Ah! call not perfidy her fickle choice! WOMAN'S CONVERSATIONAL POWERS. Yes, Woman, yes!-Though in his pompous school, Scenes, persons, things, and spread delight on all; In mutual ignorance, gay stores of truth: No theme thou need'st accordant thoughts to strike, ANNE HUNTER, 1742-1821. ANNE HUNTER, the wife of the celebrated anatomist, John Hunter, and the daughter of Mr. Robert Home, was born in the year 1742. She enjoyed the friendship of Mrs. Elizabeth Carter and Mrs. Montagu, and was no inconsiderable member of that circle of literary ladies who composed their society. She excelled in lyric poetry, and two of her songs, "My mother bids me braid my hair," and "The Mermaid's Song," are embalmed in the eternal melodies of Haydn. She died in London on the 7th of January, 1821. Her poetry displays much elegance and feeling, of which the following are fair specimens: TO-MORROW. How heavy falls the foot of Time! To-morrow still the phantom flies, Eludes our grasp, is pass'd and gone; And in the morning thou art flown! Thy promise, broken o'er and o'er, THE LOT OF THOUSANDS. When hope lies dead within the heart, 'Tis hard to smile when one would weep; Yet such the lot for thousands cast Who wander in this world of care, Yet nature waits her guests to greet, TO MY DAUGHTER, On being separated from her on her marriage. Yet will it be as when the past 'Twin'd every joy and care and thought, And o'er our minds one mantle cast Of kind affections finely wrought? Ah, no! the groundless hope were vain, For so we ne'er can meet again! May he who claims thy tender heart Deserve its love, as I have done! If so belov'd, thou'rt fairly won. VICESIMUS KNOX, 1752-1821. VICESIMUS KNOX, son of the Rev. Vicesimus Knox, was born on the 8th of December, 1752. After completing the usual course of preparatory study, he entered St. John's College, Oxford. While here, and before he took his bachelor's degree, he wrote and published anonymously many of those "Essays" which have chiefly contributed to his fame. They were very much admired, and a second edition was soon called for, which he very much enlarged and prefixed his name to them, under the title of Essays, Moral and Literary." These essays are written in a forcible and elegant style, formed on the purest classical models, and contain most valuable directions for the cultivation of the understanding, and the conduct of life; and what recommends them still more is the rich fund of classical and miscellaneous entertainment they afford.' From college, after having regularly taken the degrees of bachelor and master of arts, Mr. Knox was elected, in 1778, to succeed his father as head master of Tunbridge School. He held this post of honor and usefulness for thirty-three years, or till 1811, when he, in turn, was succeeded by his son. His next publication was a work entitled "Liberal Education, or a Practical Treatise on the Methods of acquiring Useful and Polite Learning." This was well received, and was soon republished in our country, and was translated on the continent. In 1788, he published a series of miscellaneous papers under the title of "Winter Evenings," which, though not equal, on the whole, to the "Essays," abound in fine writing and excellent moral instruction. In his introductory essay, he thus comments on the title he had chosen, and speaks in praise of 1 "Few publications have been more popular, and more deservedly so, than these instructive Essays, which have passed through sixteen editions. The subjects on which Dr. Knox has expatiated in these volumes are numerous and well chosen, and they uniformly possess a direct tendency either to improve the head or amend the heart. To persons of every description, but especially to young persons, the essays of our author are invaluable; their first praise is, that they recommend, in a most fascinating manner, all that is good and great; and secondly, they are in a high degree calculated to form the taste, and excite a spirit of literary enthusiasm." Drake's Essays, vol. v. p.. 366. A WINTER EVENING. Books enable the imagination to create a summer in the midst of frost and snow; and, with the assistance of culinary fire, whose comfortable warmth supplies, round the parlor hearth, the absence of the sun, I believe the winter is considered by few as less pleasurable, upon the whole, than the season of soft breezes and solar effulgence. The student shuts the door while the chill wind whistles round his room, and the rain beats upon the tiles and pavements, stirs his fire, snuffs his candle, throws himself into his elbow chair, and defies the elements. If he chooses to transport himself to warm climates, to regions delightful as the vale of Tempé, or even to riot in all the enchanting scenes of Elysium, he has only to take a volume from his bookcase, and, with every comfort of ease and safety at home, he can richly feast his capacious imagination. For myself, I must acknowledge that, though I have no objection to games in moderation, I have, at the same time, no taste for them. They appear to me too dull and unideal to afford a thinking man, who values his leisure, an adequate return of amusement for the time they engross. In a rural retirement, what could I do in the winter evenings, when no society interrupted, but read or write? I have done both in a vicissitude pleasant to myself, and as my inclination or my ideas of propriety suggested. In these employments I have found my time pass away, not only innocently, but pleasantly; and most of these lucubrations are literally what their title insinuates, the produce of the Winter Evenings. After "The Winter Evenings," appeared "Letters to a Young Nobleman;""Christian Philosophy," in two vols. ; "Considerations on the Lord's Supper," in one vol.; and a pamphlet "On the National Importance of Classical Education." He also published, for the use of his school, expurgated editions of Horace and Juvenal, and that series of selections from the works of the best English authors, well known as "Elegant Extracts" and "Elegant Epistles." After a life of great usefulness and industry, he died at Tunbridge, on the 6th of September, 1821. His literary reputation was deservedly great; but, what is still better, his whole character was a model of Christian virtue, and all his works were calculated to improve the heart as well as inform the mind. 13 ON THE PERIODICAL ESSAYISTS. I am not in the number of those politicians who estimate national good merely by extent of territory, richness of revenue, and commercial importance. I rather think that pure religion, good morals, fine taste, solid literature, and all those things which, while they contribute to elevate human nature, contribute also to render private life dignified and comfortable, constitute that true national good to which politics, war, and commerce are but subordinate and instrumental. Indeed, one cannot always say so much in their praise; for, after all the noise which they make in the world, they are often injurious to everything for which society appears, in the eye of reason, to have been originally instituted. Under this conviction, I cannot help thinking that such writers as an Addison and a Steele have caused a greater degree of national good than a Marlborough and a Walpole. They have successfully recommended such qualities as adorn human nature, and such as tend also, in their direct consequences, to give grandeur and stability to empire. For, in truth, it is personal merit and private virtue which can alone preserve a free country in a prosperous state, and indeed render its prosperity desirable. How are men really the better for national prosperity when, as a nation grows rich, its morals are corrupted, mutual confidence lost, and debauchery and excess of all kinds pursued with such general and unceasing ardor, as seduces the mind to a state of abject slavery and impotence? If I am born in a country where my mind and body are almost sure to be corrupted by the influence of universal example, and my soul deadened in all its nobler energies, what avails it that the country extends its dominion beyond the Atlantic and the Ganges? It had been better for me that I had not been born than born in such a country. Moralists, therefore, who have the art to convey their instruction successfully, are the most valuable patriots and the truest benefactors to their country. And among these I place in the highest rank, because of the more extensive diffusion of their labors, the successful writers of periodical lucubrations. Among these, the "Tatler" is the first in the order of time who will claim attention. For those which preceded were entirely political and controversial, and soon sunk into oblivion when the violence of party which produced them had subsided. But the general purpose of the "Tatler," as Steele himself declares, was to |