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A call to the unconverted, to turn and live
A call to the unconverted, to turn and live; and accept of mercy, while mercy may be had; as they ever would find mercy, in the day of extremity from the living God. / By his unworthy servant, Richard Baxter.
Philadelphia: printed for Matthew Carey, 1795Philadelphia: printed for Mathew Carey, 1795
BOOKS PUBLISHED BY M. CAREY. › —3— Charlotte—A Tale of Truth.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
—3— Charlotte—A Tale of Truth.
A Novel—By Mrs. Rowson, of the New Theatre, Philadelphia—Author of Victoria, the Inquisitor Fille de Chambre, &c.
Extract from the Critical Review, April 1791, p. 468.
It may be a Tale of Truth, for it is not unnatural, and it is a tale of real distress Charlotte by the artifice of a teacher, recommended to a school, from humanity rather than a conviction of her integrity, or the regularity of her former conduct, is enticed from her governess, and accompanies a young officer to America. The marriage ceremony, if not forgotten, is postponed, and Charlotte dies a martyr to the inconstancy of her lover, and the treachery of his friend. The situations are artless and affecting, the descriptions natural and pathetic; we should feel for Charlotte, if such a person ever existed, who for one error, scarcely perhaps deserved so severe a punishment. If it is a fiction, poetic justice is not, we think, properly distributed. Price 75 cents.
It may be a Tale of Truth, for it is not unnatural, and it is a tale of real distress Charlotte by the artifice of a teacher, recommended to a school, from humanity rather than a conviction of her integrity, or the regularity of her former conduct, is enticed from her governess, and accompanies a young officer to America. The marriage ceremony, if not forgotten, is postponed, and Charlotte dies a martyr to the inconstancy of her lover, and the treachery of his friend. The situations are artless and affecting, the descriptions natural and pathetic; we should feel for Charlotte, if such a person ever existed, who for one error, scarcely perhaps deserved so severe a punishment. If it is a siction, poetic justice is not, we think, properly distributed. Price 75 cents.