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THE KAPELLBRÜCKE, LUCERNE. FROM A SKETCH BY RUSKIN. |
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THE COMPLETE WORKS | ||
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JOHN RUSKIN | ||
MODERN PAINTERS | ||
Volume 4—OF MOUNTAIN BEAUTY | ||
Volume 5 | { | OF LEAF BEAUTY |
OF CLOUD BEAUTY | ||
OF IDEAS OF RELATION | ||
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MODERN PAINTERS.
VOLUME IV.,
CONTAINING
PART V.,
OF MOUNTAIN BEAUTY.
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The Gates of the Hills. |
PREFACE.
I was in hopes that this volume might have gone its way without preface; but as I look over the sheets, I find in them various fallings short of old purposes which require a word of explanation.
I was hoping that this book could be published without a preface; but as I review the pages, I see several instances where I haven't met my original intentions, and I feel the need to explain a bit.
Of which shortcomings, the chief is the want of reference to the landscape of the Poussins and Salvator; my original intention having been to give various examples of their mountain-drawing, that it might be compared with Turner's. But the ten years intervening between the commencement of this work and its continuation have taught me, among other things, that Life is shorter and less availably divisible than I had supposed: and I think now that its hours may be better employed than in making facsimiles of bad work. It would have required the greatest care, and prolonged labor, to give uncaricatured representations of Salvator's painting, or of any other work depending on the free dashes of the brush, so as neither to mend nor mar it. Perhaps in the next volume I may give one or two examples associated with vegetation; but in general, I shall be content with directing the reader's attention to the facts in nature, and in Turner; leaving him to carry out for himself whatever comparisons he may judge expedient.
One of the main shortcomings is the lack of references to the landscapes of Poussin and Salvator; my original plan was to provide various examples of their mountain paintings for comparison with Turner’s work. However, the ten years between starting this project and continuing it have taught me that life is shorter and less easily divided than I thought. I believe now that my time could be better spent than trying to create replicas of poor work. It would have taken tremendous effort and time to produce accurate representations of Salvator's paintings or any artwork based on loose brush strokes without altering it. Maybe in the next volume, I’ll include one or two examples featuring vegetation, but overall, I’ll focus on guiding the reader's attention to the facts in nature and in Turner, leaving them to make their own comparisons as they see fit.
I am afraid, also, that disappointment may be felt at not finding plates of more complete subject illustrating these chapters on mountain beauty. But the analysis into which I had to enter required the dissection of drawings, rather than their complete presentation; while, also, on the scale of any readable page, no effective presentation of large drawings could be given. Even my vignette, the frontispiece to the third volume, is partly spoiled by having too little white paper about it; and the fiftieth plate, from Turner's Goldau, necessarily omits, owing to its reduction, half the refinements of the foreground. It is quite waste of time and cost to reduce Turner's drawings at all; and I therefore consider these volumes only as Guides to them, hoping hereafter to illustrate some of the best on their own scale.
I’m worried that people might feel let down because they won’t find more complete images related to these chapters on mountain beauty. The analysis I had to do needed me to break down the drawings rather than show them in full; plus, on the size of a readable page, it wouldn’t be possible to display large drawings effectively. Even my vignette, which is the frontispiece for the third volume, suffers because there isn’t enough white space around it; and the fiftieth plate, taken from Turner’s Goldau, has to leave out half of the details in the foreground due to resizing. It’s a total waste of time and money to reduce Turner’s drawings at all, so I see these volumes merely as Guides to them, hoping to illustrate some of the best at their full size in the future.
Several of the plates appear, in their present position, nearly unnecessary; 14 and 15, for instance, in Vol. III. These are illustrations of the chapters on the Firmament in the fifth volume; but I should have had the plates disproportionately crowded at last, if I had put all that it needed in that volume; and as these two bear somewhat on various matters spoken of in the third, I placed them where they are first alluded to. The frontispiece has chief reference to the same chapters; but seemed, in its three divisions, properly introductory to our whole subject. It is a simple sketch from nature, taken at sunset from the hills near Como, some two miles up the eastern side of the lake and about a thousand feet above it, looking towards Lugano. The sky is a little too heavy for the advantage of the landscape below; but I am not answerable for the sky. It was there.A
Several of the plates seem almost unnecessary in their current placement; 14 and 15, for example, in Vol. III. These are illustrations of the chapters about the Firmament in the fifth volume; however, if I had included everything needed in that volume, the plates would have been overcrowded. Since these two plates relate to various topics discussed in the third volume, I placed them where they are first mentioned. The frontispiece mainly refers to the same chapters but felt appropriately introductory to our entire subject in its three parts. It's a simple sketch from nature, taken at sunset from the hills near Como, about two miles up the eastern side of the lake and roughly a thousand feet above it, looking toward Lugano. The sky is a bit too heavy for the benefit of the landscape below, but I'm not responsible for the sky. It was there. A
In the multitudinous letterings and references of this volume there may possibly be one or two awkward errata; but not so many as to make it necessary to delay the volume while I look it over again in search of them. The reader will perhaps be kind enough to note at once that in page 182, at the first line of the text, the words "general truth" refer to the angle-measurements, not to the diagrams; which latter are given merely for reference, and might cause some embarrassment if the statement of measured accuracy were supposed to refer to them.
In the many inscriptions and references of this volume, there might be a few awkward errors; however, there aren’t enough to warrant holding up the publication while I search for them again. The reader might kindly note that on page 182, in the first line of the text, the phrase "general truth" refers to the angle measurements, not the diagrams. The diagrams are included just for reference and could cause some confusion if the statement of measured accuracy were interpreted to apply to them.
One or two graver misapprehensions I had it in my mind to warn the reader against; but on the whole, as I have honestly tried to make the book intelligible, I believe it will be found intelligible by any one who thinks it worth a careful reading; and every day convinces me more and more that no warnings can preserve from misunderstanding those who have no desire to understand.
One or two serious misunderstandings came to mind that I wanted to warn the reader about; however, overall, since I've genuinely tried to make the book understandable, I believe anyone who thinks it's worth a careful read will find it clear. Every day, I become more convinced that no warnings can protect those who don’t want to understand from misunderstanding.
Denmark Hill, March, 1856.
Denmark Hill, March 1856.
A Persons unacquainted with hill scenery are apt to forget that the sky of the mountains is often close to the spectator. A black thundercloud may literally be dashing itself in his face, while the blue hills seen through its rents maybe thirty miles away. Generally speaking, we do not enough understand the nearness of many clouds, even in level countries, as compared with the land horizon. See also the close of § 12 in Chap. III of this volume.
A People who aren't familiar with mountainous landscapes often overlook how near the sky can feel. A dark thundercloud might be right in front of them, while the blue hills visible through its gaps could be thirty miles away. Overall, we don't usually grasp how close many clouds are, even in flat areas, compared to the land's horizon. See also the close of § 12 in Chap. III of this volume.
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
PART V.
OF MOUNTAIN BEAUTY.
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Chapter | I.— | Of the Turnerian Picturesque | 1 |
" | II.— | Of Turnerian Topography | 16 |
" | III.— | Of Turnerian Light | 34 |
" | IV.— | Of Turnerian Mystery: First, as Essential | 56 |
" | V.— | Of Turnerian Mystery: Secondly, Wilful | 68 |
" | VI.— | The Firmament | 82 |
" | VII.— | The Dry Land | 89 |
" | VIII.— | Of the Materials of Mountains: First, Compact Crystallines | 99 |
" | IX.— | Of the Materials of Mountains: Secondly, Slaty Crystallines | 113 |
" | X.— | Of the Materials of Mountains: Thirdly, Slaty Coherents | 122 |
" | XI.— | Of the Materials of Mountains: Fourthly, Compact Coherents | 127 |
" | XII.— | Of the Sculpture of Mountains: First, the Lateral Ranges | 137 |
" | XIII.— | Of the Sculpture of Mountains: Secondly, the Central Peaks | 157 |
" | XIV.— | Resulting Forms: First, Aiguilles | 173 |
" | XV.— | Resulting Forms: Second, Crests | 195 |
" | XVI.— | Resulting Forms: Third, Precipices | 228 |
" | XVII.— | Resulting Forms: Fourthly, Banks | 262 |
" | XVIII.— | Resulting Forms: Fifthly, Stones | 301 |
" | XIX.— | The Mountain Gloom | 317 |
" | XX.— | The Mountain Glory | 344 |
APPENDIX.
I. | Modern Grotesque | 385 |
II. | Rock Cleavage | 391 |
III. | Logical Education | 399 |
LIST OF PLATES TO VOL. IV.
