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seeing it, to admire any thing else is scarcelypossible. Placed in an adjoining room,opposite to the Apollo Belvidere, and sur-rounded by all that is most exquisite inpainting and sculpture, yet every thingseems flat and insipid around it. The bestmethod would be to begin by investigatingthe principal part of the gallery, risingfrom one degree of perfection to another,till every feeling of the imagination wasgratified at the foot of this heavenly tribune.No cast, however perfect, can give an ade-quate idea of so exquisite a statue. Thereis something inconceivably delicate in thefinely turned limbs of this Venus, whichcan only be found among the first rate worksof the ancients. No striking or violent ex-pression in the face, but it possesses a phy-siognomy so sweet, so intelligent, a coun-tenance so truly “ the mirror of the celes-tial mind,” that although at the first glanceit appears mere corporeal beauty, yet whenaccurately contemplated it seems animatedwith the intellects of a superior being.

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