EDITOR'S TABLE. The new work, now offered to the public, is the offspring of warm hopes and the aspirant to distinguished merit. We invite for it the refreshing breeze of popular favor, so necessary to the peaceful existence of honorable worth and the promotion of high aims. The American Magazine, like the American people, will be free and inde. pendent, showing proper respect to other Powers and desiring to establish with all friendly relations. We invoked, popular favor; we ask it, however, only as we may seem worthy. Our aim will be to aid in the promotion of sound literature. With this view, the highest talent is pledged for our suc All our papers will of course be original. cess. The "Fable of the Fox and the Fish" came to us in the author's own hand, through the special favor of a friend. One or two more unpublished pieces may be expected from the same pen. Mr. Headley's article, given us in manuscript some weeks since, and soon to appear in the second volume of "Washington and his Generals," will be an acceptable foretaste of the feast soon to follow. Classic Vagaries," is the beginning of a series on Roman habits, &c., by a distinguished adept in Ancient Literature. These lively and vivid sketches will be to the scholar, like "apples of gold in pictures of silver." Raleigh "though dead yet speaketh." If his real appearance and character were such as are herein delineated by the artist and scholar, we need not wonder that he was the Queen's favorite. "There is a history in all men's lives Figuring the nature of the times deceased, A RELIC OF OLDEN TIME. The following letter from the celebrated author of Macfingal, to one of his intimate friends, and a distinguished man in his time, has been put at our disposal by a friend, and we think can hardly fail to be read with deep interest. DEAR SIR: As you expect me to repent and amend my ways, you look also, I suppose, that I should bring forth works meet for repentance, and that I shall as far as possible. This same progress of Dullness is in the latest editions become one of the most serious, pious treatises on morals and divinity, that ever you set eyes on. I wrote it at first in a pretty free style, said humorous things where I could, and severe ones where I pleased; but I have so many serious folks at my elbows, that they have made me alter almost half of it, throw out every stroke of humor, that in the least exaggerated the descriptions beyond truth, and lay aside every satirical reflection that had anything of my airs of impndence and defiance it it. So that, on the whole, if it should be published, it will be thought as well-meaning and harmless a piece, as a halfway-cov'nant Dialogue. If it should not be made public, it is all one, I have another scheme for it-I intend to turn it into a sermon. If I can find a text in scripture for it, very well-if not, I will make one. And I intend to preach it for my first sermon at Weathersfield, after I am ordained as a colleague with Mr. Lockwood; for Humphreys writes me that this affair is revealed to Mrs. May to happen in three years; so that I look upon it as certain. As soon as I am settled there I shall think best to marry one of the Miss (you know they say I am in love already, so that this matter is in some forwardness,)—this will doubtless produce such a coalition of parties in my favor, that as soon as I have time to turn Politician, I shall infallibly be sent representative of the town, as one of my brother Reverends once was before me— I forget who. Well, I shall make such a noise in the assembly, that I shall very soon be inade Governor of the Colony; especially as I design our present right honorable Jonathan Trumbull shall make me heir to his titles, when he diespolitically. Let me see-how high have I got?-to be Governor. Well, in in a few years after, we shall have occasion for a King or two in America— and if I can get Mrs. May to prophesy again, I make no doubt of succeeding to the Crown-my most gracious Majesty, John, King of the Lord knows where I have not made my title yet-but I will have it ready soon enough -it shall run very sounding, and I will put Defender of the Faith at the end of it. If you will be so kind as to live till I am king, (it is the only condition I ask,) you shall have your choice of all the posts of honor in the nation -Prime Minister, Archbishop of America, Lord High Admiral, Generalissi mo of the Army, Lord Mayor of Weathersfield-what you please for I intend to remember my old friends in my prosperity, and govern to universal satisfaction. I will be a second Sancho Panza in the Island Barataria; the world shall run upon wheels, and there shall be no need of the Millennium in my reign. Mr. Howe shall be one of the first ecclesiastical dignitaries, Dwight my Poet Laureat, J. Webb head of my East India company, Humphreys shall have the Presidency of this University, and the deuce may take O. W. And having thus disposed of all my friends and settled the affairs of the nation, I will bid this world farewell without ceremony, and leave all my Clergymen, Poets and Orators to say I am gone to a betterThere is a plan of operation for you-I know not how to get down from this high state, to tell you that I shall come to Weathersfield in May, and will bring with me this piece of mine for your perusal—and that, whether in quality of King, Priest, Poet or whatever, I am Your obliged friend and humble servant, New-Haven, March 28th, 1772. ALL SORTS. In olden days when this thin-peopled globe And got a touch of melancholy. Not that we shun the needy call Ah! what will ye who teach for hire, Then fly! ye wights! to rural sports, "And who be ye that ill predict?" Quoth one of richer blessings; Excuse our sad confessings. Now, kind reader, if you will, At things about the city. The song you'll see 's a pretty glee, Begin my song-Ye gentle swains If you have money with you, pray, The auction flags that redly wave See you those wights that stand around, If imperfection may be found In work? that's darkly hinting. Then flee ye swains where honor reigns 'Tis not in pride we say we've tried One word to friends, before we close, Who come to stay or call, To view us right, you'll chose a site Quite near the City Hall. Here Astor mocks the Grecian art, A tow'ring granite pile, Where fashion dwells and beaux and belles, And all in brilliant style. Now cross the way; for well we Love To point the home of Joys; You'll find good cheer and wine and beer, And rooms that always glisten; Plenty of rows of merry beaux Without the belles to listen. |