The New Volume.—With the next number we commence a new volume of Graham’s Magazine, which, we do not hesitate to promise our readers shall be one of rare excellence and beauty. Our past volume, closing with this number, was exhausted very early, and we have consequently been obliged for two months past to refuse all orders for the work from January last. We shall therefore furnish our subscribers with a title page for the coming volume in our next issue. All our arrangements for the next six months are perfected, and from July to December our readers may expect a succession of brilliant numbers in every respect. Our increase for the past six months has been unexampled, and with the steady flow of new names, coming with every mail, we look forward to being compelled greatly to amplify our means of producing our edition. Our printers now run their presses both night and day—keeping us frequently waiting for copies to supply the demand. Hoe certainly must invent a book-press to run 10,000 per hour for us, and at our demise we shall leave him the copyright of Graham.
Rivals.—We see a great deal about the rivals of Graham, going the rounds in the way of paid notices. Does the oldest inhabitant remember a time when such notes were not given out? We have a brood of these rivals, freshly fledged every spring, who die somehow of the praise of the penny-a-liners in literature,
Snooks has an article in the “Great Monthly Thundergust,” calculated to make a noise.
“I will write a first rate notice,” says Snooks, “and mark it for the benefit of country members, and if that doesn’t settle Graham and Godey, I’ll write you an article for nothing.”
“Goodness!” says the new editor—“but—but do you think it is exactly fair to break down their business all at once, in that way? Remember their interesting families, Mr. Snooks.”
“Families, sir! who talks about families when we commence a Thundergust! Get up a breeze! Pile on the agony, sir! You are too meek, sir!—too tame!—chicken-hearted, sir!—too tender!—too—too—will you oblige me with $20 till to-morrow? Settle is the word!”
An awkward one it is, too—this settling with Indians, when they turn on you.