hall always hereafter give the name
of the "_Turnerian Picturesque_."

FOOTNOTES

[1] Ghirlandajo is seen to the greatest possible disadvantage in
this place, as I have been forced again to copy from Lasinio, who
leaves out all the light and shade, and vulgarizes every form; but
the points requiring notice here are sufficiently shown, and I will
do Ghirlandajo more justice hereafter.

[2] Seven Lamps of Architecture, chap. vi. Sec. 12.

[3] The principal street of Canterbury has some curious examples of
this _tininess_.

[4] This, however, is of course true only of insignificant duties,
necessary for appearance' sake. Serious duties, necessary for
kindness' sake, must be permitted in any domestic affliction, under
pain of shocking the English public.

[5] I extract from my private diary a passage bearing somewhat on
the matter in hand:--

"Amiens, 11th May, 18--. I had a happy walk here this afternoon,
down among the branching currents of the Somme; it divides into five
or six,--shallow, green, and not over-wholesome; some quite narrow
and foul, running beneath clusters of fearful houses, reeling masses
of rotten timber; and a few mere stumps of pollard willow sticking
out of the banks of soft mud, only retained in shape of bank by
being shored up with timbers; and boats like paper boats, nearly as
thin at least, for the costermongers to paddle about in among the
weeds, the water soaking through the lath bottoms, and floating the
dead leaves from the vegetable-baskets with which they were loaded.
Miserable little back yards, opening to the water, with steep stone
steps down to it, and little platforms for the ducks; and separate
duck staircases, composed of a sloping board with cross bits of wood
leading to the ducks' doors, and sometimes a flower-pot or two on
them, or even a flower,--one group, of wallflowers and geraniums,
curiously vivid, being seen against the darkness of a dyer's back
yard, who had been dyeing black all day, and all was black in his
yard but the flowers, and they fiery and pure; the water by no means
so, but still working its way steadily over the weeds, until it
narrowed into a current strong enough to turn two or three
mill-wheels, one working against the side of an old flamboyant
Gothic church, whose richly traceried buttresses sloped into the
filt