In making books we own that we are 'green,
And for defects this should be some apology.
The Author of this Treatise has not been
Plucking sufficient fruit from off the knowledge tree;
A fact which by our readers will be seen,
Without the proofs afforded by phrenology;
But, to avoid the evils of satiety,
We shall endeavour to give some variety.
Materiale inexhaustible abound,
Which, if well handled, might adorn our pages ;
By learning, metaphysical, profound,
We might, no doubt, be rank'd among the
The natives too, perhaps, we might astound,
With lists comparative of weavers' wages;
Or, essays on political economy ;
Or, loftier still, the science of astronomy.
Though all these themes are worthy of attention,
We think it proper in this place to state,
That to exclude all chances of dissension,
The Author shall not in this Work relate
A sentence, which, by men of comprehension,
Could e'er be deem'd admitting of debate:
Hence, politics we never once shall touch,
Lest we should say too little, or too much.
'Tis wisdom to make hay while weather's sunny;
But, here we should not be misunderstood :
We disavow all thoughts of making money:
We publish solely for the public good,
(Our own included). Op’ning flowers yield honey ;
This Book shall yield to weavers ample food;
Food for the mind, which, when digested, may
Yield food to fill the body every day.
The present Work is not a periodical ;
We do not publish number after number
Poetic, philosophical, rhapsodical,
With shining gems amidst a mass of lumber.
Our plan, in most respects, is quite methodical.
Meantime, our readers we shall not encumber
With more remarks, but show them, with facility,
A specimen or two of our ability.