﻿10 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



the equestrian statue of the great Washington ; the colossal figure of 

 Webster ; the marble figures of Eve and the Greek Slave ; with many 

 others which I have not space even to name. 



We have now reached the departments of America and England. 

 Here you find specimens of almost every thing that men use or wear. 

 The stately carriage, the life boat, the brass cannon, the tiny 

 cambric needle, the richly-bound book, the mighty steam engine, 

 gorgeous furniture, farming utensils, hardware of every variety, and, 

 in a word, almost every thing of man's modern invention. As you 

 gaze on this vast display, you grow weary ; your head aches ; you 

 are hungry ; you sigh for rest ; and are very well pleased to see, in a 

 corner of the palace, a spacious restorator, where, by paying a good 

 price, you may rest a while, and satisfy the demands of your appetite. 

 After being refreshed, you start again. Now you ascend a spa- 

 cious staircase, and seek the picture gallery, where you find a large 

 display of oil paintings, some of which are very fine. Battle pieces, 

 scripture scenes, pictures of life at home and abroad, in ancient and 

 modern times, are here. You pause at every step to study the mean- 

 ing of the painter. Now you gaze at the brave Luther, thundering 

 defiance at the Diet of Worms ; soon you pause before Queen Vic- 

 toria, and admire the look of the old Iron Duke as he presents the 

 baby prince with a casket. Presently you stop long before a pic- 

 ture of a poor family of the martyr ages, now happily long past, 

 reading the Bible. The door is locked, for it is dangerous to be 

 seen reading the Bible. The old patriarch is seen listening with 

 intense attention to the words of the holy book. His good dame 

 gits in rapt devotion, a tear of sacred affection gathering in her eye. 

 The maiden daughter is behind her brother, looking beautifully mod- 

 est, as she, too, listens to his reading. And the whole picture is so 

 natural, so touching, it speaks to your heart, and you brush away a 

 tear, and feel yourself a better child, as you turn to the next pic- 

 ture. Thus you pass slowly along, until it begins to grow dusky. 

 This reminds you that you must hasten. You tear yourself away 

 from the picture gallery, and proceed hastily over the other portions 

 of the galleries. 



Here you find rich displays of ladies' dresses, caps, and corsets ; 

 beautiful specimens of porcelain work, and miniature figures in terra 



