But stay! arcades, These walls, these ivy-clad I know thou'rt skilled in mason's work; These mouldering plinths, these sad and Rome's Coliseum vast and wide, These vague entablatures, this crumbling frieze, These shattered cornices, this wreck, this ruin, All of the famed and the colossal left Not all," the echoes answer me—" not all! An honor to thy name. And thousands gazed, in brutal joy, Had he by password gained access To the dark catacomb, And learned the hope of Christ's beloved Thy privilege elect— "A free-made citizen of Rome." Calmly Gaudentis rose, Turned to the Saviour's foes; Only a few brief moments passed, Within the amphitheatre, A lifeless mass of clay. But Christ with martyrs crowned him king ANNE HARRIET. THE KNIFE-GRINDER. FRIEND OF HUMANITY. Was it the squire for killing of his game, or All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read The Rights of Man, by Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, KNIFE-GRINDER. "Story"!. God bless you, I have none to tell, sir; Only last night, a-drinking at the Chequers, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into NEEDY Knife-Grinder, whither are you Custody; they took me before the justice; going? Rough is the road; your wheel is out of order; hole in't; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish Stocks for a vagrant. I should be glad to drink Your Honor's health in A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence; Weary Knife-grinder, little think the proud But, for my part, I never love to meddle Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to Wretch, whom no sense of wrongs can rouse JOHN FREDERICK HERRING. ERRING was the son of a native of New York, of Dutch descent, but was born in Surrey, England, in 1795. He was for some years a leading member of the Society of British Artists, at whose exhibitions, as likewise those of the British Institution, he principally appeared before the public. He was entirely self-taught. His desire to depict the English race-horse was kindled by the first sight he had of a race-the St. Leger at Doncaster when he was nineteen years of age. He painted the winner of that important race for thirty-three years in succession, and thus obtained a wide connection in the sporting world. Yet, although he continued to paint the St. Leger winners and studies of other celebrated thoroughbreds, he did not feel quite competent to carry out what he had thus begun. He took to driving, and was nearly four years on the road, finishing his career as coachman on the old and celebrated coach the "York Her Majesty had eight horses painted by him; EDWARD WALFORD. [In this work we give two pictures by Herring, "The Long Drop" and "The Last Leap."] and London Highflyer." While thus engaged BRA RODRICK. RAVE Rodrick was the hero of a wild he was continually requested to relinquish that No tribute paid, no man as master styled, way |