The Sun.
London, England, 1844-01-01 00:00:00

HOOD'S MAGAZINE.

This day is published, price 2s. 6d.,
If_TOOD'S MONTHLY MAGAZINE AND
As A, COMIC MISCELLANY.
Whatever may be thought of Dr. Dickson's theory, that the
type of Disease in general is periodical, there can be no doubt
of its applicability to Modern Literature, which is essentially
Periodical, whether the type be long primer, brevier, or bour-
geois. It appears, moreover, by the rapid consumption of
Monthlies, compared with the decline of the Annuals, that fre-
quent fits of publication are more prevalent and popular than
yearly paroxysms.
Under these circumstances, no apology is necessary for the
present undertaking; but stem, which exacts an Overture
to a new Opera. and a Prologue to a new Play, requires a few
words of Jared-cation to a new Monthly Magazine.
On eprominent object, then, of the projected publication, as
implied by the sub-title of " Comic Miscellany," will be the
supply of harmless " Mirth for the Million," and light thoughts,
to a Public sorely oppressed—if its word be worth a rush, or
its complaints of an ounce weight—by hard times, heavy taxes,
and those " eating cares" which attend on the securing of food
for the day, as well as a provision for the future. For the relief
of such afflicted classes, the Editor, assisted by able Humourists,
will dispense a series of papers and woodcuts, which it is hoped
will cheer the gloom of Willow Walk, and the loneliness of
Wilderness Row—sweeten the bitterness of Camomile Street,
and Wormwood Street—smooth the ruffled temper of Cress
Street, and enable even Crooked Lane to unbend itself. It is
hardly necessary to promise that this end will be pursued with-
out raising a Maiden Blush, much less a Damask, in the nur-
sery grounds of modesty—or trespassing, by wanton person-
alities, on the parks and lawns of Private Life. In a word,
it will aim at being merry and wise, instead of merry and
tnerwise.
For the Sedate, there will be papers of a becoming gravity ;
and the lover of Poetry will be supplied with numbers in each
Number.
As to Politics, the reader of HOOD'S MAGAZINE will
vainly search in its pages for a Panacea for Agricultural Dis-
tress, or a Grand Catholicon for Irish Agitation ; he will use-
lessly seek to know whether we ought to depend for our bread
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A total abstinence from such stimulating topics and fer-
mented questions is, indeed, insured by the established charac-
ter of the Editor, and his notorious aversion to party spirit. To
borrow his own words, from a letter to the Proprietors—" I
am no politician, and far from instructed on those topics which,
to parody a common phrase, no gentleman's newspaper should
be without. Thus, for any knowledge of mine, the Irish Pro-
secutions may be for pirating the Irish Melodies ; the Pennsyl-
vanians may have repudiated their wives; Duff Green may be
a place, like Goose Green ; Prince Polignac a dahlia or a car-
nation, and the Duc de Bordeaux a tulip. The Spanish
affairs I could never master, even with a Pronouncing
Dictionary at my elbow ; it would puzzle me to say
whether Queen Isabella's majority is er is not equal
to Sir Robert Peel's; or if the shelling the Barcelonese was
done with bombs and mortars, or the nutcrackers. Prim may
be a quaker, and the whole Civil War about the Seville
Oranges. Nay, even on domestic matters 'nearer home, my
profound political ignorance leaves me in doubt on questions
concerning which the newsmen's boys and printers' devils have
formed very decided opinions ; for example, whether the Corn-
law League ought to extend beyond three miles from Mark-
lane—or the Sliding Scale should regulate the charges at the
Glaciarium ; what share the Welch Whigs have had in the
Welch Riots, and how far the Ryots in India were excited by
the slaughter of the Brahmin Bull. On all such public sub-
jects I em less aq fait than that Publicise the Potboy, at the
public-house, with the insolvent sign, The Hog in the Pound."
Polemics will be excluded with the same rigour ; and espe-
cially the Tractarian Schism. The reader et HOOD'S
MAGAZINE must not hope, therefore, to be told whether an
old Protestant Church ought to be plastered with Roman
Cement ; or, if a design for a new one should be washed in
with Newman's colours. And most egregiously will he be dis-
appointed should he look for Controversial Theology in our
Poet's Corner. He might as well expect to see Queens of
Sheba, and divided babies from wearing Solomon's Spectacles !
For the rest, a critical eye will be kept on our current Lite-
rature—a regretful one on the Drama, and a kind one for the
Fine Arts, from whose Artesian Well there will be an occa-
sional drawing.
Wi h this brief, explanatory Announcement, HOOD'S
MAGAZINE and COMIC MISCELLANY is left to re.
commend itself by its own merits to those enlightened judges,
the Reviewers; and to that impartial jury—too vast to pack in
any case—the British Public.
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Advertisements, and Communications for the Editor, are re-
quested to be addressed.

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