[Author Unknown]

 [Published in The Pioneer, January, 1843 (1:1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Morgan Panknin for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Edition Project, May 4, 2015]

[Editor's Note]

Voltaire[1]

Heaven shield me from ambition such as his—

To weigh a pun against Eternal bliss

The Rights of Conscience and of Property; or the true issue of the Convent question[1]

[Author Unknown]

[Published in The Pioneer. A Literary and Critical Magazine; Jan 1843 (1:1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Laura Penalver for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Edition Project, May 3, 2015.]

[Editor's Note]

[Author Unknown]

[Published in The Pioneer, January, 1843 (1:1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Max Cunningham for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Project, May 4^th, 2015]

[Editor's Note]

[Author Unknown]

[Published in The Pioneer, January 1843 (1:1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Jessica Edwards for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Edition Project, May 3, 2015.]

[Editor's Note]

Edgar Allan Poe

[Published in The Pioneer (1843); January 1843 1(1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Kelsey Blackman for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Project]

[Editor's Note]

Art is long and Time is fleeting.

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffed drums, are beating

[Author Unknown]

[Published in the Pioneer, January 1843 (1:1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Dieu My Nguyen for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Edition Project, May 4, 2015]

[Editor's Note]

[Anonymous]

[Published in The Pioneer, January 1843 (1:1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Jessica Edwards for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Edition Project, May 3, 2015.]

[Editor's Note]

H.P.

[Published in The Pioneer, January 1843 (1:1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Shannon Higgins for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Edition Project, May 4th 2015]

[Editor's Note]

“O, master of the golden lyre,¹

      Dread twanger of the golden bow,

I call upon thee, mighty sire,

      Old, outcast, blind, and full of woe.

W. W. Story

[Published in The Pioneer, January 1843 (1:1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Shannon Higgins for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Edition Project, May 4th 2015]

[Editor's Note]

With weary heart, and dreary eye,

      He gazed into the lonely night,

Hour after hour dragged slowly by,

      The shadows changed from left to right.

The solemn earth, the stars’ sharp gleam,

John Neal[1]

[Published in The Pioneer, January, 1843 (1.1)]

[Edited and Annotated by Lucy Randazzo for the University of Arizona Antebellum Magazine Edition Project, 05 May 2015.]

[Editor's Note]