A glimpse into the cottage at Great Marlow is afforded by a careless sentence of Leigh Hunt’s. He used to sit in a study adorned with casts, as large as life, of the Vatican Apollo and the celestial Venus. Fancy Shelley with his bright eyes and elf-locks in a tiny, low-roofed room, correcting proofs of Laon and Cythna, between the Apollo of the Belvedere and Venus de’ Medici, life-sized, and as crude as casts by Shout could make them!