Drawn by | Engraved by | |||
Frontispiece. The Gates of the Hills | J. M. W. Turner | J. Cousen | ||
Plate | Facing page | |||
18. | The Transition from Ghirlandajo to Claude | Ghirlandajo and Claude | J.H. Le Keux | 1 |
19. | The Picturesque of Windmills | Stanfield and Turner | J. H. Le Keux | 7 |
20. | The Pass of Faïdo. 1. Simple Topography | The Author | The Writer | 22 |
21. | The Pass of Faïdo 2. Turnerian Topography | J. M. W. Turner | The Writer | 24 |
22. | Turner's Earliest Nottingham | J. M. W. Turner | T. Boys | 29 |
23. | Turner's Latest Nottingham | J. M. W. Turner | T. Boys | 30 |
24. | The Towers of Fribourg | The Author | J.C. Armytage | 32 |
25. | Things in General | The Author | J.H. Le Keux | 32 |
26. | The Law of Evanescence | The Author | R.P. Cuff | 71 |
27. | The Aspen under Idealization | Turner, etc. | J. Cousen | 76 |
28. | The Aspen Unidealized | The Author | J.C. Armytage | 77 |
29. | Aiguille Structure | The Author | J.C. Armytage | 160 |
30. | The Ideal of Aiguilles | The Author, etc. | R. P. Cuff | 177 |
31. | The Aiguille Blaitière | The Author | J.C. Armytage | 185 |
32. | Aiguille-drawing | Turner, etc. | J.H. Le Keux | 191 |
33. | Contours of Aiguille Bouchard | The Author | R. P. Cuff | 204 |
34. | Cleavage of Aiguille Bouchard | The Author | The Writer | 211 |
35. | Crests of La Côte and Taconay | The Author | The Writer | 212 |
36. | Crest of La Côte | The Author | T. Lupton | 213 |
37. | Crests of the Slaty Crystallines | J. M. W. Turner | The Writer | 222 |
38. | The Cervin, from the East and North-east | The Author | J.C. Armytage | 233 |
39. | The Cervin from the North-west | The Author | J.C. Armytage | 238 |
40. | The Mountains of Villeneuve | The Author | J.H. Le Keux | 246 |
12. | A. The Shores of Wharfe | J. M. W. Turner | Thomas Lupton | 251 |
41. | The Rocks of Arona | The Author | J.H. Le Keux | 255 |
42. | Leaf Curvature Magnolia and Laburnum | The Author | R. P. Cuff | 269 |
43. | Leaf Curvature Dead Laurel | The Author | R. P. Cuff | 269 |
44. | Leaf Curvature Young Ivy | The Author | R.P. Cuff | 269 |
45. | Débris Curvature | The Author | R. P. Cuff | 285 |
46. | The Buttresses of an Alp | The Author | J. H. Le Keux | 286 |
47. | The Quarry of Carrara | The Author | J. H. Le Keux | 299 |
48. | Bank of Slaty Crystallines | Daguerreotype | J.C. Armytage | 304 |
49. | Truth and Untruth of Stones | Turner and Claude | Thomas Lupton | 308 |
50. | Goldau | J. M. W. Turner | J. Cousen | 312 |
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18. The Transition from Ghirlandajo to Claude. |
PART V.
OF MOUNTAIN BEAUTY.
CHAPTER I.
OF THE TURNERIAN PICTURESQUE.
§ 1. The work which we proposed to ourselves, towards the close of the last volume, as first to be undertaken in this, was the examination of those peculiarities of system in which Turner either stood alone, even in the modern school, or was a distinguished representative of modern, as opposed to ancient practice.
§ 1. The job that we set out to do, towards the end of the last volume, as the first task in this one, was to examine those unique aspects of the system in which Turner either stood alone, even among contemporary artists, or was a notable representative of modern techniques, as opposed to traditional methods.
And the most interesting of these subjects of inquiry, with which, therefore, it may be best to begin, is the precise form under which he has admitted into his work the modern feeling of the picturesque, which, so far as it consists in a delight in ruin, is perhaps the most suspicious and questionable of all the characters distinctively belonging to our temper, and art.
And the most intriguing topic to explore, and therefore the best starting point, is the exact way he has incorporated the modern appreciation for the picturesque in his work, which, in terms of enjoyment of ruins, is arguably the most questionable and dubious trait that uniquely defines our mindset and art.
It is especially so, because it never appears, even in the slightest measure, until the days of the decline of art in the seventeenth century. The love of neatness and precision, as opposed to all disorder, maintains itself down to Raphael's childhood without the slightest interference of any other feeling; and it is not until Claude's time, and owing in great part to his influence, that the new feeling distinctly establishes itself.
It is especially true because it doesn't show up, even a little, until the decline of art in the seventeenth century. The appreciation for neatness and precision, as opposed to any disorder, remains intact all the way through Raphael's childhood without any interference from other emotions; and it isn't until Claude's era, largely due to his influence, that this new feeling clearly takes hold.
Plate 18 shows the kind of modification which Claude used to make on the towers and backgrounds of Ghirlandajo; the old Florentine giving his idea of Pisa, with its leaning tower, with the utmost neatness and precision, and handsome youth 2 riding over neat bridges on beautiful horses; Claude reducing the delicate towers and walls to unintelligible ruin, the well built bridge to a rugged stone one, the handsome rider to a weary traveller, and the perfectly drawn leafage to confusion of copse-wood or forest.1
Plate 18 shows the type of changes Claude made to the towers and backgrounds of Ghirlandajo; the old Florentine presenting his vision of Pisa, with its leaning tower, with great neatness and precision, and a handsome young man riding over tidy bridges on beautiful horses; Claude transforming the delicate towers and walls into incomprehensible ruins, the well-constructed bridge into a rough stone structure, the handsome rider into a weary traveler, and the perfectly depicted foliage into a tangle of underbrush or forest.1
How far he was right in doing this; or how far the moderns are right in carrying the principle to greater excess, and seeking always for poverty-stricken rusticity or pensive ruin, we must now endeavor to ascertain.
How right he was in doing this, or how right the moderns are in taking the principle to greater extremes and constantly searching for poverty-stricken rural scenes or melancholic decay, we must now try to figure out.
The essence of picturesque character has been already defined2 to be a sublimity not inherent in the nature of the thing, but caused by something external to it; as the ruggedness of a cottage roof possesses something of a mountain aspect, not belonging to the cottage as such. And this sublimity may be either in mere external ruggedness, and other visible character, or it may lie deeper, in an expression of sorrow and old age, attributes which are both sublime; not a dominant expression, but one mingled with such familiar and common characters as prevent the object from becoming perfectly pathetic in its sorrow, or perfectly venerable in its age.
The essence of a picturesque character has already been defined to be a sublimity that isn’t inherent to the object itself, but comes from something outside of it; for instance, the ruggedness of a cottage roof holds a mountain-like quality that doesn’t really belong to the cottage itself. This sublimity can come from mere external ruggedness and other visible traits, or it can be found deeper, in expressions of sorrow and age, which are both sublime qualities; not dominant expressions, but ones mixed with familiar and ordinary features that keep the object from being completely pathetic in its sorrow, or entirely venerable in its age.
§ 2. For instance, I cannot find words to express the intense pleasure I have always in first finding myself, after some prolonged stay in England, at the foot of the old tower of Calais church. The large neglect, the noble unsightliness of it; the record of its years written so visibly, yet without sign of weakness or decay; its stern wasteness and gloom, eaten away by the Channel winds, and overgrown with the bitter sea grasses; its slates and tiles all shaken and rent, and yet not falling; its desert of brickwork full of bolts, and holes, and ugly fissures, and yet strong, like a bare brown rock; its carelessness of what any one thinks or feels about it, putting forth no claim, having no beauty nor desirableness, pride nor grace; yet neither asking for pity; not, as ruins are, useless and piteous, feebly or fondly 3 garrulous of better days; but useful still, going through its own daily work,—as some old fisherman beaten grey by storm, yet drawing his daily nets: so it stands, with no complaint about its past youth, in blanched and meagre massiveness and serviceableness, gathering human souls together underneath it; the sound of its bells for prayer still rolling through its rents; and the grey peak of it seen far across the sea, principal of the three that rise above the waste of surfy sand and hillocked shore,—the lighthouse for life, and the belfry for labor, and this for patience and praise.
