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of Lexington in "75; on Bunker's heights, beside the gallant Warren, he taught the "proud ursurpers" that Yankees were born to be free; on the plains of Abraham he saw the brave Montgomery fall." "O what a fall was there, my countrymen;" "in my presence," said he," at Trenton, nine hundred Hessians found that they hadcotch'd a Tartar.'" He then spoke of the blessings of our republican government; he would sacrifice his fortune and his life to support it; he exhorted his followers to fight "for God and their country"—" if you fall (said he) you fall gloriously;
"Sweet sleep the brave, who for their country die ;" though slumbering in the silent dust with Warren, Pike, and the other heroes who have gone before you, you will be ever remembered by your grateful countrymen ; your names will be inscribed in letters lasting as time, in the highest annals of fame, and the historic page will transmit to the latest posterity the record of your gallant exploits."
He then adverted to the disasters of our armies on the western frontier; he spoke of the treachery of a Hull at Malden, and the cowardice of a Dearborn at York; "and now," he exclaimed, with all the ardour of youthful ambition, "now is the time to retrieve the character of the American arm!"
At this moment, the invincibles of "old ocean's mistress," were seen riding majestic over the foaming billows of the Atlantic. 66 Behold," says the aged veteran, "the enemies of your country are before you; charge well your weapons of death; if they fall within your reach, "cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war;" then my brave boys, retreat," and hobbling off, he added, 66 as I'm a little lame, I think I'll start now !"
III. INTERIOR OF THE EARTH.*
MEN are so apt to laugh at what they do not understand, that we have ceased to wonder at those, who in ridiculing captain Symmes's theory of concentric circles, did not recollect, or did not know, that the hypothesis is coequal with the very first essays in geological science. The novelty is not in the captain's opinion, but in his attempt to prove it by experiment to be founded in philosophical truth.
For this purpose, he, with characteristic simplicity, has solicited the legislature of the United States for public aid. His object is, it must be confessed, rather profound; but certainly not more foreign in its nature, (though, if successful, infinitely more interesting in its consequences) than the expeditions of the British to the northern pivot of the earth-the Arctic pole. We live in an age of experiments, and only lack confidence in ourselves, to perfect and bring to light many things only dreamed of in the old philosophy. We are also rather inclined to undervalue our own efforts; for had the proposition come from an European instead of an American philosopher, we doubt whether so large a share of ridicule would have been attached to its advocate.
Captain Symmes is a gentleman of considerable science, not in the knowledge of man, but in the heavens and earth. 1. He believes with Newton and Halley, that there is a concave to this globe of ours-there is nothing strange in this. 2. Proceeding on the axiom that nothing is created in vain, and that all space is filled with intelligent beings, he, (ex consequencia) believes that the concentric circle (or circles) within the earth must be inhabited-there is nothing in this, contrary to sound philosophy. 3. He wishes to embark on a voyage of discovery to one or other of the polar regions, and, as his pecuniary means are inadequate, he solicits the aid
*Capt Symmes's Theory of the Earth, and the perseverance with which he has solicited the means to enable him to illustrate it, are too well known to require a note explanatory of this article. Ep.
of the most enlightened government upon earth--this is also quite natural. 4. Arrived at the extremities of the earth, it is his intention to penetrate at least to the first layer of this Oneirocephalus, or Pericles-like globe of ours-there is surely nothing strange in this-yes; there is something in it rather strange and out of the way.
It is very obvious that an enthusiast in science, a man of cool and collected bravery, and a perfect mathematician, such as captain Symmes, when he theorised upon the subject, was perfectly prudent; but when he proposed to test its truth, did a thing which argued no great knowledge of wordly affairs, and particularly of the characters of the men, called members of congress. Yet, for the honour of philosophy, we find that one member has been chivalric enough to offer his petition for assistance from the government, towards this subterranean expedition.
