astonishing mode of interpreting the Scripture has hitherto made among the learned and thinking classes of Society; as the humble admirer of his mighty project, I too am prepared to meet with a similar reception. When the Christian and philosophical world can be convinced that the first books of scripture, instead of presenting us with a history of real persons and events, contain only an allegorical representation of the progress of astronomy, and the reform of the calendar: that the three hundred and eighteen servants of Abraham, are so many days; that the red sea is the concave hemisphere; and that when the men of Ai, smote of the Israelites six and thirty men, and chased them from the Gate even unto Shebarim, they were in reality the men of the calendar who smote thirtysix, amounting to the decans, the divisions

of the Zodiac, and of the year, and chased them even to fractions: and the reason of their overthrow was, that the men of the calendar, aforesaid, took of the accursed thing, that is, of the symbols of the lunar year When the truly enlightened and unprejudiced reader is convinced of these things, then, and not till then, will he be persuaded that the twelve Cæsars also are the twelve Signs of the Zodiac: that Caius Julius Cæsar is the ram, and that the passage of the Rubicon is merely typical of the Sun's cutting the Equator, with many other most singular and surprising discoveries.

Whatever impression we may succeed in making on the more philosophical part of the community, I much fear we shall find but few converts in our two Universities.

Entrenched behind the authorities of such men as Hooker, Barrow, Taylor, Addison, Bull, Pearson, Horsley, and others, their members appeal to the ponderous volumes of these "matter-of-fact interpreters," and shut their eyes to the discoveries of Sir William Drummond. Even Hume and Gibbon illumined them in vain. Slow to innovate, and suspicious of novelties, they still maintain their inveterate prejudices, and educate the youth of our country in the long-established faith of their fathers. They shrink from the meteoric brilliance of our system, and term their adherence to our ancient, and not yet exploded faith, "sound learning, and religious education." The obstinate members of our Universities must be left to their proverbial attachment to an exclusive creed: I appeal only to those who have been already initiated in

the mysteries of Sir William Drummond.

Sir William has invented a new mode of eliciting that Truth, which is the common object of all who are not contented to think with the vulgar. Instead of looking for moral arguments, and metaphysical subtleties, he traces the goddess through all the living and dead languages, till he discovers her in the recesses of words, in the consonants of a radical, or in the remnant of a zodiac. "Truth," says Milton, "once came into the world, with her divine Master, and was a perfect shape, most glorious to look upon: but when He ascended, and his apostles after him were laid asleep, there strait arose a wicked race of deceivers, who, (as the story goes of the Egyptian Typhon, with his companions,

how they dealt with the god Osyris,) took the virgin Truth, hewed her lovely form into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds. From that time to the present, the sad friends of Truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made, for the mangled body of Osyris, went up and down, gathering them up limb by limb, still, as they could find them." In this search, lighted by the lamp of his reason, and enamoured of the description of the charms of Truth, Sir William has engaged. He has wandered after her through the dark corners of the East: he has explored the recesses of idolatry, and the gloomy caverns of infidelity: he has acquired the languages, and roved through the desolate wildernesses of distant nations, to recover her vanished graces, and to gaze on her forgotten beauties.