We at first supposed it to be the devil of the civilized world, as he certainly wore on his head something that had the semblance of horns: but, upon the closest inspection, we could perceive nothing that had the appearance of a cloven foot. Upon the whole, we are led to conclude that it must have been some benignant spirit; as no evil one would, we believe, venture to approach us in our purified state. He stalked up with the greatest dignity. His countenance bore the impression of profound wisdom, but mixed with something that had the appearance of contempt for every thing earthly.

We demanded what the literati of the age thought of our Savage.

The literati of the age! repeated he, smiling; not many of them have yet had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with your Savage; and but few of them ever will. Can they whose heads are above the clouds observe the motions of an ant upon a hillock? But there are several other descriptions of readers who are not a little out of humor with the beginning you have made.

I will give you some account of them, and the reception your Savage is likely to meet with from them.

Old Jonathan Longhead, the other day, took up your duodecimo and read a few minutes. He then laid it down, lighted a segar, and leaned back upon his chair immersed in deep thought. After remaining in this attitude for five minutes, he drew the segar from his mouth, and blowing forth the smoke with the greatest deliberation, he uttered the following oracle, " Atheistical and deistical." Should they raise the cry of mad dog against you, you had better be a dog in reality.

Billy Bluster and a few of his associates were mightily taken with the title of your paper. "The Savage! Damn me, Tom! this will be a hell of a thundering paper, hey? Then we shall have for a frontispiece a bloody savage with a ferocious countenance, brandishing his tomahawk and scalping knife—ah! a devil of a fine thing! Then, it will be filled with drinking songs and hellish fine stories. We'll laugh like damnation, hey (!"

"Do you not suppose, Piomingo, that these brave boys were sadly disappointed by the appearance of your sweetly moving peaceable Savage? Were you capable of pro

ducing pieces of the most finished composition, do you suppose that they would be relished by these children of Comus? Do you suppose that your delicate irony or classical allusions can excite a roar of laughter over the bowl, or call forth the plaudits of the groundlings? Sooner will you charm the deaf adder: sooner will the beasts of the forest dance to your music, or cities ascend to the sound of your lyre! No, no, Piomingo, if you be disposed to please these jovial souls, you must have recourse to Joe Miller's Jest-book and the adventures of Fanny Hill. Would you select some entertaining stories from the last mentioned work, for the edification of your aunt Jenny, I have no doubt but she would procure, for your paper, a hundred subscribers.

Could you hire an enterprising genius to skulk about the city, and see what married men frequent the houses of pollution-what heads of families have been known to kiss pretty chambermaids-what modish ladies have been surprised in delicate situations-what rosy misses have retired to the country on account of indispositionwhat old men have young wives-who were seen abroad at unseasonable hours, or in equivocal places, &c. &c. &c. I say, if you procure an agent to collect anecdotes of this description, and mix them up with sly hints and double entendres, ornamented with a sufficiency of A.s, Z.s, dashes, stars, italics, and double pica, take my word for it, there is no paper in the United States will have so extensive a circulation as yours.

As soon as the welcome carrier throws in the Savage, the scandal-loving dame, with watering teeth, will hasten to draw down her spectacles from her withered forehead, adjust them on her sharppointed nose, and devour the luscious intelligence with more avidity than Amelia Wilhelmina Carolina did the contents of the last novel. And all the little tattling teadrinking misses will crowd round the old lady's chair on their knees, and stretch their pretty necks, open their love-inspiring eyes and kiss-courting mouths, to catch-some, a part of a line, and others, a broken end of a sentence:-while the old gentleman hangs over their shoulders grinning a smile of complacency."

What, can a savage stoop to such baseness? Shall a

headman and warrior of the Muscogulgee confederacy construct and keep in repair a public sewer to convey into the world all the abomination, corruption, and filth, of a populous city? Shall he become common pimp to all the base propensities of human nature? When he shall act thus,

"Be ready Gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Dash him to pieces!"

