My way is ever to point out to the curious, different tracts of investigation, to come at the first springs of the events I tell;—not with a pedantic Fescue,8—or in the decisive Manner of Tacitus,9 who outwits himself and his reader;—but with the officious humility of a heart devoted to the assistance merely of the inquisitive;–to them I write,——and by them I shall be read,——if any such reading as this could be supposed to hold out so long, to the very end of the world.