“The busto placed below the old man on the same side, had a wild look. His eye seem’d to pursue some object that was flying from him: and under him were represented a lyre carelessly thrown aside, scattered laurels, broken chariots, and fiery horses running away in a vast plain.

“Fronting this I saw a busto, which made so deep an impression on me, that I fancy I see him still. He had a fine air, an aquiline pointed nose, a steady look, and an arch smile. The Basso relievos, which adorned his pedestal, were so full of matter, that it would be an endless task to undertake the description of them.

“After examining some others, I began to ask some questions of my guide.

“ ‘Who is that,’ said I, ‘who bears truth on his lips, and probity on his countenance.’

“ ‘He was,’ replied she, ‘the friend and victim to both. He spent his life in improving his fellow citizens in knowledge and virtue, and these ingrateful citizens put him to death.’