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PAGE. Loss of the Albion,
A Flight of Fancy,

4 Lines, on the Anniversary of a A Student's Journal, 25, 40, 49, 81, 106 Sister's Death, by J. W. Miller, 90 A Teacher's Counsels,

43 Lines, written in an Album, by J. A Blessed Spirit to his Friends in W. Miller,

108 the World, from the German of Letter to the Editor,

195 Claudius,

59 A Touch of the Sentimental, 93

M. Advice to a Young Wife,

97 Means of Cultivating Youthful A Vision, 128 Feelings,

5 An Address at the Grave of Jane My Cousin Clara,

17 K. Palmer, by Rev. Dr. Fitch, 129 Myra,

21 A Parable, from the German of Meditations on the Lord's Prayer, Claudius,


from the German of Claudius, 142,157 A Soliloquy, 140 My Bird,

190 A Moralizing Lecture, 145 Musings,

194 A Disputation, from the German of Claudius,



Night Musings, from an Unpub-
lished Poem,

85 Counsels to a Son, from the German of Claudius,


R. Constitutional Diversities in Man Remarks on some Sayings of the kind,

84 Preacher Solomon, from the

German of Claudius,
Desultory Thoughts on Satire,

David's Lamentation,
75 Simplicity of Character,

10 Description of a Picture, 184 Stanzas,

13 Speculations on New-Year's Day, E. from the German of Claudius,

32 Extracts from a Letter,

22 Stanzas, addressed to a Young Lady,

137 F.

Sleep, from the German of Herder, 185 Fragment, from a Poem on the Sonnet,

186 Death of a Friend,

37 Funeral Lamentation, from the German of Claudius, 113 The Editor's Introduction,

1 Fragment of a Poem, by the late The Young Lady to her Dog, 29 James William Miller, 125 | Thoughts on Dreams,

33 The Twilight Hour,

44 I.

The Difference between Nature I, and my Window,

3 and Art, from the German of Invocation to Vanity, 18

53 Claudius,

57, 76



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SELECTED ARTICLES. Thoughts on Friendship, from the

PAGE. German of Clandius,

54 A Glimpse of Joanna Baillie, 13 The Choice of Colors,

55 A Compliment for Novel ReadThe Morals of Dreams,


ers, The Guardian Angel, a Scene

A Pastor's Advice to a Young from an Unpublished Work, 70 Lady,

30 The Dying Child,

82 All is Well, by Rev. C. B. Tayler, 99 To a Lady, by J. 'W. Miller, 106 A Dream, by Jean Paul,

133 The Resurrection of the Widow's Constancy, by George Herbert,

Son, from the German of Clau Echo and Silence, by Sir Egerton
109 Brydges,

53 To my Child,

114 Extracts from the Poems of Sir The Pilgrims, from the German John Davies, of Krummacher,

131 Evening Reflections, from the Rus· The Hat that I've played in, 149 sian,

138 The People's Flower, or Field Extracts from Professor Henry's Daisy,


151 The Caged Nightingale, from the Education and Literature in our

German of Krummacher, 156 Country, from Rev. H. BushThe Ornament of Boyhood, 157 nell's Oration,

183 The Little Flowers,

159 Good and Evil, by J. W. Miller, 86 The Little Genius, No. 1-The Home,

52 Secret of Human Happiness, 161 Hymn,

144 The Little Genius, No. 2-The Lines, by William Thompson BaMiseries of Men of Genius, 190 con,

196 The Early Dead, from the German Mental Development, by Sampson of Herder, 165 Reed,

19 The Bride,

165 Rules of Life, by Jean Paul, 9 The Child of Mercy, from the The Child of Sorrow, translated German of Herder,


from the German of Herder, by The Reply to a Poetical Letter Charles Hodges,

39 from a Lady,

182 The Pulley, by George Herbert, 59 W.

Thoughts on Poetry, by Dr. ChanWinter Moonlight Evening, 21


91 Wordsworth,


The History of a Trifler, hy Miss

The Ass and the Nightingale,
from the Russian,

160 Autobiography of Sir Egerton

The Appropriate Sphere of WoBrydges,

45, 60 man, by Rev. Hubbard WinsMemorials of Mrs. Hemans, 16


172 Nature,


The true Value of Books to the Philothea, by Mrs. Child,

16 Scholar, from R. W. Emerson's The Religious Magazine, 96 Oration,

187 The Ladies' Wreath,


Voice of the Old Elm, by J. W. Wordsworth's Poetical Works, 95 Miller,



No. 3, page 39, first stanza, fourth line, for figure read finger.
No. 10, page 157, first stanza, second line, for rose-hued read rosy-hued.


Vol. III.


No. 1.


-“Should we, by chance, succeed
In what we write, (and that's a chance indeed,)
Then, friendly reader, gladly shall we see
Our humble offering smiled on by thee;
But yet, we cannot grant that thy applause
Is our work's ultimate or only cause."

[Altered from an old poem.]

In entering on our duties as Editor of the Microcosm, it seems proper to inform our readers distinctly in regard to the proposed plan and character of the work; and this we shall do as briefly as possible.

In the first place, then, the Microcosm will not be, in future, devoted chiefly to wives and mothers. We do not feel in the least qualified to take charge of a work for their especial benefit—more than that, we do not feel at all inclined to take upon ourselves the office of instructing young wives and grave matrons in their conjugal and maternal duties ; and though mere incapacity seems to be considered, now-a-days, as no reason for declining any undertaking whatever, yet disinclination is al. lowed, by all the world, to be a very sufficient reason.

