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the greater portion of the room, which was 

 elevated above the lesser. Over the fire-place 

 was a carved wooden canopy. Round the house 

 were many stables ; and in the yard was a large 

 wooden house, so Swiss-like in its form and 

 carvings, that it might have been brought from 

 Interlaken. In front was a flat grassy court- 

 yard, being the levelled summit of the acropo- 

 lis. At sunset, the view from this platform was 

 surpassingly beautiful. The distant snow became 

 tinged of the brightest crimson, and rested on 

 mountains of the deepest purple. The valley 

 which lay outspread far below seemed a sheet of 

 dark golden green, through which wound tortu- 

 ously the silver thread of Xanthus. Cragus, 

 towering between us and the sun, was a mass of 

 the darkest blue. In the far distance lay the 

 golden sea ; and the few clouds which hung in 

 a sky of azure above and gold below, were like 

 fire altars suspended in the Heavens. Poor 

 Daniell, whose spirit was deeply imbued with the 

 love and appreciation of art — the friend and en- 

 thusiastic admirer of Turner — would sit and gaze 

 with intense delight on this gorgeous landscape ; 

 and, eloquently dilating on its charms, appeal to 

 them as evidences of the truth and nature which 



