The New Hampshire Gazette

COMMUNICATION:

Non sum qualis eram.

THE PORTSMOUTH JOURNAL

Of Literature And Politics,

To be conducted by a gentleman, is announced in the last Oracle, which it appears has ended forever its inspirations to the great astonishment of all who are not admitted to the secrets of our literati. This is done to give room to the new establishment which like a Phoenix from the ashes of the old is to light up the darkness of our literary atmosphere. The change has a characteristic effect on the different patrons of the old paper,--some are wiping away the fast flowing tears, others rejoicing, while they see with "the mind's eye" the future resplendent glories of the new journal.

Your correspondent, Messrs. Editors, is one of the Oracle's weeping patrons; for though glad that the sun of literature is about to rise, yet his heart is not so hard or his mind so capricious as to forget in a moment his old friend, and to receive without a sigh, the new companion to his bosom. The old was in existence when he was born, has ever been his weekly companion; and his converse, if not animating, has always been soothing and composing to the nerves.

No--the Oracle shall always be remembered among the "little nothings" which habit has endeared, which feeling has cherished, and which the affections cling to, striving to keep the visions within permanent, if all without be mutable, fleeting and transitory.

And then--to die with scarce a farewell to its friends--to be hurried into the grave by an unnatural son, who discards his parent's name --and this, too, after thirty years of active life-- it is too much * * * * * * * *

We should be inconsolable did we not believe in the transmigration of souls--or of bodies. --and that at times, we may be able to catch a glimpse of the father in the child, in spite of the alterations; and that the Journal may sometimes bring to mind the Oracle, in spite of the new name, handsome paper and fresh editor--

P.S.