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I. The MICROSCOPE shall be issued twice a week; on Tuesday and Friday mornings.
II. It shall be printed on good paper, and each number shall consist of 4 octavo pages.
III. The price of each number shall be three cents. Subscribers to pay quarterly, and may discontinue the paper at the close of the first, or of any subsequent quarter.
WELL, Sophia! said my friend to his lady, what shall we call our son? Shall he bear the name of an endeared and beloved ancestor; or shall we have something to suit the fancy? And if the latter; shall it be a modest and unassuming title, or shall it be of such a cast as to evidence, and that pretty clearly too, our prognostications of his future eminence?--Somewhat similar, if we may be permitted to compare small things with great, are the puzzling perplexities experienced by the periodical writer about to appropriate a name to the fruit of his mind. In precisely such a dilemma, we are frank to say, we now find ourselves. The perplexity in our case arises not from our believing that there is any thing like "magic in a name." It certainly cannot be much matter what it is, provided always that it does not promise too much and thus expose us to derision. But our difficulty lies partly in selecting from the goodly number that present themselves, and then partly again in afterwards adhering rigidly to the one selected.
While reverting to our worthy predecessors, buoyed up by a little exhilarating self-complacency, and our views being considerably elevated withal; we have sometimes thought of the Instructor, the Guardian or the Connoiseur. At other times the Observer, the Spectator, or the Looker-On have appeared more appropriate. At other seasons again when we have re
collected the loquacious part of the community and considered the degree to which their feelings should, from mere self-interest, be consulted on all occasions like the present; the more modest, but more characteristic names of the Babler, the Tatler or even the Tell-tale have borne away the palm. After all however, a title still unmentioned seems to possess peculiar attractions as being not wholly destitute of expression, and yet entirely unassuming. Now this is no other than the Microscope. And so the MICROSCOPE it shall be; not so much because of the power of this ingenious little contrivance to make objects apparently larger than they really are, but more on account of its enabling one to examine objects nearer than can be done with distinctness of vision by the naked eye. In this way we hope to be able to ascertain and to point out that which gives the real hue and character to conduct, to-wit, the motives and the consequences of actions.
Having thus satisfactorily settled this important preliminary, we stop a moment to commend our pages to the patronage and protection-not of any one illustrious personage in particular, but of all those who may chance to do themselves (not to say, us) the pleasure of perusing what may drop from our pens. Do you ask, why we do thus? You have our answer at once: It is simply, because you are the only persons in the world, who can be benefited by these our efforts, and are therefore the only persons in the world who have a real bona-fide interest in them.
In reply to the question, who are they, which since the Prospectus appeared, has been asked over and over again in our presence; we have but little to say. Almost all to a man who have preceded us in the vocation of Essayists, have indeed introduced themselves to the public by a long story about their pedigree, occupation, personal beauty, characteristic whims and so on. On this head we are disposed to be somewhat reserved, and for a very plain reason. Most of us know little or nothing of our ancestry: Some of us have never dreamt of a regular calling; and none of us-even when our satisfaction with ourselves is at its highest flood-dare think