surely be a greater proof of the degeneracy of the times than so unparalleled a degradation and so barbarous a perversion of terms. For the word philosophy, which implies the love of wisdom, is now become the ornament of folly. In the times of its inventor, and for many succeeding ages, it was expressive of modesty and worth; in our days it is the badge of impudence and vain pretensions. It was formerly the symbol of the profound contemplative genius, it is now the mark of the superficial and unthinking practitioner. It was once reverenced by kings and clothed in the robes of nobility; it is now (according to its true acceptation) abandoned and despised and ridiculed by the vilest plebeian. Permit me, then, my friends, to address you in the words of Achilles to Hector: "Rouse, then, your forces this important hour, Collect your strength and call forth all your pow'r." Since, to adopt the animated language of Neptune to the Greeks, " . . . On dastards, dead to fame, I waste no anger, for they feel no shame, But you, the pride, the flower of all our host, My heart weeps blood, to see your glory lost." Nor deem the exhortation impertinent, and the danger groundless: "For lo! the fated time, th' appointed shore, Hark, the gates burst, the brazen barriers roar." Impetuous ignorance is thundering at the bulwarks of philosophy and her sacred retreats are in danger of being demolished, through our feeble resistance. Rise then, my friends, and the victory will be ours. The foe is indeed numerous, but at the same time feeble; and the weapons of truth in the hands of vigorous union, descend with irresistible force, and are fatal wherever they fall. --- [Transcriber's notes: I have made minor changes to the punctuation and the format of the notes. I have also made the following spelling changes: "powerfully attacts" to "powerfully attracts" "converses only with plantoms" to "converses only with phantoms"]