The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling, First Edition (1749)
The
History
of
Tom Jones,
a
Foundling.
In six volumes.
By Henry Fielding, Esq;
Mores hominium multorum vidit.
London:
Printed for A. Millar, over-against
Catharine-street in the Strand.
Mdccxlix.
The Reader is desired to correct the following
errata.
VOL. I. Page 11, line 25. for was read had. p. 52, l. 18, dele that. p. 57, l. 12. for Military read Militant. p. 60, l. 6. for this read it. p. 68, l. 14. read what it. p. 99, l. 12. for bore read borne. p. 151, l. 10 for seventeen read nineteen. p. 209, l. 15. for he could read could.
VOL. II. Page 29, l. 14. read twenty. p. 86, l. 13. read whipped at. p. 195, l. 24. dele on. p. 230, l. 21. for these read they. p. 273, l. 16. for bore read borne. p. 289, l. 4. for Wrath read wroth. p. 306, l. 22. for suffered read induced.
VOL. III. Page 19, l. 10, dele that. p. 27, l. 28. read as he never concealed this Hatred. p. 40, l. 10. for satisfied read convinced. p. 57, l. 26. read preserves and requires. p. 134, l. 2. profligate. p. 274, l. 21. for those read they. p. 277, l. 21. read Affronts. p. 294, l. 16. read Louage. p. 307, l. 8. dele Doomsday Book, or. p. 330, l. 14. read came. p. 348, l. 12. put a Comma only after charming.
VOL. IV. Page 35, l. 1. read pricked up. p. 90, l. 20. read they are effected, l. 25. dele such. p. 91, l. 3. for Cash read Gold. p. 110, l. 12. for our read old. p. 111, l. 22. for which read and. p. 120, l. 1. dele Comma after not. p. 122, l. 8. dele by. p. 169, l. 27. read think it material. l. 28. dele so. p. 179, l. 3. for its read her. p. 185, l. 14. read the Truth, of this Degree of Suspicion I believe. l. 23. for who read which. p. 193, l. 11. for Crime read Shame, p. 211, l. 16. for nor read and. p. 231, l. 13. for by read for. p. 235, l. 20. for risen read raised. p. 270, l. 9. read Lalagen. p. 294, l. 13. for Alternative read Alteration.
VOL. V. Page 66, l. 20. for Cannister read Miller. p. 113, l. 1. read Characters. p. 172, l. 6. read existing. p. 181, l. 6. for in read on, p. 182, l. 11. read bringing her into. p. 223, l. 12. dele not. p. 249, l. 25. read sat. p. 251, l. 27. read two or three. p. 263, l. 20. read Lady. p. 272, l. 12. dele that. p. 274, l. 10. dele as. p. 282, l. 11. for for read on. l. 25. read over. p. 283, l. 9. read in his Way.
Sir,
Notwithstanding your constant Refusal, when I have asked Leave to prefix your Name to this Dedication, I must still insist on my Right to desire your Protection of this work.
To you, Sir, it is owing that this History was ever begun. It was by your Desire that I first thought of such a Composition. So many Years have since past, that you may have, perhaps, forgotten this Circumstance: But your Desires are to me in the Nature of Commands; and the Impression of them is never to be erased from my Memory.
Again, Sir, without your Assistance this History had never been completed. Be not sartled at the Assertion. I do not intend to draw on you the Suspicion of being a Romance Writer. I mean no more than that I partly owe to you my Existence during great part of the Time which I have employed in composing it: another Matter which is may be necessary to remind you of: since there are certain Actions of which you are apt to be extremely forgetful: but of these I hope I shall always have a better Memory than yourself.
Lasly, it is owing to you that the History appears what it now is. If there be in this Work, as some have been pleased to say, a stronger Picture of a truly benevolent Mind than is to be found in any other, who that knows you, and a particular Acquaintance of yours, will doubt whence that Benevolence hath been copied? The World will not, I believe, make me the Compliment of thinking I took it from myself. I care not: This they shall own, that the two Persons from whom I have taken it, that is to say, two of the best and worthiest Men in the World, are strongly and zealously my Friends. I might be contented with this, and yet my Vanity will add a third to the Number; and him one of the greatest and noblest, not only in his Rank, but in every public and private Virtue. But here whilst my Gratitude for the princely Benefactions of the Duke of Bedford bursts from my Heart, you must forgive my reminding you, that it was you who first recommended me to the Notice of my Benefactor.
