Sir John Belmont to Lady Howard

Chapter 36. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 37. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 38. Mr. Villars to Lady Howard

Chapter 39. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 40. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 41. Evelina to Miss Mirvan

Chapter 42. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 43. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 44. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 45. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 46. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 47. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 48. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 49. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 50. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 51. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 52. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 53. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 54. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 55. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 56. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 57. Evelina to Miss Mirvan

Chapter 58. Evelina to Miss Mirvan

Chapter 59. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 60. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 61. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 62. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 63. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 64. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 65. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 66. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 67. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 68. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 69. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 70. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 71. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 72. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 73. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 74. Lady Belmont to Sir John Belmont

Chapter 75. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

Chapter 76. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 77. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 78. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 79. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 80. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 81. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 82. Evelina in Continuation

Chapter 83. Mr. Villars to Evelina

Chapter 84. Evelina to the Rev. Mr. Villars

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Oh, Author of my being! — far more dear

To me than light, than nourishment, or rest,

Hygeia’s blessings, Rapture’s burning tear,

Or the life-blood that mantles in my breast!

If in my heart the love of Virtue glows,

’T was planted there by an unerring rule;

From thy example the pure flame arose,

Thy life, my precept — thy good works, my school.

Could my weak pow’rs thy num’rous virtues trace,

By filial love each fear should be repress’d,

The blush of Incapacity I’d chace,

And stand, Recorder of thy worth, confess’d:

But since my niggard stars that gift refuse,

Concealment is the only boon I claim;

Obscure be still the unsuccessful Muse,

Who cannot raise, but would not sink, thy fame.

Oh! of my life at once the source and joy!

If e’er thy eyes these feeble lines survey,

Let not their folly their intent destroy;

Accept the tribute — but forget the lay.

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Gentlemen, The liberty which I take in addressing to you the trifling production of a few idle hours, will doubtless move your wonder, and probably your contempt. I will not, however, with the futility of apologies, intrude upon your time, but briefly acknowledge the motives of my temerity; lest, by a premature exercise of that patience which I hope will befriend me, I should lessen its benevolence, and be accessary to my own condemnation.

Without name, without recommendation, and unknown alike to success and disgrace, to whom can I so properly apply for patronage, as to those who publicly profess themselves Inspectors of all literary performances?

The extensive plan of your critical observations — which, not confined to works of utility or ingenuity, is equally open to those of frivolous amusement — and, yet worse than frivolous, dullness — encourages me to seek for your protection, since — perhaps for my sins! — it intitles me to your annotations. To resent, therefore, this offering, however insignificant, would ill become the universality of your undertaking; though not to despise it may, alas! be out of your power.

The language of adulation, and the incense of flattery, though the natural inheritance, and constant resource, from time immemorial, of the Dedicator, to me offer nothing but the wistful regret that I dare not invoke their aid. Sinister views would be imputed to all I could say; since, thus situated, to extol your judgment, would seem the effect of art, and to celebrate your impartiality, be attributing to suspecting it.

As magistrates of the press, and Censors for the public — to which you are bound by the sacred ties of integrity to exert the most spirited impartiality, and to which your suffrages should carry the marks of pure, dauntless, irrefragable truth — to appeal to your MERCY, were to solicit your dishonour; and therefore — though ’tis sweeter than frankincense — more grateful to the senses than all the odorous perfumes of Arabia — and though

It droppeth like the gentle rain from heaven

Upon the place beneath —

I court it not! to your justice alone I am intitled, and by that I must abide. Your engagements are not to the supplicating authors; but to the candid public, which will not fail to crave

The penalty and forfeit of your bond.

No hackneyed writer, inured to abuse, and callous to criticism, here braves your severity; — neither does a half-starved garretteer,