§ 2. For example, I can’t find the words to describe the incredible joy I always feel when I first find myself, after a long stay in England, at the base of the old tower of Calais church. The blatant neglect, the grand unappealingness of it; the history of its years so clearly visible, yet showing no signs of weakness or decay; its stark barrenness and gloom, weathered by the Channel winds and overgrown with tough sea grasses; its slates and tiles all shaken and cracked, yet still standing strong; its maze of brickwork filled with bolts, holes, and ugly cracks, and yet it remains sturdy, like a solid brown rock; its indifference to what anyone thinks or feels about it, making no claims, lacking beauty or desirability, pride or elegance; yet it doesn’t seek pity; not, like many ruins, useless and pitiful, weakly or sentimentally reminiscing about better days; but still functional, going through its daily routine—like an old fisherman, weathered by storms, yet pulling in his daily catch: so it stands, without lamenting its past youth, in faded and rugged strength and utility, gathering human souls beneath it; the sound of its bells for prayer still echoing through its cracks; and its grey peak visible far across the sea, one of the three that rise above the stretch of sandy surf and hilly shore—the lighthouse for life, and the belfry for work, and this for patience and praise.
§ 3. I cannot tell the half of the strange pleasures and thoughts that come about me at the sight of that old tower; for, in some sort, it is the epitome of all that makes the Continent of Europe interesting, as opposed to new countries; and, above all, it completely expresses that agedness in the midst of active life which binds the old and the new into harmony. We, in England, have our new street, our new inn, our green shaven lawn, and our piece of ruin emergent from it,—a mere specimen of the middle ages put on a bit of velvet carpet to be shown, which, but for its size, might as well be on the museum shelf at once, under cover. But, on the Continent, the links are unbroken between the past and present, and in such use as they can serve for, the grey-headed wrecks are suffered to stay with men; while, in unbroken line, the generations of spared buildings are seen succeeding each in its place. And thus in its largeness, in its permitted evidence of slow decline, in its poverty, in its absence of all pretence, of all show and care for outside aspect, that Calais tower has an infinite of symbolism in it, all the more striking because usually seen in contrast with English scenes expressive of feelings the exact reverse of these.
§ 3. I can’t even begin to describe the mix of weird pleasures and thoughts that hit me when I see that old tower; it somehow represents everything that makes Europe intriguing, especially compared to new countries. Above all, it fully captures the sense of age in the midst of active life that brings together the old and the new in harmony. Here in England, we have our new streets, our modern inns, our neatly trimmed lawns, and a piece of ruin sticking out from it—a mere specimen of the Middle Ages placed on a velvet carpet to be displayed, which, except for its size, could just as well be kept on a museum shelf. But on the Continent, the connection between the past and present is unbroken, and those weathered remnants are allowed to coexist with people; while, in an unbroken line, generations of preserved buildings can be seen taking their place one after another. And thus, in its size, in its visible signs of slow decline, in its worn-out state, and in its lack of pretension or concern for outward appearance, that Calais tower carries immense symbolism, which is even more striking when contrasted with English scenes expressing feelings that are the complete opposite.
§ 4. And I am sorry to say that the opposition is most distinct in that noble carelessness as to what people think of it. Once, on coming from the Continent, almost the first inscription I saw in my native English was this:
§ 4. And I regret to say that the opposition clearly shows a noble indifference to what people think of it. Once, when I returned from the Continent, the first sign I noticed in my native English was this:
"To Let, a Genteel House, up this road."
"For Rent, a Nice House, up this road."
And it struck me forcibly, for I had not come across the idea of gentility, among the upper limestones of the Alps, for seven months; nor do I think that the Continental nations in general 4 have the idea. They would have advertised a "pretty" house or a "large" one, or a "convenient" one; but they could not, by any use of the terms afforded by their several languages, have got at the English "genteel." Consider, a little, all the meanness that there is in that epithet, and then see, when next you cross the Channel, how scornful of it that Calais spire will look.
And it hit me hard because I hadn't encountered the concept of gentility in the upper limestone regions of the Alps for seven months; I also don't think that continental nations, in general, 4 have that notion. They would describe a house as "nice," "spacious," or "convenient," but they couldn't, with any terms from their various languages, convey the English word "genteel." Think about all the negativity wrapped up in that term, and then notice how scornful that Calais spire will look the next time you cross the Channel.
§ 5. Of which spire the largeness and age are also opposed exactly to the chief appearances of modern England, as one feels them on first returning to it; that marvellous smallness both of houses and scenery, so that a ploughman in the valley has his head on a level with the tops of all the hills in the neighborhood; and a house is organized into complete establishment,—parlor, kitchen, and all, with a knocker to its door, and a garret window to its roof, and a bow to its second story,3 on a scale of twelve feet wide by fifteen high, so that three such at least would go into the granary of an ordinary Swiss cottage: and also our serenity of perfection, our peace of conceit, everything being done that vulgar minds can conceive as wanting to be done; the spirit of well-principled housemaids everywhere, exerting itself for perpetual propriety and renovation, so that nothing is old, but only "old-fashioned," and contemporary, as it were, in date and impressiveness only with last year's bonnets. Abroad, a building of the eighth or tenth century stands ruinous in the open street; the children play round it, the peasants heap their corn in it, the buildings of yesterday nestle about it, and fit their new stones into its rents, and tremble in sympathy as it trembles. No one wonders at it, or thinks of it as separate, and of another time; we feel the ancient world to be a real thing, and one with the new: antiquity is no dream; it is rather the children playing about the old stones that are the dream. But all is continuous; and the words, "from generation to generation," understandable there. Whereas here we have a living present, consisting merely of what is "fashionable" and "old-fashioned;" and a past, of which there are no vestiges; a past which peasant or citizen can no more conceive; all equally far away; Queen Elizabeth as old as Queen Boadicea, 5 and both incredible. At Verona we look out of Can Grande's window to his tomb; and if he does not stand beside us, we feel only that he is in the grave instead of the chamber,—not that he is old, but that he might have been beside us last night. But in England the dead are dead to purpose. One cannot believe they ever were alive, or anything else than what they are now—names in school-books.
§ 5. The size and age of that spire stand in stark contrast to the main features of modern England, as one experiences them upon returning; that remarkable smallness of both houses and landscapes, so that a farmer in the valley has his head level with the tops of all the hills around; and a house is fully organized—living room, kitchen, and all, with a knocker on the door, a window in the attic, and a bay window on the second floor,3 on a scale of twelve feet wide by fifteen feet high, so that at least three of such houses would fit into the granary of an average Swiss cottage; and also our sense of perfection, our self-satisfied peace, everything being done that simple minds can imagine needs to be done; the spirit of well-trained maids everywhere, striving for constant tidiness and renewal, so nothing is truly old, just considered "old-fashioned," and contemporary, in a way, only linked to last year’s hats. Abroad, a building from the eighth or tenth century stands crumbling in the street; children play around it, peasants store their grain in it, new buildings from yesterday cuddle against it, fitting their fresh stones into its cracks, shaking in sympathy as it quakes. No one is amazed by it, or views it as separate or from another time; we sense the ancient world as a living reality, intertwined with the new: antiquity is not a fantasy; it’s the children playing around the old stones that are the fantasy. Everything is continuous; the phrase "from generation to generation" makes sense there. Meanwhile, here we have a living present consisting only of what is "in style" and "outdated"; a past, of which there are no traces; a past that neither peasant nor citizen can envision; all equally distant; Queen Elizabeth as old as Queen Boadicea, and both unbelievable. In Verona, we look out from Can Grande's window to his tomb; and even if he doesn’t stand beside us, we feel only that he is in the grave instead of the room— not that he is old, but that he could have been beside us just last night. But in England, the dead are purposefully dead. One can hardly believe they were ever alive, or anything other than what they are now—names in textbooks.
§ 6. Then that spirit of trimness. The smooth paving-stones; the scraped, hard, even, rutless roads; the neat gates and plates, and essence of border and order, and spikiness and spruceness. Abroad, a country-house has some confession of human weakness and human fates about it. There are the old grand gates still, which the mob pressed sore against at the Revolution, and the strained hinges have never gone so well since; and the broken greyhound on the pillar—still broken—better so; but the long avenue is gracefully pale with fresh green, and the courtyard bright with orange-trees; the garden is a little run to waste—since Mademoiselle was married nobody cares much about it; and one range of apartments is shut up—nobody goes into them since Madame died. But with us, let who will be married or die, we neglect nothing. All is polished and precise again next morning; and whether people are happy or miserable, poor or prosperous, still we sweep the stairs of a Saturday.4
§ 6. Then there’s that spirit of neatness. The smooth paving stones; the cleaned, solid, even roads without ruts; the tidy gates and fences, and the essence of boundaries and order, and sharpness and cleanliness. In other countries, a country house shows some acknowledgment of human frailty and fate. The old grand gates still stand, which the crowd pressed against during the Revolution, and the hinges have never worked quite right since; the broken greyhound on the pillar—still broken—somehow better that way; but the long driveway is a soft green, and the courtyard is bright with orange trees; the garden is a little overgrown—since Mademoiselle got married, no one has cared much for it; and one set of rooms is closed off—nobody goes in there since Madame passed away. But around here, no matter who gets married or dies, we don’t neglect anything. Everything is polished and precise again by the next morning; and whether people are happy or miserable, poor or well-off, we still sweep the stairs every Saturday.4
§ 7. Now, I have insisted long on this English character, because I want the reader to understand thoroughly the opposite element of the noble picturesque; its expression, namely, of suffering, of poverty, or decay, nobly endured by unpretending strength of heart. Nor only unpretending, but unconscious. If there be visible pensiveness in the building, as in a ruined abbey, it becomes, or claims to become, beautiful; but the picturesqueness is in the unconscious suffering,—the look that an old laborer has, not knowing that there is anything pathetic in his grey hair, and withered arms, and sunburnt breast; and thus there are the two extremes, the consciousness of pathos in 6 the confessed ruin, which may or may not be beautiful, according to the kind of it; and the entire denial of all human calamity and care, in the swept proprieties and neatness of English modernism: and, between these, there is the unconscious confession of the facts of distress and decay, in by-words; the world's hard work being gone through all the while, and no pity asked for, nor contempt feared. And this is the expression of that Calais spire, and of all picturesque things, in so far as they have mental or human expression at all.
§ 7. I've spent a lot of time on this English character because I want the reader to fully grasp the contrasting element of the noble picturesque; its expression, specifically, of suffering, poverty, or decay, nobly endured with a humble strength of heart. Not only humble, but also unaware. If there’s a sense of sadness in a building, like in a ruined abbey, it becomes, or claims to be, beautiful; but the picturesque quality lies in the unconscious suffering—like the look on an old laborer's face, oblivious to the fact that there’s anything poignant about his grey hair, withered arms, and sunburned chest. Thus, there are two extremes: the awareness of pathos in the admitted ruin, which can be beautiful or not, depending on its nature; and the complete denial of any human hardship and struggle, seen in the tidy neatness of English modernism. Between these two lies the unspoken acknowledgment of distress and decay, the world’s hard work continuing all the while, with no sympathy sought and no disdain feared. This reflects the essence of that Calais spire, and all picturesque things, as long as they convey any mental or human expression at all.
§ 8. I say, in so far as they have mental expression, because their merely outward delightfulness—that which makes them pleasant in painting, or, in the literal sense, picturesque—is their actual variety of color and form. A broken stone has necessarily more various forms in it than a whole one; a bent roof has more various curves in it than a straight one; every excrescence or cleft involves some additional complexity of light and shade, and every stain of moss on eaves or wall adds to the delightfulness of color. Hence, in a completely picturesque object, as an old cottage or mill, there are introduced, by various circumstances not essential to it, but, on the whole, generally somewhat detrimental to it as cottage or mill, such elements of sublimity—complex light and shade, varied color, undulatory form, and so on—as can generally be found only in noble natural objects, woods, rocks, or mountains. This sublimity, belonging in a parasitical manner to the building, renders it, in the usual sense of the word, "picturesque."
§ 8. I say, as far as they express thought, because their outward charm—that which makes them appealing in painting, or literally picturesque—comes from their actual variety of color and shape. A broken stone has more diverse forms than a whole one; a curved roof has more varied lines than a straight one; any bump or crack adds extra layers of light and shadow, and every patch of moss on eaves or walls enhances the color’s appeal. Therefore, in a completely picturesque object, like an old cottage or mill, there are elements of grandeur—complex light and shadow, varied colors, wavy shapes, and so on—that come from various factors not essential to the building, but which generally detract from its role as a cottage or mill. This grandeur, which attaches to the building in a somewhat dependent way, makes it, in the usual sense of the word, "picturesque."
§ 9. Now, if this outward sublimity be sought for by the painter, without any regard for the real nature of the thing, and without any comprehension of the pathos of character hidden beneath, it forms the low school of the surface-picturesque; that which fills ordinary drawing-books and scrap-books, and employs, perhaps, the most popular living landscape painters of France, England, and Germany. But if these same outward characters be sought for in subordination to the inner character of the object, every source of pleasurableness being refused which is incompatible with that, while perfect sympathy is felt at the same time with the object as to all that it tells of itself in those sorrowful by-words, we have the school of true or noble picturesque; still distinguished from the school of pure beauty 7 and sublimity, because, in its subjects, the pathos and sublimity are all by the way, as in Calais old spire,—not inherent, as in a lovely tree or mountain; while it is distinguished still more from the schools of the lower picturesque by its tender sympathy, and its refusal of all sources of pleasure inconsistent with the perfect nature of the thing to be studied.
§ 9. Now, if a painter seeks outward beauty without considering the true nature of the subject and without understanding the emotional depth beneath it, they fall into a low standard of superficial artistry; this is what fills regular drawing and scrapbooks, and perhaps involves the most popular landscape painters in France, England, and Germany today. However, if these same outward features are sought with respect to the inner character of the object, while ignoring any sources of enjoyment that don't fit, and simultaneously feeling a deep connection to the object as it reveals its own sad truths, we enter the realm of true or noble picturesque; this is still different from the realm of pure beauty and sublimity, because in its subjects, the emotion and awe are secondary, as seen in the old spire of Calais—not inherent like in a beautiful tree or mountain; it is also set apart from lower standards of picturesque by its gentle empathy and the avoidance of any enjoyment that conflicts with the true essence of what is being studied.
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19. The Picturesque of Windmills. 1. Pure Modern. Turner-inspired. |
§ 10. The reader will only be convinced of the broad scope of this law by careful thought, and comparison of picture with picture; but a single example will make the principle of it clear to him.
§ 10. The reader will only be convinced of the broad scope of this law through careful thought and comparison of one picture with another; however, a single example will make the principle clear to him.
On the whole, the first master of the lower picturesque, among our living artists, is Clarkson Stanfield; his range of art being, indeed, limited by his pursuit of this character. I take, therefore, a windmill, forming the principal subject in his drawing of Brittany, near Dol (engraved in the Coast Scenery), Fig. 1, Plate 19, and beside it I place a windmill, which forms also the principal subject in Turner's study of the Lock, in the Liber Studiorum. At first sight I dare say the reader may like Stanfield's best; and there is, indeed, a great deal more in it to attract liking. Its roof is nearly as interesting in its ruggedness as a piece of the stony peak of a mountain, with a châlet built on its side; and it is exquisitely varied in swell and curve. Turner's roof, on the contrary, is a plain, ugly gable,—a windmill roof, and nothing more. Stanfield's sails are twisted into most effective wrecks, as beautiful as pine bridges over Alpine streams; only they do not look as if they had ever been serviceable windmill sails; they are bent about in cross and awkward ways, as if they were warped or cramped; and their timbers look heavier than necessary. Turner's sails have no beauty about them like that of Alpine bridges; but they have the exact switchy sway of the sail that is always straining against the wind; and the timbers form clearly the lightest possible framework for the canvas,—thus showing the essence of windmill sail. Then the clay wall of Stanfield's mill is as beautiful as a piece of chalk cliff, all worn into furrows by the rain, coated with mosses, and rooted to the ground by a heap of crumbled stone, embroidered with grass and creeping plants. But this is not a serviceable state for a windmill to be in. The essence of a windmill, as distinguished from all other mills, is, that it 8 should turn round, and be a spinning thing, ready always to face the wind; as light, therefore, as possible, and as vibratory; so that it is in no wise good for it to approximate itself to the nature of chalk cliffs.
Overall, the foremost master of the lower picturesque among our contemporary artists is Clarkson Stanfield. His artistic range is somewhat limited by his focus on this style. Therefore, I’ll take a windmill, which is the main subject of his drawing of Brittany, near Dol (engraved in the Coast Scenery), Fig. 1, Plate 19, and next to it, I'll place a windmill that serves as the main subject in Turner's study of the Lock, in the Liber Studiorum. At first glance, the reader might prefer Stanfield's work, which, indeed, has much more to draw in viewers. The roof is almost as captivating in its ruggedness as a rocky mountain peak with a chalet built into its side; it features exquisite variations in swell and curve. In contrast, Turner's roof is a plain, unattractive gable—a windmill roof, and nothing more. Stanfield's sails are twisted into striking shapes, as beautiful as pine bridges over Alpine streams; however, they don't appear to have ever functioned as practical windmill sails; they are contorted in cross and awkward ways, as if they were warped or cramped, with timbers that seem heavier than necessary. Turner's sails lack the beauty of those Alpine bridges, but they clearly show the exact swaying motion of sails straining against the wind, with their timbers forming the lightest possible framework for the canvas—thus encapsulating the essence of a windmill sail. Furthermore, the clay wall of Stanfield's mill is as beautiful as a chalk cliff, worn into furrows by rain, covered in moss, and anchored to the ground by a pile of crumbling stone embellished with grass and creeping plants. However, this is not a practical state for a windmill to be in. The essence of a windmill, distinguishing it from all other mills, is that it should rotate and be a spinning structure, always ready to face the wind; thus, it should be as light as possible and able to vibrate, making it unsuitable for resembling the nature of chalk cliffs.
