_Manetho_ lived about this period,--an Egyptian who wrote, in the Greek language, a history of Egypt. The writers of the Universal History suspect some mistake in the passage of Eusebius which contains an account of this history. This was also the age of _Apollonius_ of Perga, the Geometrician. He composed a treatise on conic sections in eight books--seven of which remain. It is one of the most valuable remains of antiquity. _Nicander's_ writings were held in much estimation. Two of his poems, entitled Theriaca, and Alexipharniaca, are still extant. He is said to have written 5 books of Metamorphoses, which Ovid has imitated. He wrote also history. 150. About this time flourished _Polybius_. He wrote an universal History in Greek, divided into 40 books; which began with the Punic wars, and finished with the conquest of Macedonia by Paulus. This is lost, except the first 5 books, and fragments of the 12 following. Livy has copied whole books from him, almost word for word--and thinks proper to call him in return "haudquaquam spernendus auctor." P. TO AN ARTIST, Who requested the writer's opinion of a Pencil Sketch of a very Lovely Woman. The sketch is somewhat happy of the maid; But where's the dark ethereal eye-- The lip of innocence--the sigh, That breathes like spring o'er roses just betrayed? And where the smile, the bright bewitching smile That lights her youthful cheek with pleasure, Where health and beauty hoard their treasure, And all is loveliness unmixed with guile? The spirit of the bloomy months is she, Surrounded by the laughing hours: Her very foot-prints glow with flowers! And dared'st thou then successful hope to be? Presumptuous man! thy boasted art how vain! Too dull thy daring pencil's light To shadow forth the vision bright, Which flowed from Jove's own hand without a stain. What mortal skill can paint her wond'rous eye Or catch the smile of woman's face, When all the virtues seem to grace Its beams with something of divinity? None but Apollo should the task essay; To him alone the pow'r is given To blend the radiant hues of heaven, And in the look the very soul portray; Then hold, proud Artist! 'tis the God's command; Eugenia's face requires thy master's hand! M. MARCH COURT.