DEDICATION.

TO THE

YOUNGER SONS OF ENGLAND.

OF

ELLOW-SUFFERERS,

I dedicate the following

pages to you to you, who are not the dandified philanthropists called "Young England," but the unhappy Pariahs y'clept the "younger sons" of Old England

because the subject of which

these pages profess to treat, is one in which you, of all men, must feel the greatest interest.

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To you, then, melancholy victims of “ primogeniture”—holocausts offered up at the shrine of that monstrous Juggernaut, an "Eldest Brother"-to you, penniless phantoms, that haunt the dreams of fashionable mothers-to you, "the Detrimentals" of Great Britain, be the labours of a brother Detrimental inscribed. Many of you have been "clothed in fine linen, and fared sumptuously," for a time—and then, when every whim, when every passion has grown invincible from indulgence, you have been cast out into the world, to get your living-and what a living!—by the drudgery of a profession." Some of you have eaten your way to the Bar, and added to the interminable list of briefless barristers; some have lounged for years in the idle dulness of the barracks; and others have played their little parts on a village stage, as Reverend dispensers of coals and consolation, to aged ladies in scarlet cloaks. Some, again, have dared the shoals of a London life, and achieved the perilous distinction of "the

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