thought, we shall be able to prove, by a chain of incontestable arguments, that, when civilization is carried to its acme, there will be one man polished into a god, and all the rest of the species will be slaves, parasites, and brutes. [To be continued.

Acquisition of Wealth.

It appears to us nearly as hard for him who devotes his time to the acquisition of riches to be perfectly upright and honorable through the whole course of a long life, as for a "camel to go through the eye of a needle." The man who receives a fortune by inheritance has every opportunity to cultivate and cherish his virtuous inclinations; but the man who sets out in life without wealth, is beset by temptations on every side that urge him on to the acquisition of money, by means both illicit and unwarrantable. He sees that property procures pleasure, attention, and respect. He wishes for pleasure: he wishes for a distinguished situation among his species: and in order to obtain things so desirable, he immediately sets about the business of accumulation. If he be able to subdue his love of pleasure, and think proper to take the plain beaten path of industry, he may get rich; but his temper and disposition will be changed. He acquires his wealth with difficulty; and we always love the product of our attention and labor. He is now a rich man; but the finer feelings and nobler sentiments of his mind are absolutely eradicated: that generous disregard of self, and that enthusiasm in the cause of virtue have disappeared.

A fortune is not to be made at once by industry; it is made up by the daily accession of small sums. Small sums, therefore, become an object of importance to the industrious man. He values them highly. And the man who sets a high value on small sums may possibly adhere to the dead letter of honesty; but he has lost that nobility of the heart, for which nothing can be a sufficient compensation. A minute attention to trifles has narrowed and contaminated his mind. He must be shut out from the congregation of those who are clothed in the white raiment of pure unsullied honor: he is unclean.

DISCOVERIES.

"Wist ye not that such a man as I can certainly pawwow?”

OUR violent desire to know what the world had said and were saying about our Savage induced us to have recourse to means for gratifying our curiosity which we never resort to unless on extraordinary occasions.

We once studied the science of powwowing under the celebrated Kaioka. Kaioka was a great man: a priest, a prophet, and magician. He could predict the approach of comets, and the time when our warriors would return from their predatory excursions. He could prevent the rivers from overflowing their banks, and the moles from destroying the corn. He could foretel the event of a war, and interpret the meaning of dreams. He could surround the moon with a circle, and multiply the number of suns. He could charm away the most malignant spirit, and stop the ravages of the most alarming disease. He formed a treaty of friendship with serpents, and cherished the rattlesnake in his bosom. He could bring on darkness at midday, and call down rain from heaven, by his powerful incantations. He acquired an absolute ascendency over the spirits that manage the clouds and those that assist the operations of rivers. The genii of the caves and the inhabitants of the abyss were subjected to his power.

We took a few lessons from this wonderful man, which enables us on extraordinary occasions to dip a little into the invisible world. We can "start a ghost" or rouse a goblin, when there happens to be any necessity for such an exertion; but we generally are content with having recourse to dreams, after having made the necessary preparations.

By this last method we made some highly interesting discoveries concerning our Savage, as will be seen in the sequel.

We fasted and prayed. We took an emetic, and performed the necessary ablutions in the Schuylkill: and then, having burned a few leaves of tobacco to propitiate the spirits of the air, we lay down and slept. In our dream, a terrific form made its appearance. We cannot undertake to satisfy the curiosity of the public, as to the being that we saw in our dream; for of that we are ignorant.

We at first supposed it to be the devil of the civilized world, as he certainly wore on his head something that had the semblance of horns: but, upon the closest inspection, we could perceive nothing that had the appearance of a cloven foot. Upon the whole, we are led to conclude that it must have been some benignant spirit; as no evil one would, we believe, venture to approach us in our purified state. He stalked up with the greatest dignity. His countenance bore the impression of profound wisdom, but mixed with something that had the appearance of contempt for every thing earthly.

We demanded what the literati of the age thought of our Savage.

The literati of the age! repeated he, smiling; not many of them have yet had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with your Savage; and but few of them ever will. Can they whose heads are above the clouds observe the motions of an ant upon a hillock? But there are several other descriptions of readers who are not a little out of humor with the beginning you have made.

I will give you some account of them, and the reception your Savage is likely to meet with from them.

