Produced by hekula03, Charlie Howard, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This book was produced from images made available by the HathiTrust Digital Library.) THE YALE LITERARY MAGAZINE. CONDUCTED BY THE STUDENTS OF YALE COLLEGE. NO. 1. FEBRUARY, 1836. NEW HAVEN: HERRICK & NOYES. MDCCCXXXVL CONTENTS. The Editor to the Reader, 1 Revolutions and their Tendencies, 4 The Christian Principle--a Fragment, 11 The Sciot Girl, 13 Story and Sentiment, No. 1, 19 Fanny Willoughby, 24 Confessions of a Sensitive Man, No. 1, 25 Every Man his own Critic, 30 Washington on the Banks of the Delaware, 34 Greek Anthology, No. 1, 34 “Our Magazine,” 39 THE YALE LITERARY MAGAZINE. VOL. I. FEBRUARY, 1836. NO. 1. THE EDITOR TO THE READER.* _Clown._ ‘List ye now, friend--let’s hear what this fellow would be saying.’ _Sneer._ ‘God’s blessing! man--d’ye believe any of his feather?’ _Farquhar._ GENTLE READER,-- As I am about to have some little converse with thee, I cannot pass this first bright page of our Magazine, without a greeting word, and a ‘God’s benison’ on our acquaintanceship. Good fellowship and kind wishes betwixt man and man, should first be established. I have ever held this to be one of the little items that go towards making up the sum of human happiness; and as we ourselves cannot justly lay claim to that which we deny to others, and as I would at any sacrifice purchase thy good will, I must needs as a matter of course tell thee, how much I wish for thy prosperity. I cannot flatter thee, gentle reader, (and a wise man will not be flattered into fellowship,) else I should tell thee how much I respect thy good taste and sagacity, on all the delicate matters of nice criticism. I should tell thee, how anxious I am to please thee--how patiently I shall think--write and rewrite--polish and repolish--roam here and every where, culling the sweetest plants and blossoms I can find--only to suit thee; and make a melancholy hour, if any such thou hast, less painful; and if thou art troubled with misanthropy, bring thee back into peace with self and harmony with those around thee. I should tell thee, how patiently I shall submit to the opinions of others--receive their strictures--transpose and re-transpose--twist and re-twist some of my sentences--for fear they may not accomplish the object whereunto I send them, viz. thy pleasure and profit; and how, in more than one instance, I hope even to sacrifice my own taste, lest unhappily it come in contact with thine. I should tell thee, how I shall repeatedly twitch at my purse strings, and with no miserly hand--and how, when