The Northern Daily Times.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1856-09-19 00:00:00

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st had
made any personal acquaintance with the history,
the poetry, or the romance even of his own country.
As a necessary result, there are scarcely any paint.

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c espectable imitative common place, which neither
s ties, warms, nor moves. Some few, however,
(1-:Tir.nicb are at least remarkable in subject,
which, no matter what their intrinsic defects,
bne is glad to look upon for that characteristic.
Foremost among these, and, as we remarked on a
-, attracting the eye of the visitor 0-
moment be enter

there ar

former occasion

's the central room, is—
'EGOAT—W. H. Hunt

44. THE SCAr

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of white, and

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the mountains, ai

the' one

)g object which constitute the picture,

11 that care and minute perfection
hiCh every critic will allow to Mr. Hunt. Under
the dull stagnation of an English town atmosphere,

are painted

one can scarcely bring his imaginative faculties up
1,o• the point necessary to comprehend the wonderful,
and apparently unearthly, glare which lights the
sky and the purpling rocks, of what in an ordinary
painting might be called the background, but which
,here shines out in the sharpest and brightest promi-
nence: But the picture was painted upon the very
spot which it illustrates; and we may, at least, allow
that Mr Hunt is a faithful interpreter between inani-
mate nature and her less experienced observers. It
is true, some critics are not content to allow even this
Much to pass; and many are found to affirm, on the
authority of their own eyes, that not even over the
Dead Sea does such an atmosphere glow. On this
point we cannot venture any opinion whatever, and
mustleave readers to balance the evidence for them •
selves, and decide according to their judgments or pre-
dilections. One impression ofour own we must remark
that, even under our own seldom varying skies may
be seen such lights and glares as many an ordinary
crbserver would be apt to pronounce extravagant and
unnatural, if he could but be brought to think, like
the rash critic in the old story, that what he looked
on was the work of art and not of very Nature. Let
any one look from a sea-strand on one of our clearest
summer or autumn days, and observe, with an opened
and unconventionalised eye, the glare of blue, and
green, and white, in which nature paints her picture,
and then honestly confess whether, if precisely such a
combination could be reproduced on canvas, his first
word would be one of praise for the artist. There-
fore, we are. not at all disposed to enter into any rash
ti denunciaons of the hues of Mr. Hunt's picture, and
are far more inclined to admire the wonderful exact-
ness with which every object is painted. Some of
them we can all judge of. Most of us know what a
salt incrustation is like ; and few are altogether
ignorant of the principal points of a venerable, goat.
we would recommend at least a
majority of the visitors to

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