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after spending a few short hours in the Gardens we proceeded to the Smithsonian Institute This Institute I have often visited but I always find new food for reflection. We visited the Indian Gallery there we beheld the statue of the Dying Gladiator: unclear Byron has talked of this in his Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. I will therefore be silent, read this great man's works and you will find this with many other things worthy o your attention. Of the specimens of natural history from the Gorilla of Africa to the Golden Pheasant of Thibet I will say nothing, for I know nothing. Save that here are collected by hundreds of thousands fosil remains of ancient monsters shells of fishes, the stuffed skins of birds, beasts, serpents and insects of all countries and all ages: a thousand pictures and wondrous works of art. Hezekiah was in one of his philosophizing moods. He often quoted from 'Childe Harold,' At length we came to a Statue of a little infant lying asleep. We knelt by it and gazed upon it for a long time without once moving his eyes from it. Ah!