Venus now wakes, and wakens Love. Come let us our rites begin---- Hail Goddess of nocturnal sport, Dark-veil'd Cotytto---- Stay thy cloudy ebon chair, Wherein thou rid'st with Hecat', and befriend Us thy vow'd priests, till utmost end Of all thy dues be done.---- V. 124, 128, 134. * * * * * LYCIDAS. PICTURE XXXVII. Solitude. Twilight. Under the opening eyelids of the morn, What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn. V. 26-8. In the possession of the Countess of Guilford. * * * * * PICTURE XXXVIII. MILTON, as a Boy with his Mother. In the possession of Sir Francis Burdett, Bart. PICTURE XXXIX. MILTON, when a Youth. PICTURE XL. MILTON, dictating to his Daughter. In the possession of the Marquis of Bute. The Vision of the Lazar-house was justly considered by the best judges in the art, to be the _chef-d'œuvre_ of the Gallery. It is a composition of seventeen figures, and parts of figures, in which the painter creates both terror and pity in the spectator, by judiciously excluding most of those objects represented by the poet as suffering under bodily diseases calculated to create disgust, and confining himself chiefly to the representation of the maladies of the mind, which are so forcibly described by the passage, "Demoniac Phrensy, moping Melancholy, "And moon-struck Madness----" It would be a vain attempt, by words, to describe this Gallery, so as to do justice to the grandeur of the ideas and of the drawing, more particularly in the pictures of 'Satan calling up his Legions;' 'Satan encountering Death, and Sin interposing;' 'Satan surprised at the ear of Eve;' 'Death and Sin bridging of Chaos,' or, in that of 'Sin pursued by Death;'--they must be seen to be appreciated. But Fuseli shone not only in the grand, the sublime, and pathetic scenes, but also in the playful ones. How rare a quality it is for the same mind to direct its efforts to the _Pensieroso_, and, at command, to divert its attention to the _Allegro_, and succeed in both!--But such were the powers of the painter in question, as well as of the poet. Unfortunately for Fuseli, some of the newspapers of the day were so inimical to this exhibition that it was difficult for him to get an advertisement inserted, and even money would not induce the editors to give a place to any paragraph which his friends wished to insert in its favour. The beautiful lines (which will be found in the Appendix) from the pen of William Roscoe, Esquire, lay in the hands of the editor of a popular paper for some weeks before he gave them insertion.