WE are sorry that the infancy of our Savage has been offensive to Solomon Simple. Solomon should recollect that every thing must have a beginning. If we speak of a child, we must not put in his mouth the words of learning or wisdom: such words, for example, as Solomon makes use of when he talks of the military abilities of the archduke Charles, and the consequences of the embargo and nonimportation act. If we speak to a child, we must not pour out those sesquipedalia which Solomon is wont to utter when he delivers his sentiments on the law of nations concerning neutrals and belligerents. There is an old book, which Solomon ought to have some knowledge of, which says, that when one is a child one must "speak as a child, understand as a child, and think as a child." We hope that our Savage, when arrived at years of maturity, will" put away childish things:" and we wish that Solomon would follow his example.

ESQUIRE.

MOST of the Indians who live near the frontiers of the United States have become debased and corrupted by their intercourse with the descendents of Europeans. They are contaminated with the vices and infected with the diseases of civilized nations. They have forgotten the heroic exploits of their warlike ancestors. They join no more in the war dance, nor raise the song of victory and triumph. They have lost all national pride and dignity of character; and are to be seen, in a state of beastly intoxication, wallowing in the streets of your frontier villages.

These degraded wretches, when they come among you, are fond of adorning themselves with the cocked hat, or cast-off coat, of some military officer. You laugh at their childish folly; and you are right in so doing: for they deserve both ridicule and contempt.

But what must be said of the enlightened citizens of an illustrious republic, who are proud to decorate themselves with the shreds and patches torn from the manycolored motheaten coat of feudal aristocracy? They do not attempt to manufacture a garment for themselves, but they search the ditches and alleys and dunghills of corruption, for rags and tatters, wherewith they ornament themselves, and then strut about with the most disgusting pomposity. These people were once slaves, but became unruly, and, by a successful exertion of their powers, emancipated themselves: but it appears that they were unfit for freedom, as they still continue to be proud of the livery which they wore when in a state of servitude. They prate much about the dignity and perfectibility of man; but, an attentive observer may still perceive that they hanker after the golden trappings of servitude.

If they must have titles of dignity, why do they not select the most honorable? They have as good a right to be dukes, marquises, and earls, as to be esquires. "His Grace, the Duke of Gooseland" would sound much better than the honorable John Dolt esquire." Why should they address one of their governors with the contemptible appellation of " Excellency," when there are such fine highsounding words in the language as " Majesty," "Serenity," Sublimity?" Why should they talk of his "honor the judge," when they might make use of the dignified appellation of "Lord Chief Justice of the Supreme Court?" Why should members of the legislatures be described only as "honorable," when there could be added many more adjectives equally expressive of their characters: such as "Sapient, Intelligent, Profound;" and they might be addressed with great propriety as "High and Mighty Lords?" Why should justices of the peace, aldermen, &c. be only honored with the title of" worshipful," when we could pronounce with such sweetness and dignity, "His Serene Highness, Al

derman Clodhopper; and " His Adorable Greatness, Justice Numskull?" Why should the clergy only be known by the appellation "reverend," when there are such words in use as "The Most Holy Father in God, Christopher Overgood?"

When Constantine, the great, first christianized the Roman empire, he invented a long string of delectable titles. An account of them may be seen in Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. We would advise the citizens of the United States (as they have full right to choose what titles they please in this land of liberty) to adopt the ingenious scale of titles laid down by Constantine; or if these should not appear sufficiently dignified, they may refer to the kingdoms of the east, and select some of the most sonorous, such as, Holy Son of Heaven, Disposer of Kingdoms, Brother of the Sun and Moon, &c.

If you must adorn yourselves with borrowed feathers, your good taste might lead you to choose those of the peacock, the ostrich, and the bird of paradise, in preference to those of the owl, the buzzard, and the crane. The English language is copious. Select the most harmonious and splendid designations; but do it boldly. Prepare provisions for yourselves. Why should you lick up the crumbs that fall from the table of your former master!

What ridiculous consequence a plain republican immediately assumes upon finding himself addressed by the title of esquire! He soon conceives that he feels something like noble blood coursing up and down. through his veins! He thinks it very possible that he may have sprung from some younger son of a younger brother of some noble house. Some of his ancestors may have lived in some dignified family, as butlers, or housekeepers, or some other way. Sometimes he even flatters himself that certain illegitimate sprinklings of blood royal may have ennobled the plebeian current that runs in his veins. He begins to study the nature of his name, decipher its etymology, and claim kindred with every family who may have borne the same appellation.

Would it not be better for some of these ambitious mortals to endeavor to convert their own name into a