If Columbia’s days were to depend on “_such_,” they were scarcely worth prolonging; for Dennie’s genius was but the thin echo of an English classicism thin at its best. Yet Moore’s words had value, for they gave a lifelike idea of the “sacred few” who sat with him, drinking deep, and reviling America because she could not produce poets like Anacreon and artists like Phidias, and still more because Americans cared little for Addisonian essays. An adventurer called John Davis, who published in London a book of American travels, mentioned in it that he too met the Philadelphia authors. “Dennie passed his mornings in the shop of Mr. Dickens, which I found the rendezvous of the Philadelphia sons of literature,--Blair [Linn], author of a poem called the ‘Powers of Genius;’ Ingersoll, known by a tragedy of which I forget the title; Stock, celebrated for his dramatic criticisms.” C. J. Ingersoll did in fact print a tragedy called “Edwy and Elgiva,” which was acted in 1801, and John Blair Linn’s “Powers of Genius” appeared in the same year; but Dennie’s group boasted another member more notable than these. Charles Brockden Brown, the first American novelist of merit, was a Philadelphian. Davis called upon Brown. “He occupied a dismal room in a dismal street. I asked him whether a view of Nature would not be more propitious to composition, or whether he should not write with more facility were his window to command the prospect of the Lake of Geneva. ‘Sir,’ said he, ‘good pens, thick paper, and ink well diluted would facilitate my composition more than the prospect of the broadest expanse of water or mountains rising against the clouds.’” Pennsylvania was largely German and the Moravians were not without learning, yet no trace of German influence showed itself in the educated and literary class. Schiller was at the end of his career, and Goethe at the zenith of his powers; but neither was known in Pennsylvania, unless it might be by translations of the “Robbers” or the “Sorrows of Werther.” As for deeper studies, search in America would be useless for what was rare or unknown either in England or France. Kant had closed and Hegel was beginning his labors; but the Western nations knew no more of German thought than of Egyptian hieroglyphics, and America had not yet reached the point of understanding that metaphysics apart from theology could exist at all. Locke was a college text-book, and possibly a few clergymen had learned to deride the idealism of Berkeley; but as an interest which concerned life, metaphysics, apart from Calvinism, had no existence in America, and was to have none for another generation. The literary labors of Americans followed easier paths, and such thought as prevailed was confined within a narrow field,--yet within this limit Pennsylvania had something to show, even though it failed to please the taste of Dennie and Moore.