text:  Why will not some English company tired of railroad speculations and American stock turn its discharge on Herculaneum pour its gold over the ground exfoliate the city of the dead recover its statues bronzes frescoes and mosaics transplant them to Tower Stairs and sell them by the hands of George Robins for the benefit of the rising generation? This seems their only chance of revisiting the light of day; for the money of all foreign sovereigns goes in fetes and fireworks new patterns of soldiers' caps and new costumes for the maids of honour