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The Brick Moon.
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was always likely all would go well. Then I sat down.

Then dear George spoke, simply, but very briefly. He said he was a stranger to the Boston people, and that those who knew him at all knew he was not a talking man. He was a civil engineer, and his business was to cal- culate and to build, and not to talk. But he had come here to say that he had studied this new plan for the lon- gitude from the Top to the Bottom, and that he believed in it through and through. There was his opinion, if that was worth anything to anybody. If that meeting resolved to go forward with the enterprise, or if anybody pro- posed to, he should offer his services in any capacity, and without any pay, for its success. If he might only work as a bricklayer, he would work as a bricklayer. For he believed, on his soul, that the success of this enterprise promised more for mankind than any enterprise which was ever likely to call for the devotion of his life. " And to the good of mankind," he said, very simply, "my life is devoted." Then he sat down.

Then Brannan got up. ..Up to this time, excepting that George had dropped this hint about bricklaying, nobody had said a word about the Moon, far less hinted what it was to be made of. So Ben had the whole to open. He did it as if he had been talking to a bright boy of ten years old. He made those people think that he respected them as his equals. But in fact, he chose every word, as if not one of them knew any- thing. He explained, as if it were rath- er more simple to explain than to take for granted. But he explained as if, were they talking, they might be ex- plaining to him. He led them from point to point, oh ! so much more clearly than I have been leading you, till, as their mouths dropped a little open in their eager interest, and their lids forgot to wink in their gaze upon his face, and so their eyebrows seemed a little lifted in curiosity, till, I say, each man felt as if he were himself the inventor, who had bridged difficulty after difficulty ; as if, indeed, the whole were too simple to be called difficult or complicated. The only wonder was that the Board of Longitude, or the Emperor Napoleon, or the Smithsoni- an, or somebody, had not sent this little planet on its voyage of blessing long before. Not a syllable that you would have called rhetoric, not a word that you would have thought prepared ; and then Brannan sat down.

That was Ben Brannan's way. For my part, I like it better than eloquence.

Then I got up again. We would answer any questions, I said. We rep- resented people who were eager to go forward with this work. (Alas ! except Q., all of those represented were on the stage.) We could not go forward with- out the general assistance of the com- munity. It was not an enterprise which the government could be asked to favor. It was not an enterprise which would yield one penny of profit to any human being. We had therefore, purely on the ground of its benefit to mankind, brought it before an assembly of Bos- ton men and women.

Then there was a pause, and we could hear our watches tick, and our hearts beat: Dear George asked me in a whisper if he should say anything more, but I thought not. The pause became painful, and then Tom Coram, prince of merchants, rose. Had any calculation been made of the probable cost of the experiment of one moon ?

I said the calculations were on the table. The brick alone would cost $60,000. Mr. Orcutt had computed that $ 214,729 would complete two fly- wheels and one moon. This made no allowance for whitewashing the moon, which was not strictly necessary. The fly-wheels and water-power would be equally valuable for the succeeding moons, if any were attempted, and there- fore the second moon could be turned off, it was hoped, for $ 159,732. Thomas Coram had been standing all the time I spoke, and in an instant he said : " I am no mathematician. But I have had a ship ground to pieces under me on the Laccadives because our