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lower story are taller than the rest. There is, however, an apparent equality between five out of the eight tiers.


13. p. 143. 'Never paint a column with vertical lines': It should be observed, however, that any pattern which gives opponent lines in its parts, may be arranged on lines parallel with the main structure. Thus, rows of diamonds, like spots on a snake's back, or the bones on a sturgeon, are exquisitely applied both to vertical and spiral columns. The loveliest instances of such decoration that I know, are the pillars of the cloister of St John Lateran, lately illustrated by Mr Digby Wyatt, in his most valuable and faithful work on antique mosaic.


14. p. 186. 'The flowers lost their light, the river its music': Yet not all their light, nor all its music. Compare Modern Painters, vol ii. sec. 1, chap. iv. § 8.


15. p. 200. 'By the artists of the time of Pericles': This subordination was first remarked to me by a friend, to whose profound knowledge of Greek art I owe many obligations: Mr. C. Newton, now Consul at Mitylene.


16. p. 209. 'In one of the noblest poems': Coleridge's Ode to France:

Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause,
Whose pathless march no mortal may control!
Ye Ocean Waves! that, wheresoe'er ye roll,
Yield homage only to eternal laws!
Ye Woods! that listen to the night-birds singing,
Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined,
Save when your own imperious branches swinging,
Have made a solemn music of the wind!
Where, like a man beloved of God,
Through glooms, which never woodman trod,
How oft, pursuing fancies holy,
My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound,
Inspired, beyond the guess of folly,
By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound!
O ye loud Waves! and O ye Forests high!
And O ye Clouds that far above me soared!
Thou rising Sun I thou blue rejoicing Sky!
Yea, every thing that is and will be free!
Bear witness for me, wheresoe' er ye be,
With what deep worship I have still adored
The spirit of divinest Liberty.

Noble verse, but erring thought: contrast George Herbert: