Private Tutor: OR THOUGHTS UPON THE Love of Excelling AND THE Love of Excellence. LONDON: PRINTED FOR ROWLAND HUNTER, No. 72, ST. PAUL'S CHURCH-YARD. 1820. WITH THE AFFECTIONATE REMEMBRRANCE OF THIRTY YEARS UNINTERRUPTED FRIENDSHIP, THIS TRACT IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED TO THE REVEREND FRANCIS WRANGHAM, BY THE AUTHOR. Preface. AFTER having passed a few days at Salamis, upon the shores where Xerxes was defeated and Solon was born, I sailed with a fair wind, and in less than an hour anchored in the Piræus, now called Porto Leone. In my way to Athens we passed along the ruins of Themistocles's wall, by a road in the midst of a beautiful plain covered with vineyards and olivetrees, bounded on one side by mountains and on the other by the sea. Upon approaching the city I saw the temple of Theseus, built by the Athenians soon after the battle of Marathon; and at a small distance the temple of Jupiter Olympius, which contained the most celebrated works of art, the gifts of all the cities of Greece. A few beautiful marble pillars, with their friezes, architraves, and |