Old Jonathan Longhead, the other day, took up your duodecimo and read a few minutes. He then laid it down, lighted a segar, and leaned back upon his chair immersed in deep thought. After remaining in this attitude for five minutes, he drew the segar from his mouth, and blowing forth the smoke with the greatest deliberation, he uttered the following oracle, " Atheistical and deistical." Should they raise the cry of mad dog against you, you had better be a dog in reality.

Billy Bluster and a few of his associates were mightily taken with the title of your paper. "The Savage! Damn me, Tom! this will be a hell of a thundering paper, hey? Then we shall have for a frontispiece a bloody savage with a ferocious countenance, brandishing his tomahawk and scalping knife-ah! a devil of a fine thing! Then, it will be filled with drinking songs and hellish fine stories. We'll laugh like damnation, hey ()!"

"Do you not suppose, Piomingo, that these brave boys were sadly disappointed by the appearance of your sweetly moving peaceable Savage? Were you capable of pro

ducing pieces of the most finished composition, do you suppose that they would be relished by these children of Comus? Do you suppose that your delicate irony or classical allusions can excite a roar of laughter over the bowl, or call forth the plaudits of the groundlings? Sooner will you charm the deaf adder: sooner will the beasts of the forest dance to your music, or cities ascend to the sound of your lyre! No, no, Piomingo, if you be disposed to please these jovial souls, you must have recourse to Joe Miller's Jest-book and the adventures of Fanny Hill. Would you select some entertaining stories from the last mentioned work, for the edification of your aunt Jenny, I have no doubt but she would procure, for your paper, a hundred subscribers.

Could you hire an enterprising genius to skulk about the city, and see what married men frequent the houses of pollution-what heads of families have been known to kiss pretty chambermaids-what modish ladies have been surprised in delicate situations-what rosy misses have retired to the country on account of indispositionwhat old men have young wives-who were seen abroad at unseasonable hours, or in equivocal places, &c. &c. &c. I say, if you procure an agent to collect anecdotes of this description, and mix them up with sly hints and double entendres, ornamented with a sufficiency of A.s, Z.s, dashes, stars, italics, and double pica, take my word for it, there is no paper in the United States will have so extensive a circulation as yours.

As soon as the welcome carrier throws in the Savage, the scandal-loving dame, with watering teeth, will hasten to draw down her spectacles from her withered forehead, adjust them on her sharppointed nose, and devour the luscious intelligence with more avidity than Amelia Wilhelmina Carolina did the contents of the last novel. And all the little tattling teadrinking misses will crowd round the old lady's chair on their knees, and stretch their pretty necks, open their love-inspiring eyes and kiss-courting mouths, to catch-some, a part of a line, and others, a broken end of a sentence:—while the old gentleman hangs over their shoulders grinning a smile of complacency."

What, can a savage stoop to such baseness? Shall a

headman and warrior of the Muscogulgee confederacy construct and keep in repair a public sewer to convey into the world all the abomination, corruption, and filth, of a populous city? Shall he become common pimp to all the base propensities of human nature? When he shall act thus,

"Be ready Gods, with all your thunderbolts,
"Dash him to pieces!"-

WE are sorry that the infancy of our Savage has been offensive to Solomon Simple. Solomon should recollect that every thing must have a beginning. If we speak of a child, we must not put in his mouth the words of learning or wisdom: such words, for example, as Solomon makes use of when he talks of the military abilities of the archduke Charles, and the consequences of the embargo and nonimportation act. If we speak to a child, we must not pour out those sesquipedalia which Solomon is wont to utter when he delivers his sentiments on the law of nations concerning neutrals and belligerents. There is an old book, which Solomon ought to have some knowledge of, which says, that when one is a child one must "speak as a child, understand as a child, and think as a child." We hope that our Savage, when arrived at years of maturity, will" put away childish things:" and we wish that Solomon would follow his example.

ESQUIRE.

Most of the Indians who live near the frontiers of the United States have become debased and corrupted by their intercourse with the descendents of Europeans. They are contaminated with the vices and infected with the diseases of civilized nations. They have forgotten the heroic exploits of their warlike ancestors. They join no more in the war dance, nor raise the song of victory and triumph. They have lost all national pride and dignity of character; and are to be seen, in a state of beastly intoxication, wallowing in the streets of your frontier villages.