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a small street, about twelve feet wide. There are only seven pictures in 
this room, all full length portraits; the ceiling is arched and curiously 
carved; the two chimney-pieces of marble, superb ; the pilasters being 
figures of angels as large as life, of pure white marble, supporting the 
frieze; in the corners of the room, pedestals of Derbyshire marble, 
supporting figures the duke picked up in Italy. The next room to 
claim attention was on the south side of the house, a noble library, about 
90 to 100 feet long, well furnished with everything that can be wished 
for in a library, and containing about 30,000 books; at the end is a sort 
of small vestibule, with dome, supported by eight columns of rare Italian 
marbles; each pillar one single piece of marble, in which were magnifi¬ 
cent globes, &c. and folding doors, which, when thrown open, usher you 
to the statue-gallery. The effect upon both William and me was to 
make us dumb, we scarcely uttered a word in the statue-gallery, and 
what we did say was in a whisper; it was filled with superb statues both 
ancient and modern: among the latter, some of Canova’s chefs-d’oeuvre, 
particularly one, the mother of Buonaparte. Here we unconsciously 
spent more than half an hour. At the opposite door to which we 
entered, a couple of folding doors thrown open admitted us to another 
large gallery lighted from above, fitted with large specimens of oranges, 
lemons, Camellias, Rhododendron arborea, Bananas, and a large variety 
of other plants in large tubs or boxes, forming a complete promenade 
garden in the house ; these plants being placed on the floor without order, 
leaving plenty of space to lounge about. This, when lighted up at night, 
I am told has a most enchanting effect. I have said nothing of the 
picture-gallery, or a gallery filled with drawings and prints; these we had 
not time to look at, but at least a day’s work was in these two rooms 
alone, had we been able to have devoted time to them. I also say 
nothing of the observatory, a large room on the top of the house, with 
every sort of astronomical apparatus; in fact, as I said at first, to 
describe everything would take a folio volume. Suffice it to say, that 
with the exception of a museum, there is everything that any man of 
taste could want, whether he be a botanist, artist, astronomer, sculptor, 
literary or scientific. The only mean room in the house was the billiard- 
room, which was very comfortable, but looked common-place. The 
vistas from the different windows must be seen, they cannot be 
described. 