Now observe how completely Turner has chosen his mill so as to mark this great fact of windmill nature; how high he has set it; how slenderly he has supported it; how he has built it all of wood; how he has bent the lower planks so as to give the idea of the building lapping over the pivot on which it rests inside; and how, finally, he has insisted on the great leverage of the beam behind it, while Stanfield's lever looks more like a prop than a thing to turn the roof with. And he has done all this fearlessly, though none of these elements of form are pleasant ones in themselves, but tend, on the whole, to give a somewhat mean and spider-like look to the principal feature in his picture; and then, finally, because he could not get the windmill dissected, and show us the real heart and centre of the whole, behold, he has put a pair of old millstones, lying outside, at the bottom of it. These—the first cause and motive of all the fabric—laid at its foundation; and beside them the cart which is to fulfil the end of the fabric's being, and take home the sacks of flour.
Now, take a look at how completely Turner has chosen his mill to highlight this important aspect of windmill nature; notice how high he has placed it, how delicately he has supported it, and how he has constructed it entirely out of wood. He has curved the lower planks to create the impression of the structure leaning over the pivot it rests on inside. Finally, he emphasizes the significant leverage of the beam behind it, while Stanfield's lever resembles more of a support than a mechanism to turn the roof. He accomplished all this fearlessly, even though none of these design elements are inherently appealing; instead, they tend to give a somewhat shabby and spider-like appearance to the main feature of his picture. And because he couldn’t dissect the windmill to reveal the true heart and center of the whole structure, he has placed a pair of old millstones, lying outside, at its base. These—the primary cause and purpose of the entire structure—are laid at its foundation, and next to them is the cart that will fulfill the purpose of the structure by taking home the sacks of flour.
§ 11. So far of what each painter chooses to draw. But do not fail also to consider the spirit in which it is drawn. Observe, that though all this ruin has befallen Stanfield's mill, Stanfield is not in the least sorry for it. On the contrary, he is delighted, and evidently thinks it the most fortunate thing possible. The owner is ruined, doubtless, or dead; but his mill forms an admirable object in our view of Brittany. So far from being grieved about it, we will make it our principal light;—if it were a fruit-tree in spring-blossom, instead of a desolate mill, we could not make it whiter or brighter; we illume our whole picture with it, and exult over its every rent as a special treasure and possession.
§ 11. That's all about what each painter decides to depict. But also pay attention to the attitude in which it's drawn. Notice that even though all this destruction has happened to Stanfield's mill, Stanfield isn't upset at all. On the contrary, he's thrilled and clearly sees it as the best thing that could have happened. The owner is probably ruined or dead, but his mill is a fantastic subject in our view of Brittany. Far from being sad about it, we’ll use it as our main light;—if it were a fruit tree in spring bloom instead of a rundown mill, we couldn't make it any whiter or brighter; we light up our entire picture with it and celebrate every tear as a special gem and asset.
Not so Turner. His mill is still serviceable; but, for all that, he feels somewhat pensive about it. It is a poor property, and evidently the owner of it has enough to do to get his own bread out from between its stones. Moreover, there is a dim type of all melancholy human labor in it,—catching the free 9 winds, and setting them to turn grindstones. It is poor work for the winds; better, indeed, than drowning sailors or tearing down forests, but not their proper work of marshalling the clouds, and bearing the wholesome rains to the place where they are ordered to fall, and fanning the flowers and leaves when they are faint with heat. Turning round a couple of stones, for the mere pulverization of human food, is not noble work for the winds. So, also, of all low labor to which one sets human souls. It is better than no labor; and, in a still higher degree, better than destructive wandering of imagination; but yet, that grinding in the darkness, for mere food's sake, must be melancholy work enough for many a living creature. All men have felt it so; and this grinding at the mill, whether it be breeze or soul that is set to it, we cannot much rejoice in. Turner has no joy of his mill. It shall be dark against the sky, yet proud, and on the hill-top; not ashamed of its labor, and brightened from beyond, the golden clouds stooping over it, and the calm summer sun going down behind, far away, to his rest.
Not so with Turner. His mill is still functional; however, he feels a bit contemplative about it. It’s not a great property, and clearly, the owner struggles to make a living from it. Plus, there’s a vague sense of all the sad toil involved—capturing the free 9 winds and forcing them to turn grindstones. It’s not a worthy task for the winds; it’s better than drowning sailors or destroying forests, but it doesn’t suit their true purpose of guiding the clouds, delivering the needed rains where they should fall, and cooling flowers and leaves when they’re wilting from heat. Spinning a couple of stones just to grind human food isn’t a noble job for the winds. The same goes for all the lowly work assigned to human souls. It’s better than no work at all; and it’s certainly a step up from the destructive wandering of the imagination; but still, that grinding in the darkness, solely for the sake of food, must feel like pretty dreary work for many creatures. Everyone has sensed this; and this grinding at the mill, whether it’s the wind or a soul put to it, doesn’t bring us much joy. Turner finds no happiness in his mill. It will stand dark against the sky, yet proud, on the hilltop; unashamed of its labor, illuminated from behind by golden clouds leaning over it, with the calm summer sun setting far away in the distance, ready to rest.
§ 12. Now in all this observe how the higher condition of art (for I suppose the reader will feel, with me, that Turner's is the highest) depends upon largeness of sympathy. It is mainly because the one painter has communion of heart with his subject, and the other only casts his eyes upon it feelinglessly, that the work of the one is greater than that of the other. And, as we think farther over the matter, we shall see that this is indeed the eminent cause of the difference between the lower picturesque and the higher. For, in a certain sense, the lower picturesque ideal is eminently a heartless one: the lover of it seems to go forth into the world in a temper as merciless as its rocks. All other men feel some regret at the sight of disorder and ruin. He alone delights in both; it matters not of what. Fallen cottage—desolate villa—deserted village—blasted heath—mouldering castle—to him, so that they do but show jagged angles of stone and timber, all are sights equally joyful. Poverty, and darkness, and guilt, bring in their several contributions to his treasury of pleasant thoughts. The shattered window, opening into black and ghastly rents of wall, the foul rag or straw wisp stopping them, the dangerous roof, decrepit floor and stair, ragged misery or wasting age of the inhabitants,—all these conduce, 10 each in due measure, to the fulness of his satisfaction. What is it to him that the old man has passed his seventy years in helpless darkness and untaught waste of soul? The old man has at last accomplished his destiny, and filled the corner of a sketch, where something of an unshapely nature was wanting. What is it to him that the people fester in that feverish misery in the low quarter of the town, by the river? Nay, it is much to him. What else were they made for? what could they have done better? The black timbers, and the green water, and the soaking wrecks of boats, and the torn remnants of clothes hung out to dry in the sun;—truly the fever-struck creatures, whose lives have been given for the production of these materials of effect, have not died in vain.5
§ 12. Now, in all this, notice how the higher level of art (I think we can agree that Turner's is the highest) relies on a greater sense of empathy. It's mainly because one artist connects emotionally with their subject, while the other merely looks at it without feeling, that one’s work surpasses the other’s. As we think more about this, we’ll see that this is indeed the primary reason for the distinction between lower and higher forms of picturesque art. In a way, the lower picturesque ideal is quite heartless: its admirer seems to venture into the world with a harshness that matches its rocky landscapes. Most people experience some sadness at the sight of decay and devastation. But not this person; they take pleasure in it all, regardless of what it is. A rundown cottage, a deserted villa, an abandoned village, a scorched heath, a crumbling castle— to them, as long as they present sharp angles of stone and wood, they are all equally enjoyable scenes. Poverty, darkness, and guilt all add to their collection of happy thoughts. The shattered window revealing dark, gaping holes in the walls, the filthy rag or straw blocking them, the unsafe roof, the dilapidated floor and stairs, the ragged distress or frail old age of the residents— all these contribute, each in its way, to the fullness of their satisfaction. What does it matter to them that the old man has spent his seventy years in helpless darkness and wasted potential? The old man has finally fulfilled his role and added something shapeless to a painting that needed it. What does it matter to them that the people suffer in that miserable part of town by the river? Actually, it matters a lot. What else were they meant for? What could they have done differently? The black timbers, the green waters, the decaying wrecks of boats, and the tattered clothes hanging out to dry in the sun; truly, those fevered individuals, whose lives have contributed to the creation of these elements of beauty, have not lived in vain.5
