What mastery we discern in that hollow, emaciated face, as expressive as the others are dull.

He is apart from the conventional and hackneyed type.

He stands upright, savage but mild, with his beard in curling prongs, his lean frame, his raiment of camel-skin; we can hear him speaking as he points to the Lamb carrying the hastate cross surrounded by a nimbus, pressing it to his bosom with both hands.

That statue is sublime, and it is most certainly not by the same hand that carved the Abraham, nor even his immediate neighbour, Samuel.

This prophet appears to be offering to David, who cares not, a lamb he is feeling, head downwards.