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MONTHLY ANTHOLOGY, ,
SKETCHES AND REPORTS OF PHILOSOPHY, RELIGION, HISTORY,
ARTS, AND MANNERS.
EDITED BY A SOCIETY OF GENTLEMEN.
Omnes undique flosculos carpam atque delibem.
PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY T. B. WAIT AND CO.
THE ADDRESS OF THE EDITORS.
s we have only one opportunity in a year of directly addressing the publick in our private capacity, to neglect it would seem churlish, as well as a violation of former custom. It affords us too an occasion to greet heartily our old, tried friends, and to offer our compliments to some new ones that have arisen within the year. Though the number of these may not be so great, as either we or our publishers might have expected, we will try to derive consolation from disappointment itself, by thinking that our gratitude, which would have been enfeebled in being widely spread, will be quite perceptible when divided among a few.
We have completed the seventh volume; a great age among the literary ephemera of this country. Having arrived at this degree of maturity, in spite of innumerable predictions to the contrary, we almost begin to flatter ourselves, that our constitution and temperament are more vigorous, than those of most others in the class to which we belong; and that this uncommon duration is not accidental or artificial, but is the evidence of something sound in our stamina, and pertinacious in our structure. Still the wonder and mystery of our existence, more extraordinary to us than it can be to the world, was so impressed on our minds, that when we have been confidently told we were speedily destined to perish, we have assented to the declaration with almost as much humility and conviction, as we should to the same truth, when applied to us more seriously as individuals. Yet after acquiescing in these predictions of the certitude of our fate, the elasticity of hope, or the force of vanity has made us the next moment exclaim, to compare small things with great, like Galileo rising from his recantation before the tribunal of the holy inquisition, PERO SI MUOVE
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