* America is a subject which daily becomes more and more interesting:-I shall therefore fill
these Pages with a Word upon its Past, Present and Future State.
Thirdly, of the Future State of NORTH AMERICA-Here we find a vast Stock of proper Materials for the Art and Ingenuity of Man to work upon:-Treasures of immense Worth; conceal’d from the poor ignorant aboriginal Natives! The Curious have observ’d, that the Progress of Humane Literature (like the Sun) is from the East to the West; thus has it travelled thro’ Asia and Europe, and now is arrived at the Eastern Shore of America. As the Coelestial Light of the Gospel was directed here by the Finger of G 0 D , it will doubtless, finally drive the long! long! Night of Heathenish Darkness from America:-So Arts and Sciences will change the Face of Nature in their Tour from Hence over the Appalachian Mountains to the Western Ocean; and as they march thro’ the vast Desert, the Residence of Wild Beasts will be broken up, and their obscene Howl cease for ever;-Instead of which the Stones and Trees will dance together at the Music of Orpheus,-the Rocks will disclose their hidden Gems,-and the inestimable Treasures of Gold & Silver be broken up. Huge Mountains of Iron Ore are already discovered; and vast Stores are reserved for future Generations: This Metal more useful than Gold and Silver, will imploy Millions of Hands, not only to form the martial Sword, and peaceful Share, alternately; but an Infinity of Utensils improved in the Exercise of Art, and Handicraft amongst Men. Nature thro’ all her Works has stamp’d Authority on this Law, namely, “That all fit Matter shall be improved to its best Purposes.”-Shall not then those vast Quarries, that teem with mechanic Stone,-those for Structure be piled into great Cities,-and those for Sculpture into Statues to perpetuate the Honor of renowned Heroes; even those who shall now save the country. O! Ye Unborn inhabitants of America! Should this Page escape its destin’d Conflagration at the Year’s End, and these Alphabetical Letters remain legible,-when your Eyes behold the Sun after he has rolled the Seasons round for two or three Centuries more, you will know that in Anno Domini 1758, we dream’d of your Times.