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Evelina: Or, the History of a Young Lady's Entrance Into The World (1778) by Frances Burney is a groundbreaking romantic satire and first novel, the classic story of an eighteenth century innocent young lady's first appearance in London society and the picaresque dangers that ensue.

Our heroine Evelina must navigate social engagements, resist


Evelina: Or, the History of a Young Lady's Entrance Into The World (1778) by Frances Burney is a groundbreaking romantic satire and first novel, the classic story of an eighteenth century innocent young lady's first appearance in London society and the picaresque dangers that ensue.

Our heroine Evelina must navigate social engagements, resist scoundrels, and find true love in the form of the attractive and honorable Lord Orville.

This edition includes a new engaging introduction by Susan Franzblau.

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By Frances Burney

Kessinger Publishing

Copyright © 2004 Frances Burney
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781419118685

Volume I

Oh author of my being!-far more dear
To me than light, than nourishment, or rest,
Hygieia’s blessings, Rapture’s burning tear,
Or the life blood that mantles in my breast!

If in my heart the love of Virtue glows,
’T was planted there by an unerring rule;
From thy example the pure flame arose,
Thy life, my precept-thy good works, my school.

Could my weak pow’rs thy num’rous virtues trace,
By filial love each fear should be repress’d;
The blush of Incapacity I’d chace,
And stand, recorder of thy worth, confess’d:

But since my niggard stars that gift refuse,
Concealment is the only boon I claim;
Obscure be still the unsuccessful Muse,
Who cannot raise, but would not sink, thy fame.

Oh! of my life at once the source and joy!
If e’er thy eyes these feeble lines survey,
Let not their folly their intent destroy;
Accept the tribute-but forget the lay.

To the Authors of the Monthly and Critical Reviews
The liberty which I take in addressing to You the trifling production of a few idle hours, will, doubtless, move your wonder, and, probably, your contempt. I will not, however, with the futility of apologies,intrude upon your time, but briefly acknowledge the motives of my temerity: lest, by a premature exercise of that patience which I hope will befriend me, I should lessen its benevolence, and be accessary to my own condemnation.

Without name, without recommendation, and unknown alike to success and disgrace, to whom can I so properly apply for patronage, as to those who publicly profess themselves Inspectors of all literary performances?

The extensive plan of your critical observations,-which, not confined to works of utility or ingenuity, is equally open to those of frivolous amusement,-and yet worse than frivolous dullness,-encourages me to seek for your protection, since,-perhaps for my sins!-it entitles me to your annotations. To resent, therefore, this offering, however insignificant, would ill become the universality of your undertaking, though not to despise it may, alas! be out of your power.

The language of adulation, and the incense of flattery, though the natural inheritance, and constant resource, from time immemorial, of the Dedicator, to me offer nothing but the wistful regret that I dare not invoke their aid. Sinister views would be imputed to all I could say; since, thus situated, to extol your judgement, would seem the effect of art, and to celebrate your impartiality, be attributed to suspecting it.

As Magistrates of the press, and Censors for the public,-to which you are bound by the sacred ties of integrity to exert the most spirited impartiality, and to which your suffrages should carry the marks of pure, dauntless, irrefragable truth-to appeal for your MERCY, were to solicit your dishonour; and therefore,-though ’tis sweeter than frankincense,-more grateful to the senses than all the odorous perfumes of Arabia,-and though It droppeth like the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath, I court it not! to your justice alone I am entitled, and by that I must abide. Your engagements are not to the supplicating author, but to the candid public, which will not fail to crave
The penalty and forfeit of your bond.

No hackneyed writer, inured to abuse, and callous to criticism, here braves your severity;-neither does a half-starv’d garretteer, Oblig’d by hunger-and request of friends,-implore your lenity: your examination will be alike unbiassed by partiality and prejudice:-no refractory murmuring will follow your censure, no private interest be gratified by your praise.

Let not the anxious solicitude with which I recommend myself to your notice, expose me to your derision. Remember, Gentlemen, you were all young writers once, and the most experienced veteran of your corps, may, by recollecting his first publication, renovate his first terrors, and learn to allow for mine. For, though Courage is one of the noblest virtues of this nether sphere, and, though scarcely more requisite in the field of battle, to guard the fighting hero from disgrace, than in the private commerce of the world, to ward off that littleness of soul which leads, by steps imperceptible, to all the base train of the inferior passions, and by which the too timid mind is betrayed into a servility derogatory to the dignity of human nature; yet is it a virtue of no necessity in a situation such as mine; a situation which removes, even from cowardice itself, the sting of
ignominy;-for surely that courage may easily be dispensed with, which would rather excite disgust than admiration! Indeed, it is the peculiar privilege of an author, to rob terror of contempt, and pusillanimity of reproach.

Here let me rest,-and snatch myself, while I yet am able, from the fascination of Egotism,-a monster who has more votaries than ever did homage to the most popular deity of antiquity; and whose singular quality is, that while he excites a blind and involuntary adoration in almost every individual, his influence is universally disallowed, his power universally contemned, and his worship, even by his followers, never mentioned but with abhorrence.

In addressing you jointly, I mean but to mark the generous sentiments by which liberal criticism, to the utter annihilation of envy, jealousy, and all selfish views, ought to be distinguished.


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Meet the Author

Daughter of famed Music Historian, Charles Burney, Fanny Burney became a literary sensation soon after she released her first book, Evelina, in 1778. Although Evelina was first published anonymously, Miss Burney's identity as the author was soon discovered, coming as a surprise even to her father. She became second keeper of the robes for Queen Charlotte starting in 1786, and then in 1793, met and married the French émigré, General D'Arblay. Fanny chronicled her long life in her Journals and Letters, which have been preserved and reprinted various times (recently, by McGill-Queen's University Press). Fanny Burney's novels were known and admired by Jane Austen, Napoleon and Edmund Burke alike. Fanny Burney was born in Norfolk, England, in 1752 and died in London in 1840.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I bought this book because I read Frances Burney was a favorite Author of Jane Austens and I enjoyed reading Austen's Novels. I ended up reading thisbook in one sitting- I couldn't put it down. The book is written as correspondence between several people, but mostly between Evelina and her guardian. I believe when the story starts she is just 16 or 17. She goes to visit London and finds herself in a series of awkward situations because she is so young and inexperienced. She also finds herself in some truly mortifying situations because some of her relatives are just to ignorant to know any better. What makes the book so enjoyable isn't really what is happening - although alot is happening, its the way the author tells the story and makes the characters come to life. The book is intelligent and funny. Burney manages to acqaint the reader with people, manners, and morals of Evelina's world with such skill that even 200 years later, a person can't help but care, hope, and understand.
Charlotte_2010 More than 1 year ago
Evelina is a young woman entering the turbulent world of London and the ton. Realistic, fascinating, and touching, this novel is a wonderful read. I personally feel that Frances Burney is a superior author to Jane Austen. I would recommend this novel to anyone who loves to read, especially those who enjoy classics.
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The_Felicitous_Readings More than 1 year ago
MOVE ASIDE JANE AUSTEN!! - This was a small novel written by Frances Burney, then called Fanny, that she feared would never be published or read. It should not be overlooked! It is written as a collection of letters from main character to main character about one young woman's introduction into society, Evelina. She is young and beautiful and has been a victim to harsh injustices yet is unmared and unblemished and has remained protected and innocent by protection from her adoptive father. How will she cope in London Society? What prospective marriage match can an illegitemate daughter make when her own father and grandmother refuse to acknowledge her birthright? Its wonderful!
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