From the New England Galaxy
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ssTHE ARKANSAS ApvocATE''-Alb Pike, Editor and Proprietor. Here is an- other of the young fellows who made their first appearance in the Yankee, setting up paper for himself-or buying into one ra- ther-in the Great Deep of the Western Wilderness. Albert Pike IS a man of ge- nius--a poet--and a natural, easy, and off, entimes eloquent prose writer. We wish him success from the bottom of our hearts -and the more from hearing that he has undertaken to set up for himself as a mar ried man as we'll as an editor. His lines on the Fall of Poland are now before us.

 She hath sunken again into slavery's tomb,

 Like thuHder6Olt queaehing itSelf in the sea.s

 Mercy on ns! what have we done!-Nobo dy on earth has more respect for marriage, or sleeping partners, than ourselves! But brother Pike will understand us, and his partner too, Or we are sadly mistaken. By the prey taken, we judge of the trap--the fish IS inferred from the bait-birds of feather, Sc. &c. N.

 Ahem! Brother Neal is married man too, or we are grievously mistaken. Those who live in glass houses-he knows the rest. We thank him for his compliment and his good wishes-and well aware of the feelings which prompted them, shall be slow to forget them. We have pushed off our skiff, and ha- zarded our all upon the voyage. Let us see if the people will support us.

 Our right hand to the Western Weekly Review, and the Jackson Truth Teller. The ''voice of one crying in the wilderness of Arkansas, shall not cease to be heard--nor the White flag be lowered by us. Let them have eourare--and they must overcome.