serried ranks of the lower edges of illuminated clouds,
each hanging motionless by an immutable barometric
law, at the same appointed height. They are, in fact,
A wayside shrine beside the Lhasa road.
like the flies and floats of a theatre sky. J. W. M.
Turner, probably as a result of his travels, was the first
painter,, to recognise this atmospheric truth. At last,
as one watched, the crimson footlights of the west were
vol. 11. 8#
