_Pegasus_; for the Horse was without a Bridle, as _Pegasus_ is mostly figur’d, scouring the Plain, despising a Rider, flying and driving about in a headstrong manner. There is an old Report, which at this Day is in every Body’s Mouth, that there was stampt in the Breast-Plate of this Horse, with great Skill, the Figure of a Man, which appear’d outwardly; this Image was either one of the _Venetici_, the _Epizophurii_, or the _Bulgari_, who were not, at that Time, conquer’d by the _Romans_. This Horse and his Rider were also melted down. In the Accoutrements of this Horse was likewise found a small brazen Image, wrapp’d up as it were in Wool, which the _Romans_ look’d upon to be of little or no Value, and therefore threw that also into the Fire. Neither did the Resentment of the barbarous and unpolite Soldiers stop here, but they expressed the utmost Fury against the finest Statues, and most curious Pieces of Workmanship in the _Hippocum_, cutting the largest of them, which cost immense Sums, into small Coins of little Value. The great Statue of _Hesperian Hercules_, fix’d upon a magnificent _Pedestal_, clothed in a Lyon’s Skin, which seem’d to live, and affright the Spectators with his tremendous Voice, felt the Marks of military Power. He was not here arm’d with his Quiver, his Bow, or his Club, but stretching out his right Leg and Arm, he kneeled upon his left Knee, and leaning upon his left Elbow, with his Hand open, he supported his Head in a thoughtful Manner, and seem’d to lament his Misfortunes; uneasy above all at those which _Eurystheus_ out of mere Envy had impos’d upon him. This Figure was broad-chested, the Shoulders were large, his Hair long, curl’d, and reaching to his Waste; his Arms were brawny, and as long as those of the Original made by _Lysimachus_, which was the first and last Master-piece of his Skill. In short, of such a stupendous Size was this Statue, that his Wrist was as thick as a Man’s Body, and the Length of his Leg equal in height to that of any ordinary Person. This noble Statue, I say, did not escape the Rage of these mighty Pretenders to native Virtue and Honour: Beside this, they also carry’d away the _Image of the Loaded Ass_ and his _Driver_. These Figures were set up originally by _Augustus Cæsar_ at _Actium_, of whom the Fable goes, that when he went out privately in the Night Time to take a View of _Anthony_’s Army, he met a Man driving an Ass; and asking him “_Who he was_, and _whither he was going_? He answered, _my Name is_ Nichon, _and my Ass’s_ Nichander, _and I am going to Cæsar’s Army_”. The _Statues_ also of the _Hyæna_, and the _Wolf_ which suckled _Romulus_ and _Remus_, underwent the same Fate, and were coyn’d into little brazen _Staters_. The _several Statues_ also of a _Man_ fighting with a _Lyon_, of the Horse _Neilôus_, cover’d with Scales behind, of an _Elephant_ with a moving _Proboscis_, of the _Sphinx’s_, beautiful as Women, and terrible as Beasts; which can occasionally walk, or fly