Emilia Harrington will render essential services to virtue in the unveiling of the deformities of vice. This {192} is a deed of no questionable utility. We fully agree with our author that ignorance of wrong is not security for the right; and Mr. Wilmer has obviated every possible objection to the "Confessions," by a so cautious wording of his disclosures as not to startle, in warning, the virtuous. That the memoirs are not wholly fictitious is more than probable. There is much internal evidence of authenticity in the book itself, and the preface seems to hint that a portion at least of the narrative is true--yet for the sake of human nature it is to be hoped that _some_ passages are overcolored. The _style_ of Mr. Wilmer is not only good in itself, but exceedingly well adapted to his subjects. The letter to _Augustus Harrington_ is vigorously written, and many long extracts might be taken from the book evincing powers of no ordinary kind. Within a circle of _private_ friends, whom Mr. Wilmer's talents and many virtues have attached devotedly to himself, and among whom we are very proud in being ranked, his writings have been long properly appreciated, and we sincerely hope the days are not far in futurity when he will occupy that full station in the _public_ eye to which his merits so decidedly entitle him. Our readers must all remember the touching lines _To Mira_, in the first number of our second volume--lines which called forth the highest encomiums from many whose opinions are of value. Their exquisite tenderness of sentiment--their vein of deep and _unaffected_ melancholy--and their antique strength, and high polish of versification, struck us, upon a first perusal, with force, and subsequent readings have not weakened the impression. Mr. W. has written many other similar things. Among his longer pieces we may particularize _Merlin_, a drama--some portions of which are full of the truest poetic fire. His prose tales and other short publications are numerous; and as Editor of the Philadelphia Saturday Evening Post, he has boldly and skilfully asserted the rights of independent criticism, speaking, in all instances--the truth. His Satiric Odes in the Post, over the signature of_ Horace in Philadelphia_, have attracted great attention, and have been deservedly admired. We copy with true pleasure from the editorial columns of a Baltimore contemporary, (for whose opinions we have the highest respect, even when they differ from our own,) the following notice of _Emilia Harrington_. It will supersede the necessity of any farther comment from ourselves.