POUSSIN (_Gaspar_): a landscape painter, the very opposite of Claude Lorraine. He seems to have drawn his inspiration from Hervey’s _Meditations Among the Tombs_, Blair’s _Grave_, Young’s _Night Thoughts_, and Burton’s _Anatomy of Melancholy_ (1613-1675). RAPHAEL: the Sophoclês of painters. Angelo’s figures are all gigantesque and ideal, like those of Æschylos. Raphael’s are perfect human beings (1483-1520). REYNOLDS: a portrait-painter. He presents his portraits in _bal masqué_, not always suggestive either of the rank or character of the person represented. There is about the same analogy between Watteau and Reynolds as between Claude Lorraine and Gaspar Poussin (1723-1792). ROSA (_Salvator_): dark, inscrutable pictures, relieved by dabs of palette-knife. He is fond of savage scenery, broken rocks, wild caverns, blasted heaths, and so on (1615-1673). RUBENS: patches of vermillion dabbed about the human figure, wholly out of harmony with the rest of the coloring (1577-1640). STEEN (_Jan_): an old woman peeling vegetables, with another old woman looking at her (1636-1679). TINTORETTI: full of wild fantastical inventions. He is called “The Lightning of the Pencil” (1512-1594). TITIAN: noted for his broad shades of divers gradations (1477-1576). VERONESE (_Paul_): noted for his great want of historical correctness and elegance of design; but he abounds in spirited banquets, sumptuous edifices, brilliant aerial spectres, magnificent robes, gaud, and jewelry (1530-1588). WATTEAU: noted for his _fêtes galantes_, fancy-ball costumes, and generally gala-day figures (1684-1721). =Paix des Dames= (_La_), the treaty of peace concluded at Cambray in 1529, between François I. of France and Karl V., emperor of Germany. So called because it was mainly negotiated by Louise of Savoy (mother of the French king), and Margaret, the emperor’s aunt. =Palabras Carinosas.= “Good-night! I have to say good-night To such a host of peerless things! Good-night unto the fragile hand All queenly with its weight of rings; Good-night to fond uplifted eyes, Good-night to chestnut braids of hair, Good-night unto the perfect mouth And all the sweetness nestled there,-- The snowy hand detains me,--then I’ll have to say Good-night again!” Thomas Bailey Aldrich, _Poems_, 1858-84.