In his patriarchal and, statuesque figure: Solomon, now in his old age, M. Dore gives him all that dignity and repose which his years of command, knowledge and experience would legitimately entail. It would seem as if he were in the very act of composing, in sternest truth, the pages of that wonderfully profound collection of Proverbial lore, that tells so much, in ripened thought, of collected observation on human life and vanity and which closes in one of the noblest tributes ever offered to the worth of womanhood.