If all the trees, if all the crops of grain, grass and roots on which he wrought his life long, had come out in brickdust and oil, it would have been all the same to him, if they had sold as high in the market, and beer and bread had been as cheap for the uniformity.

And yet he was the Turner of this great painting.

He is the artist that has made England a gallery of the finest agricultural pictures in the world.

And in no country in Christendom is High Art so appreciated to such pecuniary patronage and valuation as here.

In none is the genius of the Pencil so treasured, so paid, and almost worshipped as here.