been unequalled in the works of man.  A mass of granite, of a size at present most immense, but formerly most astonishing, is the pedestal.  A steep acclivity, like that of a rugged mountain, carries the eye to its summit, which looks down on the opposite side to a descent nearly perpendicular.  The figure of the hero is on horseback, supposed to have attained the object of his ambition, by surmounting all the apparent impossibilities which so arduous an enterprise presented.  The victorious animal is proudly rearing on the highest point of the rock, whilst his imperial master stretches forth his mighty arm, as the father and protector of his country.  A serpent, in attempting to impede his course, is trampled on by the feet of the horse, and writhing in all the agonies of expiring nature.  The Emperor is seated on the skin of a bear; and habited in a tunic, or sort of toga which forms the drapery behind.  His left hand guides the reins; his right is advanced straight forward on the same side of the horse’s neck.  The head of the statue is crowned with a laurel wreath.”  It was formed from a bust of Peter, modelled by a young French damsel.  The contour of the face expresses the most powerful command, and exalted, boundless, expansion of thought.  “The horse, says Sir Robert, is not to be surpassed.  To all the beauties of the ancient form, it unites the easy grace of nature with a fire which pervades every line; and gives such a life to the statue, that as you gaze you expect to see it leap from the pinnacle into the air.  The difficulty of keeping so great a mass of weighty metal in so volant an attitude, has been admirably overcome by the artist.  The sweep of the tail, with the hinder parts of the horse, are interwoven with the curvatures of the expiring snake; and together compose a sufficient counterpoise to the figure and forepart of the animal."[6]

    [6] Travelling Sketches in Russia and Sweden.  By Sir Robert Ker
        Porter, 4to.

Our representation of this masterpiece of art is copied from a Russian medallion presented to our ingenious artist, Mr. W.H.  Brooke, by M. Francia.

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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

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FAMILY POETRY.

  —­Modo sumpta veste virili!—­HOR.

  Zooks!  I must woo the Muse to-day,
    Though line before I’d never wrote! 
  “On what occasion?” do you say? 
    OUR DICK HAS GOT A LONG-TAIL’D COAT!

  Not a coatee, which soldiers wear
    Button’d up high about the throat,
  But easy, flowing, debonair—­
    In short a civil long-tail’d Coat.

  A smarter you’ll not find in town
    Cut by Nugee, that Snip of note;
  A very quiet olive-brown
    ’s the colour of Dick’s long-tail’d Coat.

  Gay jackets clothe the stately Pole,
    The proud Hungarian, and the Croat,
  Yet Esterhazy, on the whole,
    Looks best when in a long-tail’d Coat.