§ 13. Yet, for all this, I do not say the lover of the lower 11 picturesque is a monster in human form. He is by no means this, though truly we might at first think so, if we came across him unawares, and had not met with any such sort of person before. Generally speaking, he is kind-hearted, innocent of evil, but not broad in thought; somewhat selfish, and incapable of acute sympathy with others; gifted at the same time with strong artistic instincts and capacities for the enjoyment of varied form, and light, and shade, in pursuit of which enjoyment his life is passed, as the lives of other men are, for the most part, in the pursuit of what they also like,—be it honor, or money, or indolent pleasure,—very irrespective of the poor people living by the stagnant canal. And, in some sort, the hunter of the picturesque is better than many of these; inasmuch as he is simple-minded and capable of unostentatious and economical delights, which, if not very helpful to other people, are at all events utterly uninjurious, even to the victims or subjects of his picturesque fancies; while to many others his work is entertaining and useful. And, more than all this, even that delight which he seems to take in misery is not altogether unvirtuous. Through all his enjoyment there runs a certain under current of tragical passion,—a real vein of human sympathy;—it lies at the root of all those strange morbid hauntings of his; a sad excitement, such as other people feel at a tragedy, only less in degree, just enough, indeed, to give a deeper tone to his pleasure, and to make him choose for his subject the broken stones of a cottage wall, rather than of a roadside bank, the picturesque beauty of form in each being supposed precisely the same: and, together with this slight tragical feeling, there is also a humble and romantic sympathy; a vague desire, in his own mind, to live in cottages rather than in palaces; a joy in humble things, a contentment and delight in makeshifts, a secret persuasion (in many respects a true one) that there is in these ruined cottages a happiness often quite as great as in kings' palaces, and a virtue and nearness to God infinitely greater and holier than can commonly be found in any other kind of place; so that the misery in which he exults is not, as he sees it, misery, but nobleness,—"poor, and sick in body, and beloved by the Gods."6 And thus, being nowise sure that these things can 12 be mended at all, and very sure that he knows not how to mend them, and also that the strange pleasure he feels in them must have some good reason in the nature of things, he yields to his destiny, enjoys his dark canal without scruple, and mourns over every improvement in the town, and every movement made by its sanitary commissioners, as a miser would over a planned robbery of his chest; in all this being not only innocent, but even respectable and admirable, compared with the kind of person who has no pleasure in sights of this kind, but only in fair façades, trim gardens, and park palings, and who would thrust all poverty and misery out of his way, collecting it into back alleys, or sweeping it finally out of the world, so that the street might give wider play for his chariot wheels, and the breeze less offence to his nobility.
§ 13. Still, even with all this, I don't think the lover of the lower 11 picturesque is a monster in human form. He’s definitely not that, although we might initially think so if we stumbled upon him unexpectedly and hadn’t encountered anyone like him before. Generally speaking, he is kind-hearted, innocent of wrongdoing, but not very open-minded; a bit selfish, and unable to truly empathize with others; at the same time, he has a strong artistic sense and an appreciation for different forms, light, and shadow, and he spends his life pursuing this enjoyment, just like most people who chase after what they also enjoy—whether it’s honor, money, or leisure—completely unbothered by the poor folks living by the stagnant canal. In some ways, the hunter of the picturesque is better than many of these people since he is simple-minded and capable of appreciating unpretentious and modest pleasures, which, while not necessarily helping others, are at least harmless, even to the subjects of his picturesque fantasies; his work can actually be entertaining and beneficial to many. Furthermore, even the enjoyment he seems to get from misery isn't entirely immoral. Beneath his enjoyment runs a current of tragic passion—a genuine vein of human sympathy; it lies at the heart of all those strange morbid interests he has; a sad excitement, similar to what others feel at a tragedy, only less intense, just enough to deepen his pleasure and make him prefer the broken stones of a cottage wall to those of a roadside bank, even if the picturesque beauty of both is assumed to be the same: along with this slight tragic feeling, there’s also a humble and romantic sympathy; a vague desire in him to live in cottages instead of palaces; a joy in simple things, a satisfaction and delight in makeshift solutions, a secret belief (which is often true) that there’s happiness in these ruined cottages that can be just as great as in kings' palaces, along with a virtue and closeness to God that’s far greater and holier than what’s usually found in other places; so the misery he takes delight in isn’t, in his eyes, misery, but nobility—"poor, sick in body, and beloved by the Gods."6 And so, being unsure whether any of these things can truly be fixed, and very aware that he doesn’t know how to fix them, and also knowing that the strange pleasure he feels in them must have some legitimate reason in the nature of things, he accepts his fate, enjoys his dark canal without guilt, and laments every improvement in the town and every action by its health officials like a miser would over a planned robbery of his treasure; in all of this, he is not just innocent, but also respectable and admirable, compared to those who find no pleasure in such sights but only in pretty facades, neatly kept gardens, and park fences, and who would push all poverty and misery out of sight, clustering it in back alleys or ultimately eradicating it from the world, so that the street could give more room for their chariot wheels, and the breeze would offend their nobility less.
§ 14. Therefore, even the love for the lower picturesque ought to be cultivated with care, wherever it exists; not with any special view to artistic, but to merely humane, education. It will never really or seriously interfere with practical benevolence; on the contrary, it will constantly lead, if associated with other benevolent principles, to a truer sympathy with the poor, and better understanding of the right ways of helping them; and, in the present stage of civilization, it is the most important element of character, not directly moral, which can be cultivated in youth; since it is mainly for the want of this feeling that we destroy so many ancient monuments, in order to erect "handsome" streets and shops instead, which might just as well have been erected elsewhere, and whose effect on our minds, so far as they have any, is to increase every disposition to frivolity, expense, and display.
§ 14. Therefore, even the appreciation for the lower forms of beauty should be nurtured with care, wherever it exists; not with any specific goal of artistic achievement, but for purely humane education. It will never truly or seriously hinder practical kindness; on the contrary, it will consistently lead, if combined with other compassionate values, to a deeper understanding of the poor and better ways to help them. In today's world, it is the most significant aspect of character, not directly moral, that can be developed in youth; because it is primarily due to the lack of this feeling that we destroy so many ancient landmarks to build "attractive" streets and shops elsewhere, which could just as well have been placed in different locations, and whose impact on our minds, as far as it exists, is to amplify every tendency towards triviality, expense, and showiness.
These, and such other considerations not directly connected with our subject, I shall, perhaps, be able to press farther at the close of my work; meantime, we turn to the immediate question, of the distinction between the lower and higher picturesque, and the artists who pursue them.
These, along with other factors not directly related to our topic, I might be able to elaborate on at the end of my work; for now, let's focus on the immediate question of the difference between the lower and higher picturesque, and the artists who engage with them.
§ 15. It is evident, from what has been advanced, that there is no definite bar of separation between the two; but that the dignity of the picturesque increases from lower to higher, in exact proportion to the sympathy of the artist with his subject. And in like manner his own greatness depends (other things being 13 equal) on the extent of this sympathy. If he rests content with narrow enjoyment of outward forms, and light sensations of luxurious tragedy, and so goes on multiplying his sketches of mere picturesque material, he necessarily settles down into the ordinary "clever" artist, very good and respectable, maintaining himself by his sketching and painting in an honorable way, as by any other daily business, and in due time passing away from the world without having, on the whole, done much for it. Such has been the necessary, not very lamentable, destiny of a large number of men in these days, whose gifts urged them to the practice of art, but who possessing no breadth of mind, nor having met with masters capable of concentrating what gifts they had towards nobler use, almost perforce remained in their small picturesque circle; getting more and more narrowed in range of sympathy as they fell more and more into the habit of contemplating the one particular class of subjects that pleased them, and recomposing them by rules of art.
§ 15. It’s clear from what we’ve discussed that there’s no strict dividing line between the two; rather, the beauty of the picturesque grows from lower to higher, directly related to how much the artist connects with their subject. Similarly, their own greatness relies (assuming everything else is equal) on the depth of this connection. If they settle for a limited appreciation of outward forms and superficial feelings of dramatic luxury, just cranking out sketches of mere picturesque subjects, they end up becoming an ordinary “clever” artist—decent and respectable, supporting themselves through their sketches and paintings like any daily job, eventually leaving the world without having contributed much overall. This has been the inevitable, not overly tragic fate of many people today, whose talents drove them to pursue art, but who, lacking broad perspectives or having not encountered mentors capable of channeling their talents towards greater purposes, inevitably remained stuck in their small picturesque circle; becoming more and more limited in their range of sympathy as they grew increasingly accustomed to focusing on the specific subjects that appealed to them, recomposing them through artistic rules.
