The Anglo-African Magazine
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Title
The Anglo-African Magazine
Description
The Anglo-African Magazine was the first African-American literary magazine. Its masthead declared it was "devoted to Literature, Science, Statistics, and the Advancement of the Cause of Human Freedom". Run by Thomas Hamilton, it published a variety of fiction, poetry, scientific discourse, and essays. Its contributors included Martin Delany, William J. Wilson, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, James McCune Smith, and more. Though its run was brief, it is especially memorable for it's ambitious mission to be a "force" - publishing Delany's Blake; or the Huts of America, William J. Wilson's ("Ethiop")'s "The African American Picture Gallery", Harper's "The Two Offers", and "A Statistical View of the Colored Population from 1790-1830".
Creator
Thomas Hamilton
Source
Further Reading:
Jackson, Debra, “‘A Cultural Stronghold’: The ‘Anglo-African’ Newspaper and the Black
Community of New York” in New York History, 85 (2004), pp. 331-57
Wilson, Ivy, “The brief wondrous life of the Anglo-African magazine: Or, antebellum African
American editorial practice and its afterlives” in Publishing Blackness: Textual Constructions of Race Since 1850 (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 2013), pp. 18-38
Jackson, Debra, “‘A Cultural Stronghold’: The ‘Anglo-African’ Newspaper and the Black
Community of New York” in New York History, 85 (2004), pp. 331-57
Wilson, Ivy, “The brief wondrous life of the Anglo-African magazine: Or, antebellum African
American editorial practice and its afterlives” in Publishing Blackness: Textual Constructions of Race Since 1850 (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 2013), pp. 18-38
Date
January 1859 - March 1861
Collection Items
The Coming Man
I exist, and yet of what avail am I; What poor human need leans on me?What aid am I to fellow weakness?The iron hoof of nations has trod upon me,As upon the worm that crawls the ground;But unlike the worm, I turn not crushed.The contumely, scorn,…
Gone to God
Finished now the weary throbbing,
Of a bosom calmed to rest;
Laid aside the heavy sorrows,
That for years upon it prest.
All the thirst for pure affection,
All the hunger of the heart;
All the vain and tearful cryings,
All forever now…
The Teacher and His Pupil
SCENE. School Room, school in session.Dramatie Personae:Teacher. A bachelor rising thirty.Pupil. A beautiful girl of sixteen
I see that curling and high arched brown,
"Scold thee?" aye that I will,
Pouting I see thee still,
Thou Jade! I know that…
The Dying Fugitive
Slowly o'er his darkened features,Stole the warning shades of death;And we knew the shadowing angelWaited for his parting breath.He had started for his freedom;And his heart beat firm and high--But before he won the guerdon,Came the message--he must…
Lines
Oh harvest sun, serenely shining
On waving fields and leafy bowers,
On garden wall and latticed vine,
Thrown brightly, as in by-gone hours.
Oh ye sweet voices of the wind,
Wooing our tears, in angel tones;
Friends of my youth, shall I not weep?
Ye…
The Sentinel of Freedom
"Watchman, what of the night?"
The storm has begun, the thunders are pealing,
The lightning of truth, like the stern flashing eye
Of Justice, that sleeps not, of vengeance unfeeling
Are bursting from clouds in their conflict on high;
The winds of…
The Musing Slave
The queenly moon an artist seem,
And paints, as if with magic touch,
The midnight landscapes on the streams, And softens into angel dreams
The scenes we love so much.
The city, with its sparkling vanes,
Like Mercy's fluttering wings,
Seem hovering…
John Brown at Harper's Ferry
The Sabbath day has passed, and night
Her sable mantle over all had spread.
The silent pavement, now deserted quite,
Gave back to mortal ear no echoing tread.
The lordly master and the trembling slave,
The poor, proud youth, who scorns his…
Her sable mantle over all had spread.
The silent pavement, now deserted quite,
Gave back to mortal ear no echoing tread.
The lordly master and the trembling slave,
The poor, proud youth, who scorns his…
Lines: Inspired by a Cold Interview with an Abolitionist
Oh! dreadful, crushing thought, that grinds itselfInto the soul of him, who knows and feels, He bears a name, whose mention will debar Him from all right. It indicates no crime-- Fixes upon the soul no stain of sin, And from the exalted character of…
Youth, In Heaven
"In heaven, the angels are advancing continually to the spring-time of their youth, so that the oldest angel appears the youngest." --
Swedenborg.Not for them the length-ning shadows,
Falling coldly 'round our lives;
Nearer, nearer, through the…
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