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Josephine, The Tomb of

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John Smith
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Jeduthan Hobbs
313 Opinions and Recollections

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Jacob's Vision

502 Ollapodiana

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Outre Mer

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Old Paintings

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Knapp, Samuel L.
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Percival, James G. 26, 44, 199, 231, 425
Pocket Companion

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Life, by Dr. S. L. Metcalf 6,93, 188 Paulding's Works

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Longfellow, Prof. H. W.

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Loves' Reward, by J. G. Percival 45 Pinnock's Goldsmith

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Lines, by Mrs. Francis Ann Butler 45 Prayer in Solitude

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Leaves from an Æronaut
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Letters to Ada
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Leiber's Letters
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Literary notices 72, 158, 249, 340, 454, 540 Passions, The, by Grenville Mellen 433
Lines by Mrs. Embury
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Laboratory of Nature

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Literary Intelligence

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Lines, written on the blank leaf of a Rosicrusian Philosophy, by J. Inman 35
Bible

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Language of Flowers
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Leisure Hunter
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Letters from Laurie Todd, No. Four 503 Rollin's History

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Lay to the Departed
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Richard III. of England

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Minnesong, by James G. Percival 44 Sights in the East

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Morris, Robert

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Martyrdom of St. Peter and St. Paul 78 Song of May, by James G, Percival 44
Men and Manners in Great Britain 80 Sigourney, Mrs., Poems of

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Magazine Writing
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Memory
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Musical Soirée
337 Sonnet, from Petrarch

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Memoirs of Tristam Burgess
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Martha, a Memorial
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More, Hannah

351 Saint Perrine, by B. W. Richards 208
Mount Atlas
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Music

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Missionary Remains
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Monomaniacs

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Spells of the Hour

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Stanzas by George W. Dennison 415
Science

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Ņew Year's Address
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Notes by a Traveler in Holland 151 Smitten City

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North American Review
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Night, by J. G. Percival

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New-York Mirror

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North American Reader

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North American Review
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Night in '98

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National Academy of Design
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The Burial

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"Thy Will be Done,
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To the Pyramids,
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Teresa Contarina,
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Tragical Tragedy,
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The Exile
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Table Talk
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Wreck, The, by I. McLellan, Jr. 277
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Unfettered Verse, by James G. Percival, 26

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Unfortunate Man,

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GENTLE READER: We are standing together at that fairy vestibule, which opens, rich with hope and bright to expectation, upon another twelve-month,-a coming lapse of time, that, like a swell of the ocean, tossing with its fellows, heaves onward to the land of Death, and Silence. We gaze around, for a moment, from the point where we stand ; and as the events of backward eras come thronging to our minds, the griefs or the raptures that have been commended to us in the annual span, as yet hardly closed, again move the soul and heart, to animate or to subdue. From the transports that are gone, there rises, like a strangely-pleasant odour from autumnal fields, the antepast of coming enjoyment; while from the sorrows that we have borne, there breathe the voices of Resignation, and the warnings of Experience. We bethink us of imaginings that time has dissolved, -of visions unrealized : and as we gather contentment from surveying the mingled web that has been given us, we seem to ask but the power to bear, without undue depression or elateness, the lot that is to come. We desire not the eye of the seer, or the spell of the horo. scope, to engraft in us the power of discerning our onward way:

"We stand between the meeting years,

The coming and the past, –
And question of the future year,

Wilt thou be like the last?'

And if we look aright, we are not over-joyed at the jocund day which seems to sit in misty brightness upon the delectable scenes of that distance, whose enchantments are born of remoteness, and only dazzle when afar. Comparing our years in the mass, we find them all wearing the same shade and garniture, save that, as they increase they shorten : the tide of existence acquires additional momentum as it rolls; and the land. marks that we pass on the receding shores, admonish us, by the rapidity with which they disappear, that our days are few at the longest, and chequered at the best. The melody that melts from the sweet reed of Joy in the morning, while piped for the careless ear, is changed before noontide to the stern monitions of Reality; and as we prosecute our journey, we perceive how diminutive is the contrast between the life that is passed to us, and that which is yet unknown,—but which, sooner or later, in this world or another, must come to all. Thus, if approached with a feeling of true soberness, the theme leads the spirit upwards; it relaxes that vesture of decay which girds it in; and counsels a readiness for that period when Weakness shall be clothed upon with Strength; when the passions shall no longer sting or stain,—when Mortal puts on Immortality. These are reflections which few can dissemble, and none can disdain : they press themselves upon the mind; for who can avert his glance from the future? Who can “excusably decline the considera. tion of that vast duration, which maketh pyramids pillars of snow, and all that's past, a monument ?

But there is little in these reveries to render the world less charming, or to sully its loveliness with a pale and sickly cast of thought. From the Uncertainty which sways us, we borrow both gladness and gloom. She is the mother of Hope, and the parent of Despondency. What though we may not pierce the future for a solution of our hopes ? Neither can we for our griefs. The fair sky may be palled by the ragged drapery of the cloud, or its darkness may be scattered by unexpected lustre. To look with certainty for either, would be a foolishness of expectation. In the variegated fabric of life, we shall sometimes see the working of the fatal sisters; at othersome, the gleaming of our better stars: we must be satisfied with both warp and woof,—though the interwoven colors be gay and beautiful, or sombrous and pale : thus we must take: them,—for thus we find them.

There is something inspiring and delightful in the commencement of the year. The custom of our metropolis has made it a point of peculiar radiance; a halcyon period, when heart's-ease would seem to be the general feeling, and smiles, the social insignia. Then, the visit is exchanged between friends whom perhaps the departed year had somewhat alienated; old associations are revived, and cordialities that had well nigh been forgotten, are strengthened and renewed. As the lip is. wetted with friendly wine, the bosom expands in the generous warmth of honest enjoyment: the cold formalities of factitious station give place to undisguised welcomes, and open-handed cheer. The rich and the poor meet together, and the spirit of pleasure is with all. As the parties go their rounds, and familiar forms and faces appear to greeting eyes, the necessity of friendship, and the desolation of its absence, come home to the mind : it is felt that comfort is lost, when allied to selfishness, and that it is good to be respected, or beloved. And as those meet, between whom the year has passed in sullen estrangement, -upon whose anger many evening sun have descended,—a relenting spirit obeys the min. gled voices of Memory and Friendship; the kind resolve is made and followed; so that, instead of the thorn to goad and wound, there springs up in the pathway of the Reconciled, the olive or the myrtle. How sweet indeed is the sight of human goodness, struggling to surmount the petty passions which discolor its beauty, and bending to the benign sug. gestions of that pure, gentle principle—peace with men! Doubtless there are many severe strivings with natural pride, before these ends can be reached. Many a one may have imagined himself cut in Broadway, and inly determined never to accost the unkind expositor of that visual obli. quity again; but the New Year awakens such throngs of conciliatory sentiments, that it is impossible to resist them. The call is made, the oversight, or the neglect, explained the breach is closed,- and Friend

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