And what are your Objections to the Allowance of the Honour which I have sollicited? Why, you have commended the book so warmly, that you should be ashamed of reading your Name before the Dedication. Indeed, Sir, if the Book itself doth not make you ashamed of your Commendations, nothing that I can here write will, or ought. I am not to give up my Right to your Protection and Patronage, because you have commended my Book: For though I acknowledge so many Obligations to you, I do not add this to the Number; in which Friendship, I am convinced, hath so little Share: Since that can neither biass your Judgment, nor pervert your Integrity. An Enemy may at any Time obtain your Commendation by only deserving it; and the utmost which the Faults of your Friends can hope for is your Silence; or, perhaps, if too severely accused, your gentle Palliation.
In short, Sir, I suspect, that your Dislike of public Praise is your true Objection to granting my Request. I have observed, that you have, in common with my two other Friends, an Unwillingness to hear the least Mention of your own Virtues; that, as a great Poet says of one of you, (he might justly have said it of all three) you
If Men of this Disposition are as careful to shun Applause, as others are to escape Censure, how just must be your Apprehension of your Character falling into my Hands; since what would not a Man have Reason to dread, if attacked by an Author who had received from him Injuries equal to my Obligations to you!
And will not this Dread of Censure increase in Proportion to the Matter which a Man is consious of having afforded for it? If his Whole Life, for Instance, should have been one continued Subject of Satire, he may well tremble when an incensed Satyrist takes him in Hand. Now, Sir, if we apply this to your modest Aversion to Panegyric, how reasonable will your Fears of me appear!
Yet surely you might have gratified my Ambition, from this single Confidence, that I shall always prefer the Indulgence of your Inclinations to the Satisfaction of my own. A very strong Instance of which I shall give you in this Address; in which I am determined to follow the Example of all other Dedicators, and will consider not what my Patron really deserves to have written, but what he will be best pleased to read.
Without further Preface then, I here present you with the Labours of some Years of my Life. What Merit these Labours have is already known to yourself. If, from your favourable Judgment, I have conceived some Esteem for them, it cannot be imputed to Vanity; since I should have agreed as implicitly to your Opinion, had it been given in Favour of any other Man‘s Production. Negatively, at least, I may be allowed to say, that had I been sensible of any great Demerit in the Work, you are the last Person to whose Protection I would have ventured to recommmend it.
From the Name of my Patron, indeed, I hope my Reader will be convinced, at his very Entrance on this work, that he will find in the whole Course of it nothing prejudicial to the Cause of Religion and Virtue; nothing inconsistent with the strictest Rules of Decency, nor which can offend even the chastest Eye in the Perusal. On the contrary, I declare, that to recommend Goodness and Innocence hath been my sincere Endeavour in this History. This honest Purpose you have been pleased to think I have attained: And to say the Truth, it is likeliest to be attained in Books of this Kind; for an Example is a Kind of Picture, in which Virtue becomes as it were an Object of Sight, and strikes us with an Idea of that Loveliness, which Plato asserts there is in her naked Charms.
Besides displaying that Beauty of Virtue which may attract the Admiration of Mankind, I have attempted to engage a stronger Motive to Human Action in her Favour, by convincing Men, that their true Interest directs them to a Pursuit of her. For this Purpose I have shewn, that no Acquisitions of Guilt can compensate the Loss of that solid inward Comfort of Mind, which is the sure Companion of Innocence and Virtue; nor can in the least balance the Evil of that Horror and Anxiety which, in their Room, Guilt introduces into our Bosoms. And again, that as these Acquisitions are in themselves generally worthless, so are the Means to attain them not only base and infamous, but at best incertain, and always full of Danger. Lastly, I have endeavoured strongly to inculcate, that Virtue and Innocence can scarce ever be injured but by Indiscretion; and that it is this alone which often betrays them into the Snares that Deceit and Villainy spread for them. A Moral which I have the more industriously laboured, as the teaching of it is, of all others, the likeliest to be attended with Success; since, I believe, it is much easier to make good Men wise, than to make bad Men good.
For these Purposes I have employed all the Wit and Humour of which I am Master in the following History; wherein I have endeavoured to laugh Mankind out of their favourite Follies and Vices. How far I have succeeded in this good Attempt, I shall submit to the candid Reader, with only two Requests: First, That he will not expect to find Perfection in this Work; and Secondly, That he will excuse some Parts of it, if they fall short of that little Merit which I hope may appear in others.
I will detain you, Sir, no longer. Indeed I have run into a Preface, while I professed to write a Dedication. But how can it be otherwise? I dare not praise you; and the only Means I know of to avoid it, when you are in my Thoughts, are either to be entirely silent, or to turn my Thoughts to some other Subject.
Pardon, therefore, what I have said in this Epistle, not only without your Consent, but absolutely against it; and give me at least Leave, in this public Manner, to declare, that I am, with the highest Respect and Gratitude,
Henry Fielding.