194 ANTIQUE VASE.
unfortunate Henry, whose touching epitaph at "Windsor cannot be read without pity.
" Here, o er the ill-fated king the marble weeps, And fast beside him vengeful Edward sleeps, Whom not the extended Albion could contain. Erom old Belerium to the northern main, The grave unites ; where even the great find rest. And blended lie the oppressor and the opprest."
Warwick Castle looks down upon the Avon at its base, with true baronial dignity. The gray -haired por ter, at its embattled gateway, seemed to show, with pride, the gigantic armor, and other relics, of Guy of "Warwick, and to speak of his marvellous feats and redoubtable valor.
Among these, his having slain a Saracen giant, and a wonderful dun cow, were not forgotten. u Here," said the narrator, " is his seething pot. It holds ex actly 102 gallons." And, warming as he proceeded, he told how, when the son of the present earl came of age, it was thrice filled with punch, and how, at each precious concoction, eighteen gallons of brandy, eigh teen of spirit, and one hundred pounds of sugar were consumed.
In the greenhouse we were gratified by seeing the celebrated antique vase, found at the bottom of a lake, in the villa of the Emperor Adrian, near Tivoli. It is of white marble, and among the finest specimens of ancient sculpture. Vine branches, exquisitely wrought, form its handles, and grapes, leaves, and tendrils, clus-
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