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δεινήν, ἀμφιδάσειαν, ἀριπρεπέ — μαρμαρέην) as "shaken violently" or "held immova Shall I be alive that morning the scaf-bly" by both hands, not a single one, and that the left hand :

fold

Is broken away, and the long-pent fire,

Like the golden hope of the world, unbaffled

Springs from its sleep, and up goes
the spire,
While, "God and the People" plain
for its motto,
Thence the new tricolor flaps at the
sky?

At least to foresee that glory of
Giotto

And Florence together, the first am
I!

NOTE. The space left here tempts to a word on the line about Apollo the snakeslayer, which my friend Professor Colvin condemns, believing that the God of the Belvedere grasps no bow, but the Ægis, as described in the 15th Iliad. Surely the text represents that portentous object (ouper,

ἀλλὰ σύ γ' ἐν χείρεσσι λάβ' αιγίδα θυσα

νόεσσαν

τὴν μάλ ̓ ἐπισσείων φοβέειν ἥρωας ̓Αχαιούς. and so on, τὴν ἄρ ̓ ὅ γ ̓ ἐν χείρεσσιν ἔχων – χερσὶν ἔχ ̓ ἀτρέμα, κ. τ. λ. Moreover, while he shook it he "shouted enormously," σεῖσ', ἐπὶ δ ̓ αὐτὸς αὖσε μάλα μέγα, which the statue does not. Presently when Teukros, on the other side, plies the bow, it is τόξον ἔχων ἐν χειρὶ παλίντονον. Besides, by the act of discharging an arrow, the right arm and hand are thrown back as we see,a quite gratuitous and theatrical display in the case supposed. The conjecture of Flaxman that the statue was suggested by the bronze Apollo Alexikakos of Kalamis, mentioned by Pausanias, remains probable; though the "hardness" which Cicero considers to distinguish the artist's workmanship from that of Muron is not by any means apparent in our marble copy, if it be one. Feb. 16, 1880.

BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY.

No more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!

We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.

It's different, preaching in basilicas,

And doing duty in some masterpiece

Like this of brother Pugin's, bless his heart!

I doubt if they're half baked, those chalk rosettes,

Ciphers and stucco-twiddlings everywhere;
It's just like breathing in a lime-kiln : eh?"
These hot, long ceremonies of our Church
Cost us a little-oh, they pay the price,
You take me- -amply pay it! Now we'll talk.

So, you despise me, Mr. Gigadibs.

No deprecation,

nay, I beg you, sir!

Beside 'tis our engagement: don't you know,

I promised, if you'd watch a dinner out,

We'd see truth dawn together?-truth that peeps
Over the glass's edge when dinner's done,

And body gets its sop and holds its noise,

And leaves soul free a little. Now's the time:

'Tis break of day! You do despise me then.

And if I say, "despise me," - never fear!

I know you do not in a certain sense-
Not in my arm-chair, for example: here.
I will imagine you respect my place
(Status, entourage, worldly circumstance)