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The school of shade, I say, is deficient in character and sen- 

 timent. Compare any of Durer's Madonnas with any of An- 

 gelico's. 



Yet you may discern in the Apocalypse engravings that 

 Durer's mind was seeking for truths, and dealing with ques- 

 tions, which no more could have occurred to Angelico's mind 

 than to that of a two-years'-old baby. 



The two schools unite in various degree ; but are always 

 distinguishably generic, the two headmost masters represent- 

 ing each being Tintoret and Perugino. The one, deficient in 

 sentiment, and continually offending us by the want of it, but 

 full of intellectual power and suggestion. 



The other, repeating ideas with so little reflection that he 

 gets blamed for doing the same thing over again, (Vasari) 

 but exquisite in sentiment and the conditions of taste which 

 it forms, so as to become the master of it to Raphael and to 

 all succeeding him ; and remaining such a type of sentiment, 

 too delicate to be felt by the latter practical mind of Dutch- 

 bred England, that Goldsmith makes the admiration of him 

 the test of absurd connoisseurship. But yet, with under- 

 current of intellect, which gets him accused of free-thinking, 

 and therefore with under-current of entirely exquisite chiaros- 

 curo. 



Light and shade; then, imply the understanding of things 

 Colour, the imagination and the sentiment of them. 



In Turner's distinctive work, colour is scarcely acknowl- 

 edged unless under influences of sunshine. The sunshine is 

 his treasure ; his lividest gloom contains it ; his greyest twi- 

 light regrets it, and remembers. Blue is always a blue 

 shadow ; brown or gold, always light ; nothing is cheerful 

 but sunshine ; wherever the sun is not, there is melancholy 

 or evil. Apollo is God ; and all forms of death and sorrow 

 exist in opposition to him. 



But in Perugino's distinctive work, and therefore I have 

 given him the captain's place over all, there is simply wo 

 darkness, no wrong. Every colour is lovely, and every space 

 is light. The world, the universe, is divine : all sadness is a 

 part of harmony ; and all gloom, a part of peace. 



