from the author. The kiss soon evaporated; but the book I retain - with my name written in it by her own hand to this day; and it is needless to say, I highly value it. Her The last time I saw Hannah More was in the autumn of the year 1833, when she was lying on her death-bed. My mother went to bid her old friend farewell, and I accompanied her. But the venerable woman was then a mere wreck. frame had long been enfeebled, and now the fine gold of her mind had become dim. She knew no one, and took so little nutriment that it was wonderful how she survived so long. She was greatly altered from what she was when I first saw her; indeed, I should not have known her. I took a last glance, and quitted the chamber. Three days afterwards she died, and, in a week from that date, I saw all that was mortal of Hannah More laid in a vault in Wrington Church, near the spot where John Locke was buried. LESSON CXXVIII. Female Accomplishments. HANNAH MORE. A YOUNG lady may excel in speaking French and Italian ; may repeat a few passages from a volume of extracts; playlike a professor, and sing like a siren; have her dressingroom decorated with her own drawings, tables, stands, flowerpots, screens, and cabinets; nay, she may dance like Sempronia herself, and yet we shall insist that she may have been very badly educated. I am far from meaning to set no value whatever on any or all of these qualifications; they are all of them elegant, and many of them properly tend to the perfecting of a polite education. These things, in their measure and degree, may be done; but there are others which should not be left undone. Many things are becoming, but "one thing is needful." Besides, as the world seems to be fully apprized of the value of whatever tends to embellish life, there is less occasion here to insist on its importance. But, though a well-bred young lady may lawfully learn most of the fashionable arts, yet, let me ask, does it seem to be the true end of education to make women of fashion dancers, singers, players, painters, actresses, sculptors, gilders, varnishers, engravers, and embroiderers? Most men are commonly destined to some profession, and their minds are consequently turned each to its respective object. Would it not be strange if they were called out to exercise their profession, or to set up their trade, with only a little general knowledge of the trades and professions of all other men, and without any previous definite application to their own peculiar calling? The profession of ladies, to which the bent of their instruction should be turned, is that of daughters, wives, mothers, and mistresses of families. They should be therefore trained with a view to these several conditions, and be furnished with a stock of ideas, and principles, and qualifications, and habits, ready to be applied and appropriated, as occasion may demand, to each of these respective situations. For though the arts which merely embellish life must claim admiration, yet, when a man of sense comes to marry, it is a companion whom he wants, and not an artist: it is not merely a creature who can paint, and play, and sing, and draw, and dress, and dance; it is a being who can comfort and counsel him; one who can reason, and reflect, and feel, and judge, and discourse, and discriminate; one who can assist him in his affairs, lighten his cares, soothe his sorrows, purify his joys, strengthen his principles, and educate his children. LESSON CXXIX. An Address to the Deity. MRS. BARBAULD. GOD of my life, and author of my days All nature faints beneath the mighty name But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke; His ears are open to the softest cry; If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads. I read his awful name, emblazoned high I hear the voice of God among the trees; Thy hopes shall animate my drooping soul, Then, when the last, the closing hour draws nigh, And earth recedes before my swimming eye, When, trembling, on the doubtful edge of fate I stand, and stretch my view to either state, Teach me to quit this transitory scene With decent triumph and a look serene; Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high, And, having lived to thee, in thee to die! LESSON CXXX. The Three Warnings. MRS. THRALE. THE tree of deepest root is found This great affection to believe, Be pleased to hear a modern tale. When sports went round, and all were gay, |