last number:

'THIS sterling Monthly is always punctual to a day in its issues,
promptly appearing with the dawn of the month, though our notices
of it frequently lag sadly behind it. It is yet, however, by no
means too late to say that it enters upon the year '44 and its
twenty-third volume with ability and zeal unabated, and that it is
yet, as it has been heretofore, by far the handsomest, ablest, and
most interesting literary Monthly issued in this country. Each
number contains over a hundred pages, and in the Editor's Table
alone is often found more matter than the entire body of some of
its rivals contains. It has a long list of zealous correspondents,
bound to it not more by interest than affection, and numbering
among them the most gifted and distinguished writers in the
country. The 'Quod Correspondence,' a novel which is running
through the successive numbers, is one of the best works of the
kind ever written; its scenes possess a deep dramatic interest,
and throughout the whole, moral principles are clearly and
powerfully evolved. 'The Idleberg Papers' is the general title of
another capital series, and the work is otherwise filled with
excellent prose and generally good poetry. The 'Editor's Table' is
by far the most racy and entertaining collection of anecdotes,
humorous and pathetic passages, slight criticisms, etc., to be met
in any magazine. We cordially commend the old and excellent
KNICKERBOCKER to the continued love and patronage of the public.'

The _Evening Post_ bestows upon the number praise equally warm and
cordial. It adverts to its typographical appearance, with the remark that
'it is beautifully printed; that even those parts which are put in the
smallest characters are so distinctly impressed that the dimmest eyes may
read them.' It lauds especially the article on 'Descriptive Poetry,' the
'Idleberg Papers,' the 'Sketches of East Florida,' and some of the poetry;
and the editor, WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT, Esq., is kind enough to add, that
'no part is better than the Editor's Table, which presents as excellent a
Salmagundi as was ever served up.' We scarcely dare claim to have _earned_
these high encomiums; but we are anxious to evince to our subscribers, and
especially to those new friends (and _their_ friends) who have begun the
year with us, that we shall spare no pains to _deserve_ them. It will be
our