to face. A pretty kind of statue of Modesty a man would make, who would
take the legs of a satyr, the body of a Venus, the head of Bacchus, the
arms of Eros, and thus construct her; yet scarcely a modern statue is
made wherein some such incongruous models do not play their part. Go
with a clear head, not one ringing with last night's debauch, and study
the Dying Gladiator! That will be enough--something more than five
tenths of you young Popolites can stand, if you catch but the faintest
conception of the mind once moving the sculptor of such a statue. After
you have earnestly thought over such a masterpiece, go back to your
studio: break up your models for legs, arms, bodies, and heads: take the
scalpel in hand, and study _anatomy_ as if your heart was in it. Have
the living model nude before you at all times. Close your studio door to
all 'orders,' be they ever so tempting: if a fastidious world will have
you make 'nude statues dressed in stockinet,' tell it to get behind you!
After long years of earnest study and labor, carve a hand, a foot: if,
when you have finished it, one living soul says, with truth, 'Blood,
bones, and muscles seem under the marble!' believe that you are not far
off from exceeding great reward.

In the Popolo exhibition for 1858 was a marble statuette of Daphnis and
Chloe, by Luigi Guglielmi, of Rome.

Chloe had a low-necked dress on.

The Roman censor disapproved of this. In a city claiming to be the 'HOME
OF ART'--THEY PINNED A PIECE OF FOOLSCAP PAPER AROUND THE NECK OF
CHLOE.

Rome is the cradle of art:--if so, the sooner the world changes its
nurse, the better for the babe!

'MISSED FIRE!'

Oh not in Independence Hall
Will ye proclaim your will;
Nor read aloud your negro call,
As yet, on Bunker Hill.

He said he would, and thought he could,
And tried--and missed it clean;--
Now he's o'er the Border, and awa',
Weel thrashed and unco' mean.

THE PROCLAMATION.

[SEPTEMBER 22, 1862.]

Now who has done the greatest deed
Which History has ever known,
And who, in Freedom's direst need,
Became her bravest champion?
Who a whole continent set free?
Who killed the curse and broke the ban
Which made a lie of liberty?
You--Father ABRAHAM--you're the man!

The deed is done. Millions have yearned
To see the spear of Freedom cast:--
The dragon writhed and roared and burned:
You've smote him full and square at la