The Forest Sunsets. 15 



the shadows of the beeches play, but in the winter chafed by 

 the torrent. 



Across its broad expanse of moors the sun still sets the 

 same in summer time — into some deep bank of clouds in the 

 west, and as it plunges down, Hashes of light run along their 

 edges, and each thin band of vapour becomes a bar of fire, and 

 the far-away Purbeck hills gleam with purple and amethyst. 



The same sea, too, still heaves and tosses beneath the 

 Hordle and Barton Cliffs, with the same dark patches, shadows 

 of clouds, sailing over it, as its waves, along the shore, unroll 

 their long scrolls of foam. 



These great natural facts have not changed. Kelt and 

 Roman have gone, but these are the same. 



Nor must I forget the extraordinary lovely atmospheric 

 effects, noticed also by Gilpin,* as seen, under certain conditions, 

 from the Barton Cliffs on the Isle of Wight and the Needles. 

 Far out at sea will rise a low white fog-bank gradually stealing 



* Remarks on Forest Scenery, illustrated hij the Neic Forest, vol. ii., 

 pp. 241 -46 ; third edition. Some mention should here be made of Gilpin, 

 a man who, in a barren, unnatural age, partook of much of the same spirit 

 as Cowpcr and Thompson, and whose work should be placed side by side 

 with their poems. Unfortunately, much of his description is now (iiiite 

 useless, as the Forest has been so much altered ; but the real value ol' the 

 book still remains unchanged in its pure love for Nature and its simple, 

 unaffected tone. It is well worth, however, noticing — as showing the 

 enormous difficulty of overcoming an established error — that, notwithstand- 

 ing his true appreciation of bough-forms (see vol. i., pp. 110-12, same 

 edition), and his hatred of pollarded shapes, and all formalism (same vol., 

 p. 4), he had not sufficient force to break through the conventional drawing 

 of the eighteenth and the beginning of the nineteenth centuries, and his 

 trees (see, as before, pp. 252-54) are all drawn under the impression that 

 they are a gigantic species of cabbage. The edition, however, published in 

 1834, and edited by Sir T. D. Lauder, is, in this and many other respects, 

 far better. 



