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# DEDICATION ## Overview This is the dedication page from the novel [Israel Potter: His Fifty Years of Exile](arke:01KG8AJ76S23Z6FF7SMFEB4N3X) by Herman Melville, extracted from the file [israel_potter.txt](arke:01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW). It is part of the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. The dedication is addressed to the Bunker-Hill Monument and was written on June 17th, 1854. It appears after the [Introduction](arke:01KG8AJHFG2FF72NJPYPHFKDPF) and before the [Table of Contents](arke:01KG8AJHFHGVMT6J7DT3SXY5EY) in the novel. ## Context The dedication serves as a preface to the story of Israel Potter, a Bunker Hill private. Melville positions the Bunker Hill Monument as the "Great Biographer" of the anonymous soldiers of the battle, seeing it as a national commemorator. He presents the work as a tribute to both Israel Potter and the monument itself. ## Contents The dedication explains Melville's approach to the narrative, stating that it is based on a "tattered copy" of an earlier, obscure autobiographical account of Israel Potter's life. Melville acknowledges expanding upon the original account with historical and personal details. He emphasizes his commitment to portraying the "hard fortunes" of his hero without embellishment or "poetical justice," even at the expense of a gloomy ending. The dedication concludes with congratulations to the Bunker-Hill Monument on the anniversary of the battle.

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DEDICATION TO HIS HIGHNESS THE Bunker-Hill Monument Biography, in its purer form, confined to the ended lives of the true and brave, may be held the fairest meed of human virtue—one given and received in entire disinterestedness—since neither can the biographer hope for acknowledgment from the subject, nor the subject at all avail himself of the biographical distinction conferred. Israel Potter well merits the present tribute—a private of Bunker Hill, who for his faithful services was years ago promoted to a still deeper privacy under the ground, with a posthumous pension, in default of any during life, annually paid him by the spring in ever-new mosses and sward. I am the more encouraged to lay this performance at the feet of your Highness, because, with a change in the grammatical person, it preserves, almost as in a reprint, Israel Potter’s autobiographical story. Shortly after his return in infirm old age to his native land, a little narrative of his adventures, forlornly published on sleazy gray paper, appeared among the peddlers, written, probably, not by himself, but taken down from his lips by another. But like the crutch-marks of the cripple by the Beautiful Gate, this blurred record is now out of print. From a tattered copy, rescued by the merest chance from the rag-pickers, the present account has been drawn, which, with the exception of some expansions, and additions of historic and personal details, and one or two shiftings of scene, may, perhaps, be not unfitly regarded something in the light of a dilapidated old tombstone retouched. Well aware that in your Highness’ eyes the merit of the story must be in its general fidelity to the main drift of the original narrative, I forbore anywhere to mitigate the hard fortunes of my hero; and particularly towards the end, though sorely tempted, durst not substitute for the allotment of Providence any artistic recompense of poetical justice; so that no one can complain of the gloom of my closing chapters more profoundly than myself. Such is the work, and such, the man, that I have the honor to present to your Highness. That the name here noted should not have appeared in the volumes of Sparks, may or may not be a matter for astonishment; but Israel Potter seems purposely to have waited to make his, popular advent under the present exalted patronage, seeing that your Highness, according to the definition above, may, in the loftiest sense, be deemed the Great Biographer: the national commemorator of such of the anonymous privates of June 17, 1775, who may never have received other requital than the solid reward of your granite. Your Highness will pardon me, if, with the warmest ascriptions on this auspicious occasion, I take the liberty to mingle my hearty congratulations on the recurrence of the anniversary day we celebrate, wishing your Highness (though indeed your Highness be somewhat prematurely gray) many returns of the same, and that each of its summer’s suns may shine as brightly on your brow as each winter snow shall lightly rest on the grave of Israel Potter. Your Highness’ Most devoted and obsequious, THE EDITOR. JUNE 17th, 1854.

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