The naked figure, typical of the human race, and reclining against a slippery globe,--with the world, we may say, before him,--is awakening, at the sound of a trumpet from above from the dream of life to the lasting realities of eternity. It may be the sound of the "last trump" or the call to a "new life" that comes before. Behind his seat are several masks, illustrating the insincerity or duplicity of a world in which "all is vanity"; and around him are visions of the tempting and transitory hopes, fears, and vices of humanity. On the right sits a helmed warrior, moody and discomfited; his arms hang listlessly and his face is unseen--hidden perhaps from the cruelty of War. Above him are battling figures--emblematic of Strife and Contention. A little detached from this group is a son dragging down his parent by the beard--"bringing his grey hair with sorrow to the grave." On the other side sits Jealousy, gnawing a heart; and above are the sordid hands of Avarice clutching a bag of gold. On the left hand Lust and Sorrow are conspicuous; Intemperance raises a huge bottle to his lips; and Gluttony turns a spit (see Landseer's _Catalogue of the National Gallery_, 1834, p. 41). Thus all around the figure of Human Life there wait-- The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!... These shall the fury Passions tear, The vultures of the mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And shame that sculks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth, That inly gnaws the secret heart; And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. GRAY: _Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College_. 9. "LORD, WHITHER GOEST THOU?" _Annibale Carracci_ (Eclectic-Bologna: 1560-1609).