iyo RIVERSIDE LETTERS XXII 



tations. Our greatest modern critic, who, 

 alas, no longer writes, would never have 

 passed over or tolerated such slovenly inac- 

 curacies. 



I must say, however, that many of our 

 landscape painters display the greatest love 

 and veneration for natural truth. Alfred 

 Parsons and Ernest Waterlow, for example, 

 being at all times thoroughly conscientious 

 and trustworthy in their representations of 

 nature. I think Waterlow's pair of pictures 

 in No. VIII. room this year quite perfect in 

 their truthfulness and beauty. 



I send you a few more studies of seed pods 

 which I have lately made. This one is that 

 of a winter aconite, which I came across the 

 other day ; I had never noticed the seed case 

 of this little favourite of mine before and was 

 greatly struck by its quaintness and beauty, 

 either when viewed from above or from the 

 side : the picturesque little frill which shields 

 the flower as it emerges from the ground at 

 its birth remains faithful even unto death. A 