I need not give instances of this class, we have very few painters who belong to any other; I only pause for a moment to except from it a man too often confounded with the draughtsmen of the lower picturesque;—a very great man, who, though partly by chance, and partly by choice, limited in range of subject, possessed for that subject the profoundest and noblest sympathy—Samuel Prout. His renderings of the character of old buildings, such as that spire of Calais, are as perfect and as heartfelt as I can conceive possible; nor do I suppose that any one else will ever hereafter equal them.7 His early works show that he possessed a grasp of mind which could have entered into almost any kind of landscape subject; that it was only chance—I do not know if altogether evil chance—which fettered him to stones; and that in reality he is to be numbered among the true masters of the nobler picturesque.
I don’t need to provide examples of this category; we have very few artists who fit into any other. I’ll just take a moment to make an exception for a man who is often confused with the painters of the lesser picturesque—an extremely talented individual who, partly by chance and partly by choice, limited his range of subjects but had the deepest and noblest sympathy for those topics—Samuel Prout. His depictions of the character of old buildings, like that spire in Calais, are as perfect and heartfelt as I can imagine; I don’t think anyone will ever be able to match them in the future.7 His early works demonstrate that he had the intellectual capacity to tackle almost any type of landscape subject; it was merely chance—I’m not sure if it was entirely bad luck—that tied him to stonework; and in reality, he should be regarded as one of the true masters of the higher picturesque.
§ 16. Of these, also, the ranks rise in worthiness, according to their sympathy. In the noblest of them, that sympathy seems quite unlimited; they enter with their whole heart into all nature; their love of grace and beauty keeps them from delighting too much in shattered stones and stunted trees, their kindness 14 and compassion from dwelling by choice on any kind of misery, their perfect humility from avoiding simplicity of subject when it comes in their way, and their grasp of the highest thoughts from seeking a lower sublimity in cottage walls and penthouse roofs. And, whether it be home of English village thatched with straw and walled with clay, or of Italian city vaulted with gold and roofed with marble; whether it be stagnant stream under ragged willow, or glancing fountain between arcades of laurel, all to them will bring equal power of happiness, and equal field for thought.
§ 16. Among these, the ranks improve in worthiness based on their empathy. In the highest of them, that empathy seems completely boundless; they fully engage with all of nature; their appreciation for grace and beauty prevents them from overly enjoying broken stones and twisted trees, their kindness and compassion keep them from lingering on any form of suffering by choice, their perfect humility allows them to embrace simplicity of subject when it comes their way, and their understanding of profound ideas prevents them from seeking a lesser beauty in cottage walls and low roofs. And, whether it’s a thatched cottage in an English village made of straw and clay, or a grand home in an Italian city with golden vaults and marble roofs; whether it’s a still stream beneath a scraggly willow, or a sparkling fountain nestled between laurel archways, each will offer them equal joy and equal opportunity for reflection.
§ 17. Turner is the only artist who hitherto has furnished the entire type of this perfection. The attainment of it in all respects is, of course, impossible to man; but the complete type of such a mind has once been seen in him, and, I think, existed also in Tintoret; though, as far as I know, Tintoret has not left any work which indicates sympathy with the humor of the world. Paul Veronese, on the other hand, had sympathy with its humor, but not with its deepest tragedy or horror. Rubens wants the feeling for grace and mystery. And so, as we pass through the list of great painters, we shall find in each of them some local narrowness. Now, I do not, of course, mean to say that Turner has accomplished all to which his sympathy prompted him; necessarily, the very breadth of effort involved, in some directions, manifest failure; but he has shown, in casual incidents, and by-ways, a range of feeling which no other painter, as far as I know, can equal. He cannot, for instance, draw children at play as well as Mulready; but just glean out of his works the evidence of his sympathy with children;—look at the girl putting her bonnet on the dog, in the foreground of the Richmond, Yorkshire; the juvenile tricks and "marine dabblers" of the Liber Studiorum; the boys scrambling after their kites in the woods of the Greta and Buckfastleigh; and the notable and most pathetic drawing of the Kirkby Lonsdale churchyard, with the schoolboys making a fortress of their larger books on the tombstone, to bombard with the more projectile volumes; and passing from these to the intense horror and pathos of the Rizpah, consider for yourself whether there was ever any other painter who could strike such an octave. Whether there has been or not, in other walks of art, this power of sympathy 15 is unquestionably in landscape unrivalled; and it will be one of our pleasantest future tasks to analyze in his various drawing the character it always gives; a character, indeed, more or less marked in all good work whatever, but to which, being preeminent in him, I shall always hereafter give the name of the "Turnerian Picturesque."
§ 17. Turner is the only artist who has truly represented this level of perfection. Achieving it completely is obviously impossible for anyone, but we have seen this complete type of mind in him. I believe it also existed in Tintoret, although, as far as I know, Tintoret hasn’t left behind any work that shows an understanding of the world's humor. Paul Veronese, on the other hand, understood its humor but not its deepest tragedy or horror. Rubens lacks a sense of grace and mystery. As we examine the list of great painters, we’ll find that each has some specific limitation. I’m not saying that Turner has accomplished everything his sympathy inspired; the very breadth of his efforts led, in some areas, to clear shortcomings. However, he has demonstrated, in casual moments and side notes, a range of feeling that, to my knowledge, no other painter can match. For instance, he can't draw children playing as well as Mulready, but just look at evidence of his empathy for children in his works—like the girl putting her bonnet on the dog in the foreground of the Richmond, Yorkshire; the playful antics of kids and "marine dabblers" in the Liber Studiorum; the boys chasing after their kites in the woods of Greta and Buckfastleigh; and the striking and moving drawing of the Kirkby Lonsdale churchyard, where schoolboys are using their larger books as a fortress on the tombstone to launch smaller books at each other. Then, moving from these to the deep horror and sorrow of the Rizpah, consider whether any other painter has ever captured such a range of emotions. Whether there has or hasn’t been in other fields of art, this power of empathy is certainly unmatched in landscape; and one of our most enjoyable future tasks will be to analyze the character it consistently conveys in his various drawings—a character that, while present, to some degree, in all good work, is particularly prominent in him, and from now on, I will refer to as the "Turnerian Picturesque."
1 Ghirlandajo is seen to the greatest possible disadvantage in this place, as I have been forced again to copy from Lasinio, who leaves out all the light and shade, and vulgarizes every form; but the points requiring notice here are sufficiently shown, and I will do Ghirlandajo more justice hereafter.
1 Ghirlandajo is at a significant disadvantage here, as I've had to rely on Lasinio again, who omits all the light and shadow and simplifies every form. However, the important details are clearly indicated, and I will give Ghirlandajo more credit in the future.
3 The principal street of Canterbury has some curious examples of this tininess.
3 The main street of Canterbury has some interesting examples of this tininess.
4 This, however, is of course true only of insignificant duties, necessary for appearance' sake. Serious duties, necessary for kindness' sake, must be permitted in any domestic affliction, under pain of shocking the English public.
4 This, however, is only true for trivial duties that are required for appearances. Important responsibilities, necessary for the sake of compassion, must be allowed in any family crisis, or else it would outrage the English public.
5 I extract from my private diary a passage bearing somewhat on the matter in hand:—
5 I take a passage from my personal diary that relates to the topic at hand:—
"Amiens, 11th May, 18—. I had a happy walk here this afternoon, down among the branching currents of the Somme; it divides into five or six,—shallow, green, and not over-wholesome; some quite narrow and foul, running beneath clusters of fearful houses, reeling masses of rotten timber; and a few mere stumps of pollard willow sticking out of the banks of soft mud, only retained in shape of bank by being shored up with timbers; and boats like paper boats, nearly as thin at least, for the costermongers to paddle about in among the weeds, the water soaking through the lath bottoms, and floating the dead leaves from the vegetable-baskets with which they were loaded. Miserable little back yards, opening to the water, with steep stone steps down to it, and little platforms for the ducks; and separate duck staircases, composed of a sloping board with cross bits of wood leading to the ducks' doors, and sometimes a flower-pot or two on them, or even a flower,—one group, of wallflowers and geraniums, curiously vivid, being seen against the darkness of a dyer's back yard, who had been dyeing black all day, and all was black in his yard but the flowers, and they fiery and pure; the water by no means so, but still working its way steadily over the weeds, until it narrowed into a current strong enough to turn two or three mill-wheels, one working against the side of an old flamboyant Gothic church, whose richly traceried buttresses sloped into the filthy stream;—all exquisitely picturesque, and no less miserable. We delight in seeing the figures in these boats pushing them about the bits of blue water, in Prout's drawings; but as I looked to-day at the unhealthy face and melancholy mien of the man in the boat pushing his load of peats along the ditch, and of the people, men as well as women, who sat spinning gloomily at the cottage doors, I could not help feeling how many suffering persons must pay for my picturesque subject and happy walk."
