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Extract from a description of Mount Auburn, by the Hon. Joseph R. Chandler, published in the United States Gazette:

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My companion drew my attention to a monument far beyond us. We approached it. It was a monument, - but not a grave; he whose death was there commemorated, was not gathered beneath the marble that rose to his name. surging wave of the Atlantic beat far above him, and ocean's winds had sung his requiem. I knew him well, and the tear that I dashed aside was less given to the memory of extensive worth, than to a reminiscence of some casual movement or observation, something which denoted him truly. Never was promise fuller, never were hopes more justly entertained, never was parental affection more fully repaid, and never parent's heart more deeply smitten. It was but as yesterday that I saw him with boyhood's freshness and manhood's judgement, beckoned up by his seniors to counsel with them. I saw then, and approved, a parent's pride, and envied the parent's feelings; and I thought of the honors to be gathered by him in after years, when I should have departed on my course, and he should have recorded with partial friendship, what good of me he might have wished, if not have found; and now I stood weeping, that he had passed away with all my visions of his usefulness and glory unrealized, but oh! not undeserved, — and my heart went forth to hold its concert of grief with him who had treasured up his earthly hopes in that dead one's coming greatness, and had seen his garnered joys scattered and wasted by death. I never spoke to him of that sympathy, and never uttered the name of the dead in his presence. We clasped hands when we met, as if in token of joy at reunion; but we looked around, and he whose smile was wont to gladden our meeting, was not there. We pressed each other's hand in silence, and turned to hide a tear that started at the magic touch of memory. Hallowed be the rest of the dead; and the bright track which his virtues illumined, may it invite others to a course as correct, if not as brilliant. I loved him well,

and appreciated his powers of mind, though I might not share them,

For greater gifts were his, a happier doom,
A brighter genius, and a purer heart,

A fate more envied, and an earlier tomb.

In consequence of the sickness and death, to which reference has just been made, the responsibility of conducting the New-England Magazine devolved upon me, and this labor I performed till November, 1834, the publication of the fortieth number. Of all the literary enterprizes I had undertaken, this was the most trying. The preparation of the matter embraced under the head of Monthly Record, (to which I had previously given but little attention,) occupied much time, and, not unfrequently, time that should have been devoted to rest from the unceasing labor of conducting a daily newspaper. To fill up twenty pages, monthly, with an abstract of the proceedings of Congress, and the political affairs and statistics of the United States and the individual states, miscellaneous items of intelligence abridged and condensed, literary and obituary notices, &c. &c. was a task which, often, imperfectly as it was executed, trespassed upon hours that belonged to repose, and was performed at the expense of comfort and health. Some aid in preparing notices of books was obtained from one or two friends, but this aid was not constant nor to be relied upon with certainty; and, consequently, it was indispensable that I should be prepared against the contingency of disappointment. To read all that was sent by anonymous writers, (to say nothing of the productions of some that were presented by the writers in person,) was not the least

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irksome duty that my position demanded. It was unpleasant and profitless to me, as the result was vexatious and unsatisfactory to them. A dollar a page was offered for such original communications as might be accepted and published; and this, insignificant as the sum may seem to those whose talents and popularity are in demand at a much higher price, brought communications from almost every state in the Union. Many were rejected, and the disappointments of the writers caused many bitter complaints and angry denunciations. The decision of a critic, who rejects an article, on which the writer has set the seal of his own approbation, is always ungraciously received. Most of the writers, whose communications were published, accepted the stipulated compensation; but it was declined by a few, who, from personal friendship, were desirous that the Magazine should gain a permanent establishment, and were willing to promote its success by gratuitous contributions. My own labor was not bestowed exclusively on the Monthly Record. Many of the original papers owe their paternity to me; but it would not feed my personal vanity to place my mark upon them, and they are left to share the common lot of unacknowledged productions. Worn out with the double duty of conducting a monthly magazine and a daily newspaper, a proposal to purchase the Magazine, from Dr. Samuel G. Howe and John O. Sargent, Esq. was acceded to, and it was transferred to those gentlemen in November, 1834.

In announcing that my connection with the, Magazine, as editor and proprietor, was dissolved, it was impossible to conceal a sad and sorrowful emotion;

an intercourse of several years' growth was about to terminate, an intercourse connected with pleasant as well as painful reminiscences on my part, and, as I hoped, unattended by the indulgence of disagreeable remembrances on the part of others. I gladly embraced a belief that the labor bestowed on the Magazine had produced something to redeem the laborer from utter forgetfulness. The pain of leavetaking would have been trebly sharpened without, the confiding persuasion of a still-enduring communion through the channel of memory. What else is alldreaded annihilation, but the termless suspension of that commerce, which exchanges thought for thought, and draws soul to soul by the recorded memorials of courteous and affectionate sympathy?

For the favor with which the Magazine was originally received by the public, and the respectful and flattering notices it received from cotemporaries of the press, it would have been churlish to withhold an acknowledgement of gratefulness and thanks. It met with as much approbation as should satisfy an ordinary desire of popularity. When every avenue to public favor is crowded with eager and aspiring rivals, he who would avoid the imputation of overweening vanity or disgusting conceit, must be content with that share of the spoils which the impartial tribunal of popular opinion is pleased to assign to his efforts. My farewell to the subscribers," for one, for all, and ever," closed with language like the following: —

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If, in the execution of the power belonging to an editor, contributions of merit have been rejected, or improper decisions on the literary productions of the

times have been promulgated, the procedure was the effect of erroneous judgement, and not of wayward design or malignancy of purpose. If, in attempting to expose the quackeries of authorship, to ridicule the pretensions of the coxcomb, to put down the arrogance of conceited dullness, and to correct the absurdities of a tasteless affectation, the dignity of the critic has been sacrificed to the gratification of spleen or caprice, a suitable punishment must unavoidably follow the transgression, and we shall be the last to complain of the operation of retributive justice. To look for unqualified approbation, would be idle. Consciousness of imperfection in our most successful efforts reconciles us to admonition; we would not resent even undeserved rebuke from the voice of friendship and goodnature. The frowns of malice and the sneers of envy have done us no injury; and, as they have not been sufficient to provoke a retaliation, they shall not deprive us of our privilege of quitting the stage with a serene temper and undisturbed indifference.

"The faults of this work, thus far, are attributable to the subscriber. Its merits, if there be any, must be shared with others. We would, if we were authorized, enumerate a list of contributors, whose names would add lustre to any periodical publication. The applause

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* There may be no impropriety now in revealing the names of the writers referred to. The Rev. N. L. Frothingham wrote the article in the first number, "On the Consideration due to the Mechanic Arts; ""The Progress of Exaggeration," "Curiosity baffled," and the biographical notice of President Kirkland were written by the Hon. Edward Everett: "-"Statesmen, their rareness and importance, Daniel Webster," by Judge Story; "The late Joseph Natterstrom," by William Austin of Charlestown; - Letters "On the Fine Arts," "Literary Portraits," and many other articles, by George S. Hillard ; —“The Limping Philosopher," by Richard Hildreth ; —“The Schoolmaster," by Professor Longfellow; -"Our Birds," by Samuel Kettell; —

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