In that of Wolff I saw a Diana, ordered by the Emperor of Russia.

It is modern and sentimental; as different from, the antique Diana as the trance of a novel-read young lady of our day from the thrill with which the ancient shepherds deprecated the magic pervasions of Hecate, but very beautiful and exquisitely wrought.

He has also lately finished the Four Seasons, represented as children.

Of these, Winter is graceful and charming.
Among the sculptors I delayed longest in the work-rooms of Gott.
I found his groups of young figures connected with animals very refreshing after the grander attempts of the present time.

They seem real growths of his habitual mind,--fruits of Nature, full of joy and freedom.