appeared the most absurd nonsense that it was ever my lot to listen to.
I could understand his explanation about the necessity of distinctness of detail in modern landscapes, but to make a Venus with a head, a chest, a waist like that, was not, could not, be the outcome of intelligence. It was the purest heathen Vandalism, but further ruminating brought me to think that this experience carried with it an important moral, and that is, "Never judge the actions, thoughts or tastes of others harshly," for what they do, and think, may, according to their lights, be absolutely right; if we could only see with their eyes we might be of the same opinion and act as they do. The Recorder, saying he would take me next through the Medical School, beginning with the Museum, turned to the left and entered a long corridor. While going along this corridor I thought, as no one was present, I might venture to ask him a question, and I said, "When you were adjusting my garments to-day, you said you did so to prevent the
