title. But again, it is so beautiful that a fit title is very hard to find. I have been wearying my brain to make one.
Landscape painters, I have always observed, are extraordinarily well-educated men. Whenever I have had occasion to look into the catalogue of a picture exhibition, I have found that most of the landscapes and seascapes have a few lines of verse attached to them by way of title. Thus:—
| No. 1909. | Johnson Williams. |
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For men may come and men may go, | |
| No. 2846. | Crowle Harbinger. |
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, | |
More, the poetry always fits the picture to admiration.
Now, it is evident that men who are able to do this sort of thing have an astonishing knowledge of their poets. I can imagine Johnson Williams, for instance, painting away at his little stream while, through his memory, the poesy of rivers, miles of it, millions of gallons of it, passes, until, at a given moment, the lines inevitable present themselves before him and he knows the title
