cess, anticipates with confidence that with the continued patronage of the public, the forthcoming volume shall in no respect be behind, if it does not outstrip its predecessor."
The contents of this number are from several who have been already named and from a number of anonymous writers. Along with Mrs. Sigourney, we hear again from Eliza, of Saco, Maine, who has been a frequent contributor to this volume. There is another Tale, by Edgar A. Poe—"Loss of Breath; à la Blackwood," and a poem of two stanzas—"Lines written in an Album," by E. A. P.
The critical notices are again well attended to and one of them on Harper's Classical Library and touching upon Euripides, Sophocles and Æschylus smacks of Greek Literature appreciatively. There is an extract from Munford's Homer.
Thus ends the first and crucial year of the most esteemed and longest lived Southern Literary Magazine that ever was attempted. This Volume, with the Index, contains 788 large pages.
