E. G. BALLARD. Agreeably to the suggestion of AN AMATEUR, I beg to send you the following list of pictures, from a catalogue in my possession: CATALOGUE of the Pictures and Prints, the property of the late Mrs. Hogarth, deceased, sold by Mr. Greenwood, the Golden Head, Leicester Square, Saturday, April 24, 1790. _Pictures by Mr. Hogarth._ 41. Two portraits of Ann and Mary Hogarth. 42. A daughter of Mr. Rich the comedian, finely coloured. 43. The original portrait of Sir James Thornhill. 44. The heads of six servants of Mr. Hogarth's family. 45. His own portrait--a head. 46. A ditto--a whole-length painting. 47. A ditto, Kit Kat, with the favourite dog, exceeding fine. 48. Two portraits of Lady Thornhill and Mrs. Hogarth. 49. The first sketch of the Rake's Progress. 50. A ditto of the altar of Bristol Church. 51. The Shrimp Girl--a sketch. 52. Sigismunda. 53. A historical sketch, by Sir James Thornhill. 54. Two sketches of Lady Pembroke and Mr. John Thornhill. 55. Three old pictures. 56. The bust of Sir Isaac Newton, terra cotta. 57. Ditto of Mr. Hogarth, by Roubilliac. 58. Ditto of the favourite dog, and cast of Mr. Hogarth's hand. W. D. HAGGARD. * * * * * PHANTOM BELLS AND LOST CHURCHES. (Vol. vii., pp. 128. 200. 328.) In a little brochure entitled _Christmas, its History and Antiquity_, published by Slater, London, 1850, the writer says that-- "In Berkshire it is confidently asserted, that if any one watches on Christmas Eve he will hear _subterranean bells_; and in the mining districts the workmen declare that at this sacred season high mass is performed with the greatest solemnity on that evening in the mine which contains the most valuable lobe of ore, which is supernaturally lighted up with candles in the most brilliant manner, and the service changed by unseen choristers."--P. 46. The poet Uhland has a beautiful poem entitled _Die Verlorne Kirche_. Lord Lindsay says: "I subjoin, in illustration of the symbolism, and the peculiar emotions born of Gothic architecture, _The Lost Church_ of the poet Uhland, founded, I apprehend, on an ancient tradition of the Sinaitic peninsula."--_Sketches of Christian Art._ I give the first stanza of his translation: "Oft in the forest far one hears A passing sound of distant bells; Nor legends old, nor human wit, Can tell us whence the music swells. From the _Lost Church_ 'tis thought that soft Faint ringing cometh on the wind: Once many pilgrims trod the path, But no one now the way can find." See also _Das Versunkene Kloster_, by the same sweet poet, commencing: "Ein Kloster ist versunken Tief in den wilden See."