Text: Edgar Allan Poe (?), Literary, Broadway Journal (New York), October 4, 1845, vol. 2, no. 13, p. ???, col. ?

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The Aristidean for September looks and speaks remarkably well. Its papers are all pointed and forcible. “Travels in Texas” is one of the most interesting sketches we have seen in a year, and puts us in mind of the vigorous add imaginative “Jack Long” and the “San Saba Hills.” There is a scorching review of Hirst's Poems — a good thing for everybody but Mr. Hirst; — this is a very laughable article. “Tourists in America’ is also exceedingly pungent: — both these papers, we presume, are from the pen editorial. We notice, also, as especially meritorious, “Popular Governments and Institutions”; and “Leaves from a Log-Book.” The Notices [column 2:] of New Books are unusually full and particularly independent. The poetry of the number is, nevertheless, its chief feature. “Sir Albert De Veniter” is capital.

Here is an excellent epigram:

ALAS!

To work like a Turk — what a life is an editor's.!

News-clipping, ink-dipping,

Pasting and wasting,

No rest ever tasting,

And pestered to death with his creditors.

 

Go loll on the soil, or dig cellars like DAN NICHOLS;

Plough a field, trowel wield,

Worry and flurry,

And live in a hurry,

But wear not an editor's manacles.

Many of the other poetical pieces interspersed throughout the number, are of a high order of excellence. “The Aristidean” is, upon the whole, an admirable journal, and will yet do good service.