The Centre Of The World
Where is it? ‘At Charing Cross, of course,‘ says the self-assured Londoner； and in one sense he may not be far wrong. ‘At Boston,‘ says the cultured inhabitant of the ‘hub‘ of the universe. ‘Wherever I am,‘ says the autocrat who essays to sway the destinies of nations. Well, we all know the story of the Head of the Table, and even if we did not know it, instinct would tell us where to look. But the centre of the world, in an actual, physical, racial, and mundanely comprehensive sense--where is it?
One does not find it so easy to answer the question as did good old Herodotus, who scouted as absurd the idea of the earth being circular. ‘For my own part,‘ says the Father of History--and of lies, according to some people--‘I cannot but think it exceedingly ridiculous to hear some men talk of the circumference of the Earth, pretending without the smallest reason or probability that the ocean encompasses the Earth, that the Earth is round as if mechanically for

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