In view of the fact that I have received many tiresome and even carping letters from the more captious critics of this child of my brain, I feel in justice to myself and Miss Macnaughtan that it is incumbent upon me to protest, in no measured terms, against what is not only an organised opposition and a pusillanimous display of superficial egotism, but a dirty trick. I have been taunted with my inaccuracies; I have been called a fool; an idiot; an uneducated dolt; and an illiterate cow! This is far from kind, and I resent it. My concentrated researches prove these memoirs to be absolutely accurate in every historical detail. I refute utterly these criticisms, fostered by naught but the basest jealousy. My parents and other relatives consider the book excellent.