Excerpt from Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. 28 New Year's Salutations - Fanny Remble's Reading of Macbeth and Church's N iagara - Christmas Poetry. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Excerpt from The Southern Literary Messenger: 1834-1864 The long life of The Southern Literary M essen ger, the honorable position which it attained and the salutary influence it exerted, not only upon Southern but American Literature, entitled it, in the estimation of many of its friends, to a fair yet a loving commemoration. It was repeatedly suggested to the author that he ought to prepare such a tribute, because he had owned and edited the dear old Magazine for more than four years and was also familiar with the rest of its long and honorable career. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. 26 There is little doubt that the condition of the masses of the Spanish and Portuguese people is preferable to that of the English so far as comforts and happiness are concerned. With regard to the development of natural resources, the favourite phrase of the day, we do not underrate its value; and we do not deny that a certain density of population is necessary to carry it out. But yet it is possible to pay too dearly for it. Laying aside the idea of military power, or political preponderance which amounts to the same thing, is it not better that a country should possess a number of inhabitants too small to develope fully its resources, but all enjoying an abundance of comforts and of the means of subsistence, than that it should have its powers developed to the utmost extent, when at the same time these are insufficient for the support of its overgrown population? Is it not better that half the land should remain an uncleared forest, if its few inhabitants live in plenty, than that every inch of it should be made to render its utmost yield if this is inadequate to maintain the vast numbers of its citizens? What benefit is it to the Lyonese silk weaver, or the Manchester operative, dragging out his miserable existence and dying prematurely from the effects of continued privations, that his country is covered with an admirable net-work of railroads and canals, and that its mineral wealth has started into life thousands of industrial establishments? What advantage is it to the Chinese peasant that every foot of his native soil is cultivated with a skill and intelligence truly wonderful, when, out of the really prodigious aggregate of its products, the utmost that he can secure for his daily allowance is a handful of rice; and he is compelled to eke out his subsistence by having recourse to the most loathsome food? Better far that any country should be occupied by a few thousand citizens far above the reach of want, than by millions of beggars. It is possible that the more rapid increase of population of the Northern States may augment their political preponderance; but in the superior standard of comfort and happiness of our people, we have an advantage far above mere political considerations. The great problem of free society, and it is entirely independent of the form of government, is therefore this: How can the existing social evils be removed or mitigated? The question is one of tremendous importance. Statesmen who see the toiling crowds, with rage and despair in their eyes, stand aghast and mute. Like the rash tourist who ventured too far on a reef uncovered at low tide, they see the swelling waves advancing with fearful certainty and there is neither retreat nor assistance. Yet a solution must be found, or society itself will perish in the awful convulsion. What can - what should be done? There is a large class of politicians who answer boldly: "Nothing. Labour is like any other commodity. It is worth just what it will bring in the market, and the labourer has no right to ask for more." We admit the truth of the assertion in the abstract. But suppose that the price of labour is not sufficient to enable the labourer to live, must he therefore die? Dare you tell - will it be safe to tell several millions of men, that whereas their labour is not worth enough to afford them a living, it is perfectly reasonable and in accordance with the sound principles of political economy that they should starve? and that they have no right to ask for relief at the hands of society or government? This may be true, but will they understand it and submit to it? Will they not rather rise in ungovernable fury and take by force the relief which you refuse? Or do you rely upon brute force, cannons and bayonets, to compel their acquiescence? If you do, remember that force is on their side for they are millions, and you, the holders of property, a few thousa.

Excerpt from The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. 29: Devoted to Every Department of Literature and the Fine Arts That modern philosophy begins with David Home is universally admitted; that it ends with Sir William Hamilton will not be allowed by those who see in his system only a new line of railway to infidelity, but it is firmly maintained by a majority of his pupils, and by most of those who profess to have mastered his method. Unfortunately, it is not very easy to scrape an acquaintance with that method. A great thinker and an incessant reader, Sir William Hamilton had a mortal hatred of the pen. His prodigious learning was utterly unable to crush bis power of thought, but learning and thought combined to cripple the faculty of composition. If ever he made a remark his erudition reminded him that a thousand previous remarks had been made which had some relation to his own, and he could not resist the opportunity of tracing the stream of thought from age to age, until finally it welled up in a particular form into his own consciousness. Then he must not only trace the history of the idea, he must also trace the history of the words in which it was conveyed, and attack somebody in passing for a curious mistake as to the language of the Aristotelians, this mistake being a signal proof of the degradation of the particular University to which the sinner belongs, and a capital excuse for digressing into a discussion of University training in general. While he was thus hampered in the act of composition by the suggestions of a too abtrusive memory, he was also hampered by the demands of a too exacting thought. He never could look at a subject from the one point of view which suited his present purpose without first of all analyzing all the possible modes of looking at it, making a philosophical genuflexion to every point of the intellectual compass, and explaining why every one of these in turn must be rejected in order that we may trim our sails to the glowing west. In every topic he saw a universe of thought; in every atom of life the microcosm of existence; and he was always striving to compress a library into an essay, a system into a sentence. The thing was impossible. His ideal of composition was extravagant, and so utterly beyond human attainment that he threw aside his pen in despair, and never wrote except on compulsion. His writing almost always took the form of criticism, which is of itself fragmentary. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. 37: November and December, 1863 But the Northern people felt no emo tion, except wrath, that this precious cot ton had turned to ashes in their grasp! Their papers boasted of the great quant' ties they had secured, declaring that three thousand ba'les Would soon arrive. But when these ba'les were received, they were found 'to be only bags of unginned cotton, which, when cleared of the seed, weighed only six pounds each! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Southern Literary Messenger, 1844, Vol. 10: Devoted to Every Department of Literature and the Fine Arts P. Parente' Lament over their child, Louise Overtoe. The 8! Poesy Poet' e Grave, the Partmg from N 111311111 President's Bride, to the - by Owen G.wette11 R. Reflections at the Grave of Midshipmen fell in a duel S. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.