in the Air, to fight with Birds of Prey. There was also the _Statue_ of a _wild Horse_, pricking up his Ears, snorting, curvetting, and prancing; this, and _old Scylla_ were served in the same injurious Manner. She was figur’d like a Woman to the Waste, with a grim frightful Look, just as she appear’d, when she sent her Dogs to destroy _Ulysses_. There was also plac’d in the _Hippocum_ a _brazen Eagle_, which was the Invention of _Apollonius Tyanæus_, and a celebrated _Monument_ of his Sorcery. This Impostor, when he was once requested by the _Byzantians_, to heal them of the Bitings of Serpents, which was then a common Malady among them, immediately using some diabolical Charms, and heathenish Ceremonies, he plac’d this Eagle upon a Pillar; it was a pleasant Sight enough, and deserv’d the Curiosity of being more narrowly inspected; for it made an agreeable Harmony, and less dangerous than that of the _Syrens_. Its Wings were stretch’d out, as ready for Flight, and it was trampling upon a _Serpent_, wreathing it self about him. The Serpent seem’d to make the utmost Effort to bite the Eagle, but its Venom had no Power to hurt him. The Eagle seem’d to gripe him so hard in his Talons, that he was forced to hang down his Head quietly, and seem’d either to be unwilling, or unable to spit his Venom at him. The _Eagle_, on the other Hand, look’d brisk and sprightly, and having obtain’d the Victory, seem’d to be in Haste, to bear him through the Air in Triumph, denoting by the Sprightliness of his Look, and the Feebleness of the Serpent, that the Serpents, that tormented the _Byzantians_, would hurt them no more, but suffer themselves even to be handled and strok’d by them. But these were not the only Curiosities observable in this _Aquiline_ Statue. It was also very remarkable, that the _twelve Hours_ were engraven under its Wings, under each Wing six, which shew’d the Hour of the Day, by the Rays of the Sun darting thro’ a Hole in each Wing, artificially made for that Purpose. But what shall I now say of the fine Proportions of _Helen_, who engag’d all _Greece_ in her Quarrel, and for whose Sake _Troy_ itself was laid in Ruines? No Wonder that when living she could charm the most stubborn, and soften the most impenetrable Heart, when in breathing Brass she captivated all that saw her. Her Habit sat loose upon her, which discover’d too great an Inclination for Gallantry. Her Hair, which seem’d to wave in the Wind, was long and delicate, braided with Gold and Jewels. Her Robe was girt about her, falling down to the Knee. Her Lips seem’d like the opening Roses, you would fancy they mov’d, and such an agreeable Smile brightned her Countenance, as entertain’d the Eye of the Spectator with Pleasure. It is impossible for me to describe the Sweetness and Chearfulness of her Looks, the Arches of her Eyes, and the perfect Symmetry of the whole Statue. Take it therefore as it is given us by Poets and Historians.