some hoarse old monster; the colour of the water is dirty and pallid; the howling multitude of waves storms on like an innumerable army before which every human power gives way. Stones are torn loose and hurled crashing upon the shore. The clouds are dull and ghostly, here black as smoke, there of a shining whiteness, and swollen as though they must burst. He celebrates the commotion of the sky, nature in her angry majesty, and the most brilliant phenomena of atmospheric life. Rousseau's highest aim was to avoid painting for effect, and Corot only cared for grace of tone; a picture of his consists "of a little grey and a certain _je ne sais quoi_." Jules Dupré is peculiarly the colour-poet of the group, and sounds the most resonant notes in the romantic concert. His light does not beam in gently vibrating silver tones, but is concentrated in glaring red suns. "_Ah, la lumière, la lumière!_" Beside the flaming hues of evening red he paints the darkest shadows. He revels in contrasts. His favourite key of colour is that of a ghostly sunset, against which a gnarled oak or the dark sail of a tiny vessel rises like a phantom. Trembling and yet with ardent desire he looks at the tumult of waters, and hears the roll and resonance of the moon-silvered tide. He delights in night, rain, and storm. Corot's gentle rivulets become a rolling and whirling flood in his pictures, a headlong stream carrying all before it. The wind no longer sighs, but blusters across the valley, spreading ruin in its path. The clouds which in Corot are silvery and gentle, like white lambs, are in Dupré black and threatening, like demons of hell. In Corot the soft morning breeze faintly agitates the tender clouds in the sky; in Dupré a damp, cold wind of evening blows a spectral grey mist into the valley, and the hurricane tears apart the thunderclouds. "Wenn ich fern auf nackter Haide wallte, Wo aus dämmernder Geklüfte Schooss Der Titanensang der Ströme schallte Und die Nacht der Wolken mich umschloss, Wenn der Sturm mit seinen Wetterwogen Mir vorüber durch die Berge fuhr Und des Himmels Flammen mich umflogen, Da erscheinst du, Seele der Natur." [Illustration: DAUBIGNY. LANDSCAPE: EVENING.] [Illustration: _Baschet._ CHINTREUIL. LANDSCAPE: MORNING.]