Having had the good fortune last autumn to get an antique marble bust of extreme beauty, the question naturally arose, of whom it might be the portrait, if, indeed, it was a portrait at all, and not an ideal head. I had proceeded some way in this inquiry, when it was suggested to me one day that it might interest the Society to know something of it, and that, though a little foreign no doubt to its usual topics, the change would be agreeable, and that ancient art was not without its charms. So urged I yielded,—perhaps too easily; but of this you will judge when I have done.