the half-kneeling freedman at his feet, his chains broken and eyes fixed in wonder on the land of liberty. Leaning on a pedestal, Lincoln holds his Emancipation Proclamation in his right hand, and is imagined as saying, "And upon this act I invoke the considerate judgment of mankind and the gracious favor of Almighty God." The likeness is excellent. A colossal statue after this model has just been cast in bronze, in Munich, where we saw parts of it at the foundry there, and it is to be erected in Washington City. It cannot fail to be admired. Fuller has left many meritorious works, the most striking of which, perhaps, that we saw is a reclining statue of a mother and infant, illustrative of a passage in Moore's Lalla Rookh-"Paradise and the Peri:"

"My child she is but half divine,

Her father sleeps in the Caspian water.
Sea weeds twine

His funeral shrine,

But he lives again in the Peri's daughter.
Fain would I fly from mortal sight
To my own sweet bowers of Peristan;
But there the flowers are all too bright

For the eyes of a baby born of man.

On flowers of earth her feet must tread,

So hither my light-winged bark hath brought her.
Stranger, spread

Thy leafliest bed

To rest the wandering Peri's daughter."

The mother, the child on her breast, reclines in a fairy "light-winged bark," with a graceful swan for its figure-head. Another beautiful statue is that of "Little Nell," and one of "Blind Lydia," the Pompeian damsel, is also touchingly striking. We have called once at Gould's studio, where we were much

pleased with what is, perhaps, his masterpiece, a charming figure of a maiden, styled the "West Wind," the light drapery of which has the appearance of being pressed closely around and back of the form by a strong current of air.

The Pitti Palace, aside from its Picture Galleries, is a magnificent edifice. It was the residence of the King when the seat of government was in Florence. The rooms, some twenty or more, which we saw, and their furniture are very fine, and in some of these rooms there are a considerable number of excellent paintings, one of which, in size eight by fifteen feet, represents in a vivid manner "The Battle of St. Martins." There are here four or five ebony secretaries richly inlaid with lapis lazuli and other precious stones, and many tables inlaid in the same manner, all surprisingly beautiful. A writing table of modern make commanded our admiration on account of its ingenious construction. Its shape is oval and its size that of a common center-table, say three feet and a half long. The guide unlocked what we supposed to be a drawer, but which proved to be the back of a comfortable chair, the withdrawal of which caused the leaf of the table to separate in the middle, presenting a complete writing table, readily adjusted to the proper inclination, with all the necessary compartments of a writing desk. On either side of the seat were drawers, and altogether we thought it the most complete escritoir we had ever seen. Moreover, it is a card table as well.

One day we visited the Museum of Natural History, where we saw two telescopes and other astronomical instruments used by Galileo, and at the same place one of his fingers, which had been preserved in alcohol and kept in a glass vessel. It was

so shrunken that one would not have taken it for a finger, nor do we understand what the object could be in preserving it, unless to show that "the earth moves "-backward. It is anything but a pleasant sight. Not more disagreeable though than any number of wax forms we saw here, showing the construction of man, beast, bird, and fish in all their minutest details. The horrible sights in the Medical Museum at Washington fall far short of what is to be seen here. The collection of stuffed skins of animals, birds, and various other creatures is very good.

We have been to the Protestant Cemetery, which is on the eastern edge of the city, to see the graves of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Theodore Parker, and Hiram Powers, whose remains lie buried here. It occupies an elevated spot, one acre or more in extent, and is enclosed by a high iron railing. It is adorned by rows of yew and other trees, shrubbery and flowers, and commands a charming view of the hills of Fiesole and vicinity. Inside, near the gateway, is a small building, occupied by the attendant, who opened the gate for us. There is a gravel walk from the gate through the center of the grounds to the top of the hill, and Mrs. Browning's tomb fronts the left side of this walk near the center. Her monument is of white marble, the upper and more elaborate part, somewhat in the form of a sarcophagus, resting on six small marble pillars. On the front is her profile in bas-relief, under which, on the left, are the letters "E*B*B*,” and on the right "OB* 1861*." This is all we could see as indicating for whom the monument was erected. There are other carvings of an appropriate character, representing the lyre, harp, flowers, etc. Gathering clover leaves

and two or three wild flowers growing near her tomb, we passed on to find the grave of Theodore Parker, which is a few steps beyond on the side hill at the right. It is indicated by a plain head and foot-stone of granite or gray sandstone, and bears the simple inscription: "Theodore Parker. Born at Lexington, Massachusetts, United States of America, August 24, 1810: Died at Florence, May 10, 1860." Over the grave of Hiram Powers-born July, 1805; died June, 1873-is a raised white marble slab, bearing his name and date of birth and death. His grave is on the same side of the main walk with Mrs. Browning's, but higher up and further toward the west. The most prominent monument here is one to the memory of "Frederick Guillaume, Roi de Prusse, MDCCCLVII." It is a shaft of white marble, twenty feet high, surmounted by a marble cross, the base being of granite. Under his name is the following: "Je suis la ressurrection et la vie. Celui qui croit en moi vivra quand même il seroit mort.St. Jean, xi., 25." There is a beautiful monument here, also, to the memory of Samuel Reginald Routh, of Farleigh, England, who died at Florence, June 21, 1860, in the forty-seventh year of his age. The inscription states that it was "erected by those who loved him living, who mourn him dead, and who hope through the mercy of God to rejoin him in heaven." "For in Thee, O Lord, do I hope: Thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.-Psalms, 38, 15." This monument is also of marble-a square base, six feet in height, with ornamental corners, and supporting a life-size standing figure of a woman, tastefully draped, with eyes raised toward heaven. Another very striking monument is "Sacred to the memory of Arnold Savage Landor, Esq., born 5th of March,

1818; died 2d of April, 1871." It is likewise of marble, raised some five feet, bearing a life-size statue of a woman, supposed to represent the widow, kneeling on a Prie Dieu, and resting her head on her left hand and holding a wreath in her right, her whole expression full of grief. On the front is carved the family coat of arms. To us there is always a sort of fascination in monumental inscriptions, and we copied those of several other monuments here; but we reproduce only one more-"Henry Florence, son of John A. C. and Susan Gray, of New York, aged nine months:

"Fare thee well, our youngest treasure!

On the soil that gave thee birth;

By the rippling Arno's water,

Rest thee in Italia's earth,

While the memory of thy sweetness

Cheers a distant home and hearth -
Cheers us while our sad hearts tell-

The dear Lord doeth all things well."

We do not present this for any special merit, but to show what only a parent's heart, who has been called to part with dear little ones, can feel, that, no matter how young, the loss of a sweet child is always sorrowful. "To-morrow," once wrote one of our distinguished historians and statesmen, who had just lost a dear infant-"to-morrow we intrust her to her resting-place, and the next day we must take up our solitary journey on the paths of life."