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UPWARDs of twelve months have now elapsed since the commencement of our lowly effort to establish and maintain a literary magazine in our native city. Personally we were careless of the result of that effort, but as members of the great family of man we felt that there were ends—high and noble ends, the attainment of which such a project might powerfully subserve. Impelled, therefore, rather perhaps by the ardor of hopeful enthusiasm, than by the cooler decisions of a sober judgment, we anxiously sought to carry it into effect. Our endeavours were not altogether without success; the Norwich Magazine has been carried safely and fairly through the year.
But the event has proved those right, who, while they wished us well, forbore any encouragement from the fear that, in the end, we should fail. Of the literary merit or