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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

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THE NEW MAGAZINE.

Mr. Campbell, the Poet, has seceded from the _New Monthly Magazine_,
and commenced a magazine of his own--_The Metropolitan_. Without
prejudice to the first-mentioned work, he has our best wishes for his
new undertaking. The New Monthly Magazine has, however, supplied the
_Mirror_ with brighter columns than any of its contemporaries, and
we are mindful of the obligation, especially for that gay and lively
description of writing which is really the _patter_ of literature.
It will soon be seen whether Mr. Campbell and his forces succeed.
The Number before us is, for a first, excellent. The Editor's Paper on
Ancient Geography, with which it opens, is worth the price of the whole
magazine: nay, it is worth more than many a modern quarto. Other papers
are attractive; and there is much of the spirit of the times throughout
the Number.--Poland, the Political Times, and the Lord Chancellor's
Levee--are vividly written. The last is a good specimen of the "keep
moving" style of a Magazine. We intend to quote largely from the

_Memoirs of the Macaw of a Lady of Quality_,

BY LADY MORGAN:

I am a native of one of the most splendid regions of the earth, where
nature dispenses all her bounties with a liberal hand; and where man
and bird are released from half the penalties to which, in other climes,
their flesh is heir. I was born in one of those superb forests of fruit
and flowers so peculiar to the Brazils, which stood at no great distance
from an Indian village, and was not far removed from an European
settlement. This forest was impervious to human footsteps. A nation of
apes occupied the interior; and the dynasty of the Psittacus Severus,
or Brazilian queen macaw, inhabited the upper regions.--Several
subject-states of green and yellow parrots constituted our colonial
neighbours. My family held the highest rank in the privileged classes
of our oligarchy; for our pride would not admit of a king, and our
selfishness (so I must call it) would allow of no rights. We talked
nevertheless in our legislative assemblies of our happy constitution,
which by tacit agreement we understood to mean "happy for ourselves;"
but the green and yellow parrots too plainly showed a strong disposition
to put another interpretation on the phraseology. My paternal nest was
situated in the hollow of one of the most ancient and lofty trees in