there are so many things worthy of imitation in the character of this excellent young person, we think we cannot do better than hold her up as a model to the young females of the present day. The justnesse of her stature, person, comelinesse of countenance, gracefullnesse of motion, unaffected tho' more than ordinary beautifull, were the least of her ornaments compared with those of her mind. Of early piety, singularly religious, spending a part of every day in private devotion, reading and other vertuous exercises; she had collected and written out many of the most usefull and judicious periods of the books she read in a kind of common-place, as out of Dr. Hammond on the New Testament, and most of the best practical treatises. She had read and digested a considerable deale of history and places. The French tongue was as familiar to her as English; she understood Italian, and was able to render a laudable account of what she read and observed, to which assisted a most faithful memory and discernment; and she did make very prudent and discreete reflexions upon what she had observed of the conversations among which she had at any time ben, which being continualy of persons of the best quality, she thereby improved. She had an excellent voice, to which she play'd a thorough-bass on the harpsichord, in both which she arived to that perfection, that of the schollars of those two famous masters Signors Pietro and Bartholomeo she was esteem'd the best; for the sweetenesse of her voice and management of it added such an agreeablenesse to her countenance, without any constraint or concerne, that when she sung, it was as charming to the eye as to the eare; this I rather note, because it was a universal remarke, and for which so many noble and judicious persons in musiq desired to heare her, the last being at Lord Arundel's of Wardour. What shall I say, or rather not say, of the cheerefullness and agreeablenesse of her humour ? condescending to the meanest servant in the family, or others, she still kept up respect, without the least pride. She would often reade to them, examine, instruct, and pray with them if they were sick, so as she was exceedingly beloved of every body. Piety was so prevalent an ingredient in her constitution (as I may say) that even amongst equals and superiors she no sooner became intimately acquainted, but she would endeavour to improve them, by insinuating something of religion, and that tended to bring them to a love of devotion; she had one or two confidents with whom she used to passe whole dayes in fasting, reading and prayers, especialy before the monethly communion and other solemn occasions. She abhorr'd flattery, and tho' she had aboundance of witt, the raillery was so innocent and ingenuous that it was most agreeable; she sometimes would see a play, but since the stage grew licentious, express'd herselfe weary of them, and the time spent at the theater was an unaccountable vanity. She never play'd at cards without extreame importunity and for the company, but this was so very seldome that I cannot number it among any thing she could name a fault. No one could read prose or verse better or with more judgment; and as she read, so she writ, not only most correct orthography, with that maturitie of judgment and exactnesse of the periods, choice of expressions, and familiarity of stile, that some letters of hers have astonish'd me and others to whom she has occasionally written. She had a talent of rehersing any comical part or poeme, as to them she might be decently free with was more pleasing than heard on ye theater; she daunc'd with the greatest grace I had ever seene, and so would her master say, who was Mons Isaac; but she seldome shew'd that perfection, save in the gracefullnesse of her carriage, which was with an aire of spritely modestie not easily to be described. Nothing affected, but natu ral and easy as well in her deportment as in her discourse, which was always materiall, not trifling, and to which the extraordinary sweetnesse of her tone, even in familiar speaking, was very charming. Nothing was so pretty as her descending to play with little children, whom she would caresse and humour with greate delight. But she most affected to be with grave and sober men, of whom she might learne something, and improve herselfe. I have ben assisted by her in reading and praying by me; comprehensive of uncommon notions, curious of knowing every thing to some excesse, had I not sometimes repressed it. Nothing was so delightfull to her as to go into my study, where she would willingly have spent whole dayes, for as I sayd she had read aboundance of history, and all the best poets, even Terence, Plautus, Homer, Virgil, Horace, Ovid; all the best romances and modern poemes; she could compose happily, and put in pretty symbols, as in the Mundus Muliebris [a poem of Mr. Evelyn's], wherein is an enumeration of the immense variety of the modes and ornaments belonging to the sex; but all these are vaine trifles to the virtues which adorn'd her soule; she was sincerely religious, most dutifull to her parents, whom she lov'd with an affection temper'd with greate esteeme, so as we were easy and free, and never were so well pleas'd as when she was with us, nor needed we other conversation; she was kind to her sisters, and was still improving them by her constant course of piety.'-Evelyn's Memoirs, vol. i, pp. 588-591. *15. 1799.-WILLIAM MELmoth died, ÆT. 89, Son of the author of the Great Importance of a Religious Life'.' His Letters,' under the name of Fitzosborne,' are universally admired for the elegance See Remarkable Days, April 6. of their language, and their just and liberal remarks on various topics. Mr. Melmoth published elegant and faithful translations of Pliny's Letters', Cicero's Letters, and of his treatises on Friendship and Old Age. The author of the Pursuits of Literature says, ‹ Mr. Melmoth is a happy example of the mild influence of learning on a cultivated mind; I mean that learning which is declared to be the aliment of youth, and the delight and consolation of declining years. Who could not envy this fortunate old man his most finished translation and comment on Tully's Cato? Or, rather, who would not rejoice in the refined and mellowed pleasure of so accomplished a gentleman, and so liberal a scholar?' *16. 1800.-DAVID DOIG, LL.D., DIed. He was master of the Free School, at Stirling, in Scotland, and was, at the time of his death, the oldest officiating schoolmaster in Great Britain, being eighty-one years of age. He was a most excellent scholar, but had met with rewards very inadequate to his merits. His salary was not above £70 a-year, so cheap is learning in Scotland. He was a member of the Royal and Antiquarian Societies of Edinburgh, and was as remarkable for his modesty as for his universal acquaintance with languages, to which the article Philology in the Encyclopædia Britannica, written by him, sufficiently bears testimony. The only things besides which he published, were Letters to Lord Kaimes on the Universality of the Savage State; Extract from a Poem on the Prospect from Stirling Castle; some Papers in the Transactions of the Royal Society of Edinburgh, and some other articles in the Encyclopædia Britannica. His very limited income prevented him from making any extensive publications, especially as his works, being of a learned kind, would not have suited the 1 Dr. Warton, in a Note on Pope's Works, mentions this translation as one of the few that are better than the original.' generality of readers. He left about twenty complete works in manuscript, principally upon subjects of antient literature, and an analysis of some of the Epistles of the New Testament. 17.-SAINT PATRICK. The tutelar saint of Ireland was born in the year 371, in a village called Bonaven Taberniæ, probably Kilpatrick, in Scotland, between Dunbriton and Glasgow. He died at the good old age of 123, and was buried at Down, in Ulster.-See T. T. for 1815, p. 80; T. T. for 1818, p. 55; for 1819, p. 67; and Jocelyn's Life and Miracles of St. Patrick. LINES translated from the IRISH. The frozen heart of Polly Roe. *17. 1640.-PHILIP MASSINGER Died, Our greatest dramatic poet, after Shakspeare. In tragedy, Massinger is rather eloquent than pathetic; yet he is often as majestic, and generally more elegant than his master: he is as powerful a ruler of the understanding, as Shakspeare is of the passions. With the disadvantage of succeeding that matchless poet, there is still much original beauty in his works; and the most extensive acquaintance with poetry, will hardly diminish the pleasure of a reader and admirer of Massinger. Throughout his life he appears to have maintained a constant struggle with adversity, and to have enjoyed no gleam of sunshine: life was to him one long wintry day, and 'sha |