VERNET was on board a ship in a raging tempest where all hope was given up.

The astonished captain beheld the artist of genius, his pencil in his hand, in calm enthusiasm sketching the terrible world of waters--studying the wave that was rising to devour him.[A] [Footnote A: Vernet was the artist whose sea-ports of France still decorate the Louvre.

He was marine painter to Louis XV.

and grandfather of the celebrated Horace Vernet, whose recent death has deprived France of her best painter of battle-scenes .-- ED.] There is a tender enthusiasm in the elevated studies of antiquity.

Then the ideal presence or the imaginative existence prevails, by its perpetual associations, or as the late Dr.Brown has, perhaps, more distinctly termed them, _suggestions._ "In contemplating antiquity, the mind itself becomes antique," was finely observed by Livy, long ere our philosophy of the mind existed as a system.