That two vessels, of two hundred and fifty or three hundred tons, should be fitted out for such an expedition would be rather unlooked for at present, when the Mexican gulf abounds with pirates, and when the cap ture of these pirates is a matter so much more feasible, than exploring the interior of the globe. Yet, if captain Symmes were to succeed in discovering the various layers of our onion, he would only be reducing to demonstration the opinions of sir Isaac Newton, and of Dr. Halley, which you may read and digest (if you can) in a book called the "Universal Planespheres." Should the captain, on the contrary, fail, he falls with the greatest philosophers and cosmographers of the last three centuries. That space is never wasted, is an axiom, not only of natural philosophy, but of common sense and natural religion. And why not the inhabitants of this globe reside on a shell, as well as on a solid? The vraisemblance of the proposition appears to us quite admissible; the only difficulty will be in looking into the matter.
After all, captain Symmes may still discover something. In seeking for the ends of the earth, which the British have been seeking for years past; he may, perhaps, find some of its features, never before seen by
mortal eye. In chasing a phantom he may hit upon a reality; in searching for the unknowable (to use a term of Bacon's) he may discover what has been hitherto unknown; some new island, some undiscovered sea, some northwest-by-north passage, or inlet, some phenomena of nature, some inhabitants of the polar regions, nay, even the poles themselves. Let us not adhere so closely to the sordid doctrine-"all for gain, and nothing for grace." Look at past enterprizes; Columbus went in search of a short passage to the East Indies; he found it not-but he discovered a NEW WORLD! If captain Symmes should sally forth, 'tis true he may fail, but the discomfiture will be his own; his imagination will have deceived him; but if he succeed in enlarging the boundaries of geographical knowledge, the glory will belong to the American government and nation. Who knows but we are still destined to plant the sacred standard of the stars and stripes upon the axle-tree of the earth-a new constellation, flaming beneath the northern Bear!
I AM in great distress, and am in danger of losing my personal identity. I have been troubled from childhood with a short memory, which is the more unfortunate, as I am blessed with a long name--George Alexander Edward Ezekiel Benyowski. I was yesterday lamenting to a friend, who has made great improvements in the fashionable art of Mnemonics (I am not sure that I remember the word right) that I could not always recollect the precise order in which my baptismal names were arranged. Courage! says he, nothing is easier than to fix it forever. Come with me into the yard. 1 accordingly attended him, with eager impatience, to learn the art of remembering my name. You see this pump, continued he, extending his hand towards it; the first thing that strikes your eye, is the shaft; I name that George; you next perceive the handle; I call that
Alexander; the spear I connect with Edward; when you look at the nose you will think of Ezekiel; and the water will remind you of Benyowski. Think of them always in this order-the shaft, handle, spear, nose and water, and you will never forget your name. The association is fixed forever. I was so delighted with the scheme, that after thanking him many times for communicating it, I spent the rest of the day in repeating shaft, George; handle, Alexander, &c. through all the associations in regular order. Upon going to bed, I fell asleep at once, from absolute exhaustion, and passed the night in dreaming of pumps, and aqueducts, and fire-engines. Thus far, all went well; but this morning came my troubles. I rose at early dawn, and hastened down stairs to visit my beloved pump. I came over the back stairs, that I might not disturb the family, and opening the back-door, the first thing I saw was the handle of the pump! ALEXANDER ! said I, and began pumping with all my might. Presently the spear shewed itself at the top of the pump-Huzza! for EDWARD! I exclaimed, and continued pumping. The servant had wrapped a piece of old carpet round the pump, last evening, to prevent the water from freezing; and I did not perceive that the nose was stopped up, until the water came over the top of the pump and drenched me sadly I consoled myself with remembering that water meant BENYOWSKI; and proceeded to uncover the shaft that reminded me of my first name, GEORGE. I then stepped round and unstopped the nose, exclaiming, in a melancholy tone, Ezekiel !
The association is fired forever! and I must subscribe myself, in all tribulation,
Your topsy-turvy friend,
ALEXANDER EDWARD BENYOWSKI GEORGE EZEKIEL !
V. ART OF RISING.
[From the same.]
THERE is scarcely a subject more interesting in this country, where the "favours of popularity" can be sought by all, with hope of success, than the ways and