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conceived, and comes nearest to the Venusde Medicis of any thing I have seen.
The Pantheon (formerly the church ofSt. Genevieve) is a magnificent edifice .Except the collonade of the Louvre it isundoubtedly the finest piece of architec-ture in Paris . It was begun' about thetime of the revolution and is still in anunfinished state, yet justly celebrated ascontaining the ashes of Voltaire , Mirabeau,and Rousseau , who, whether their me-mories be honored or abhorred by posterity,will certainly never be forgotten. Theirtombs are sadly mutilated, for the French in their ebullitions of political fury sparednot even the sacred monuments of art.The statue of Voltaire , erected at the ex-tremity of the vault, where are depositedhis remains, deserves praise ; but one ofthe finest poetical ideas ever executed bythe hand of the sculptor, is the harp restingon a globe at the top of the tomb, indi-cating the universality of his genius. Ttwas Napoleon ’s intention to have finishedthis building, and to have made it a re-