My Picture-Gallery.

IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix’d house,

It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;

Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories?

Here the tableaus of life, and here the groupings of death;

Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself,

With finger rais’d he points to the prodigal pictures.