We shall endeavor to render our magazine interesting and useful to the female sex generally ; but it is for the young, chiefly, that we have undertaken the work-and if, by means of it, we can do any thing to elevate the taste, to arouse the intellect, to strengthen the Christian prin. ciples of youthful females ; any thing to inspire them with a deeper love of excellence, or incite them to more earnest efforts for its attainment we shall feel that the end for which we labor is accomplished.

We shall aim to make the Microcosm truly religious in its tendency, but nothing sectarian will be admitted to its pages. We hope to present our readers with many articles which shall possess, at the same time, a high literary character and a deeply religious spirit

, and which will impart just and elevated views of the nature and destiny of man; but the work will not be devoted chiefly to the discussion of religious subjects. Any thing of a literary nature, calculated to refine the taste, to enlarge the mind, to convey useful information, or merely to give innocent amusement, will be considered suitable for our purpose.

We shall endeavor to have the work filled with original papers; but we shall always prefer a selected article, which possesses uncommon merit and is not generally accessible, to an indifferently good original production. In regard to the literary resources upon which we rely, we have but

a few words to say. We expect the assistance of the late Editor of the work, and of several individuals whose contributions to the Microcosm have been generally acceptable. We hope, also, to obtain com. munications from some of the most distinguished female writers in the country ; at present, however, this is but a hope. We have not been able, as yet, to make such arrangements for rendering our magazine in. teresting and useful as we intend to make. This assertion, with those who know us, will pass for something more than idle words. We think that future numbers of the work will be, on the whole, better than this one; we hope they will be much better ; but we do not like to make many promises. Our exertions to render the Microcosm a valuable publication will, certainly, be earnest and untiring ; but it must speak for itself-and, by its own merits, let it stand or fall. If our readers do not form any unreasonable expectations, we think they will not be disappointed.

Those who “ judge of a book by the number of cubic inches it contains," may despise our magazine on account of its size. It is, in. deed, an insignificant, Lilliputian affair ; but has not the wise man (or some other man) said, “The bee is little among such as fly; yet her fruit is the chief of sweet things !" Should our subscription list be much enlarged, we intend to add eight pages to each number of the work, without increasing its price.

It has been said that an author should ask the question, “ Reader, how do you please me ?” as well as, “ Reader, how do you like me?" And so, we would say to each of our subscribers—if you are one of that class whose leading principle of criticism, we have often thought, might well be resolved into some such aphorism as this—contempt is the be. ginning of wisdom ; if you consider it necessary to the maintenance of your reputation for critical acumen to find fault with every thing you come across; if you are quick-sighted in respect to the faults and shortsighted in regard to the merits of every literary production—then, we like you not at all. You may be very wise-yea, even a second Daniel, at least in your own estimation ; but we write not for you. We rever. ence your wisdom so much that we desire ever to keep at a respectful distance from it; and we have but this favor to ask of you—that you will take your eyes from our magazine, and your names from our subscription list, right speedily, and leave us to get along without you as well as we can. But on the other hand, if you are of a kind and charitable spirit ; willing to be pleased; ready to acknowledge the merits as well as to point out the faults in our little work—we like you well, and we hope to journey on with you, from month to month, in good fellowship, cheered by your approving smile.

We have engaged in this work with some misgivings in regard to our entire fitness for the undertaking; yet not, we must be allowed to say, without feeling ourselves in some degree qualified for it. We are prepared for some unpleasant things in the path upon which we have entered, but we trust we shall also meet with much that is cheering. We look, with confidence, for the indulgent criticism and lenient judg. ment of the enlightened and charitable; and as for the opinion of the ignorant and uncharitable, we shall be most careful not to trouble our

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It is very likely that I am not even so interesting a personage as my window-but, in order to the proper description of my window and the objects connected with it, it is necessary that a brief history of myself should be given.

In the first place, then, I am a very respectable lady, boarding in a very respectable family, in a very pleasant town, in " the land of steady habits. Two rooms, on a second floor, belong exclusively to myself and my dear old Tabby. In my front room is the window which I purpose shortly to describe, where I sit, day after day, in an exceedingly comfortable old arm chair, covered with the gayest calico imagina. ble. Here, secure from the tumult of the world, you will be apt to suppose I am contented and happy—but alas! I have nothing to do.

For a long time past, I have regularly seized on the family basket of weekly mending, and thus, till lately, have been enabled to drive away the hypo. But, a week or two since, an old aunt arrived on a visit to the family, and taking advantage of her relationship and my naturally peaceful disposition, has regularly, since then, taken possession of the basket, and thus deprived me of my only business.

Immediately after this cruel deprivation, I was in a most deplorable state, and even endeavored to peruse some of the old novels which my landlady possessed—but finding they only increased my dejection, I threw them by, and, in desperation, have been driven, as you see, to taking up my pen.

The choice of a subject occupied me, for some time, most agreeably. * At first, I attempted a history of my own life, but I saw, by its total want of incident, that it could not last me long. Many other subjects I tried, but none satisfied me. At last, my window suggested itself, and as it has hitherto been the principal source of my own amusement, I cannot forbear hoping it may be productive of some entertainment to my readers.

My window is an uncommonly fortunate one, possessing the rare and much envied advantage of being placed directly in front of the most shady street in L so that I can look through it to a distance of nearly half a mile, where the view terminates by a broad and very beau. tiful river. By this window I sit all day long, and am much edified, as well as entertained, by the scenes which fall under my observation. Some of the groups before me, I shall now do myself the pleasure of picturing for your benefit.

What shall I select ? Here are ladies, gentlemen, cows, horses, carriages, carts, teamsters, dogs, and children. I will take first our two

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