Who does not love the lordly spirit of Wolsey? but we would go beyond him--would, as well as the imperial palace, have the poet's house, the painter's house; and in their works, all their works, (we are becoming as ambitious as Alnaschar,) be in daily familiarity with the great and wise of every age. Our libraries--we speak plurally, in the magnificence of the great idea--our picture-galleries, statue-galleries, should tax the skill of purveyors and architectural competitors without end. None that have ever yet been built or supplied with treasures would suffice, for they are for cramped positions. We would have no lack of space, and would not mind building a room for a single work. The idea of magic to construct, only shows the real want of man. Magic is but a prenomen to genius. Did we learn all this extravagance from our early story-books of princes and princesses, and their fairy palaces--from Arabian tales, and, in later time, from the enchantments of Boyardo and Ariosto? Whatever were the sources--though it should turn out to have been but an old nurse--we are heartily thankful for these variable, fanciful treasures; and, had we the riches, in reality would add a further extravagance of cost and fancy--a mausoleum to her bewitching bones. We remember thinking Menelaus, as pictured in the _Agamemnon_ of Æschylus, happy even in his grief for the loss of Helen, in that he paced his galleries gazing upon her statues. "Ma ritorniamo al nostro usato canto." For more practical views and uses, we refer those who would build and decorate houses of pretensions and taste to the good sense contained in Mr Eastlake's _Reply_.