190 WITHIN AN HOUR OF LONDON TOWN. 



CHAPTER XI. 



AUTUMN LIGHTS AND SHADES. 



THE fading foliage of the various trees in our woods 

 shows tones of maroon, crimson, orange, bright 

 yellow, russet, and that pale-greenish grey, so hard 

 one might say impossible to place rightly on 

 canvas or to give an idea of with the pen. For, as 

 the leaf-tissues get worn with the wear and tear of 

 the season, they become semi-transparent, and the 

 light shines through. 



I have never seen a picture that seemed to me 

 to do full justice to what might be called this hum- 

 ming-bird scale of colouring. After most careful 

 mixing of the richest and most transparent colours 

 for those wonderful shadows that have a bloom like 

 that of grapes in their inmost depths, and after 