"Amiens, May 11, 18—. I had a nice stroll here this afternoon, walking along the branching streams of the Somme; it splits into five or six—shallow, green, and not very clean; some are quite narrow and filthy, flowing beneath clusters of shabby houses, wobbly masses of rotten timber; and a few mere stumps of pollard willow sticking out of the muddy banks, barely held together by timbers; with boats that look like paper boats, at least that thin, for the street vendors to paddle around in among the weeds, the water soaking through the wooden bottoms, and carrying away the dead leaves from the vegetable-baskets they were loaded with. Miserable little backyards opening to the water, with steep stone steps leading down to it, and small platforms for the ducks; and separate duck staircases made of a sloping board with cross pieces of wood leading to the ducks' doors, sometimes with a flower pot or two on them, or even a flower—one group of wallflowers and geraniums, strikingly bright, stood out against the darkness of a dyer's yard, who had been dyeing black all day, and everything was black in his yard except for the flowers, which were vibrant and pure; the water was anything but that, but it kept flowing steadily over the weeds, until it narrowed into a current strong enough to turn a couple of mill-wheels, one operating against the side of an old flamboyant Gothic church, whose elaborately decorated buttresses sloped into the filthy stream—everything was beautifully picturesque, yet just as miserable. We love seeing the figures in these boats maneuvering through the patches of blue water in Prout's drawings; but as I looked today at the unhealthy face and sad demeanor of the man in the boat pushing his load of peat along the ditch, and the people, both men and women, who sat gloomily spinning at the cottage doors, I couldn't help feeling how many suffering individuals must bear the cost for my picturesque scene and pleasant stroll."
6 Epitaph on Epictetus.
__A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__ Epitaph for Epictetus.
CHAPTER II.
OF TURNERIAN TOPOGRAPHY.
§ 1. We saw, in the course of the last chapter, with what kind of feeling an artist ought to regard the character of every object he undertakes to paint. The next question is, what objects he ought to undertake to paint; how far he should be influenced by his feelings in the choice of subjects; and how far he should permit himself to alter, or, in the usual art language, improve, nature. For it has already been stated (Vol. III. Chap. III. § 21.), that all great art must be inventive; that is to say, its subject must be produced by the imagination. If so, then great landscape art cannot be a mere copy of any given scene; and we have now to inquire what else than this it may be.
§ 1. We viewed, in the last chapter, how an artist should feel about the character of every object they choose to paint. The next question is, what objects they should choose to paint; to what extent they should be guided by their emotions in selecting subjects; and how much they should allow themselves to change, or, in common art terms, improve, nature. It has already been mentioned (Vol. III. Chap. III. § 21.) that all great art must be creative; that is to say, its subject must come from the imagination. If that’s the case, then great landscape art cannot simply be a replica of any specific scene; and now we need to explore what else it can be.
§ 2. If the reader will glance over that twenty-first, and the following three paragraphs of the same chapter, he will see that we there divided art generally into "historical" and "poetical," or the art of relating facts simply, and facts imaginatively. Now, with respect to landscape, the historical art is simple topography, and the imaginative art is what I have in the heading of the present chapter called Turnerian topography, and must in the course of it endeavor to explain.
§ 2. If the reader takes a look at the twenty-first paragraph and the three following paragraphs of the same chapter, they will see that we generally divided art into "historical" and "poetical," or the art of presenting facts straightforwardly and the art of presenting facts creatively. Now, regarding landscape, the historical art is straightforward topography, while the imaginative art is what I refer to in the title of this chapter as Turnerian topography, which I will try to explain throughout this discussion.
Observe, however, at the outset, that, touching the duty or fitness of altering nature at all, the quarrels which have so wofully divided the world of art are caused only by want of understanding this simplest of all canons,—"It is always wrong to draw what you don't see." This law is inviolable. But then, some people see only things that exist, and others see things that do not exist, or do not exist apparently. And if they really see these non-apparent things, they are quite right to draw them; the only harm is when people try to draw non-apparent things, who don't see them, but think they can calculate or compose into existence what is to them for evermore invisible. 17 If some people really see angels where others see only empty space, let them paint the angels; only let not anybody else think they can paint an angel, too, on any calculated principles of the angelic.
However, let's start by noting that the debates that have sadly divided the art world stem from a failure to grasp this fundamental principle: "It's always wrong to draw what you don't see." This rule is absolute. However, some people only perceive things that exist, while others see things that don't appear to exist at all. If they genuinely see these unseen things, they are perfectly justified in drawing them; the real issue arises when individuals attempt to draw these unseen elements without actually perceiving them, believing they can calculate or compose something into existence that remains invisible to them forever. 17 If some people truly see angels where others only see empty space, let them paint the angels; just don't let anyone else believe they can also paint an angel based on any calculated principles of the angelic.
§ 3. If, therefore, when we go to a place, we see nothing else than is there, we are to paint nothing else, and to remain pure topographical or historical landscape painters. If, going to the place, we see something quite different from what is there, then we are to paint that—nay, we must paint that, whether we will or not; it being, for us, the only reality we can get at. But let us beware of pretending to see this unreality if we do not.
§ 3. So, if when we visit a location, we only see what's actually there, we should paint only that, sticking to being pure landscape artists focused on topography or history. But if, upon visiting, we notice something completely different from what's present, then we should paint that—actually, we have to paint that, whether we want to or not; it's the only reality we can reach. However, we should be careful not to pretend to see this alternate reality if we truly do not.
The simple observance of this rule would put an end to nearly all disputes, and keep a large number of men in healthy work, who now totally waste their lives; so that the most important question that an artist can possibly have to determine for himself, is whether he has invention or not. And this he can ascertain with ease. If visions of unreal things present themselves to him with or without his own will, praying to be painted, quite ungovernable in their coming or going,—neither to be summoned if they do not choose to come, nor banished if they do,—he has invention. If, on the contrary, he only sees the commonly visible facts; and, should he not like them, and want to alter them, finds that he must think of a rule whereby to do so, he has no invention. All the rules in the world will do him no good; and if he tries to draw anything else than those materially visible facts, he will pass his whole life in uselessness, and produce nothing but scientific absurdities.
The simple following of this rule would end almost all conflicts and keep many people actively engaged in meaningful work, instead of wasting their lives. Therefore, the most crucial question an artist must answer for themselves is whether they possess creativity or not. They can easily determine this. If they find that visions of imaginary things come to them—whether they want them to or not—demanding to be painted, uncontrollable in their arrival and departure—neither able to be summoned if they choose not to come, nor dismissed if they do—they have creativity. Conversely, if they only see things that are ordinarily visible, and if they don’t like what they see and want to change it, they must think of a rule to do so, they lack creativity. All the rules in the world won't help them, and if they attempt to draw anything beyond what is visibly tangible, they will spend their entire life in futility, producing nothing but scientific nonsense.
§ 4. Let him take his part at once, boldly, and be content. Pure history and pure topography are most precious things; in many cases more useful to the human race than high imaginative work; and assuredly it is intended that a large majority of all who are employed in art should never aim at anything higher. It is only vanity, never love, nor any other noble feeling, which prompts men to desert their allegiance to the simple truth, in vain pursuit of the imaginative truth which has been appointed to be for evermore sealed to them.
§ 4. Let him take his share right away, confidently, and be satisfied. Accurate history and true geography are incredibly valuable; often more beneficial to humanity than lofty creative works; and it's clear that most people in the arts should never strive for anything beyond that. It is only vanity, never love, nor any other noble emotion, that drives people to abandon their commitment to simple truth in a pointless quest for the imaginative truth that is destined to remain forever out of reach for them.
Nor let it be supposed that artists who possess minor degrees of imaginative gift need be embarrassed by the doubtful sense 18 of their own powers. In general, when the imagination is at all noble, it is irresistible, and therefore those who can at all resist it ought to resist it. Be a plain topographer if you possibly can; if Nature meant you to be anything else, she will force you to it; but never try to be a prophet; go on quietly with your hard camp-work, and the spirit will come to you in the camp, as it did to Eldad and Medad, if you are appointed to have it; but try above all things to be quickly perceptive of the noble spirit in others, and to discern in an instant between its true utterance and the diseased mimicries of it. In a general way, remember it is a far better thing to find out other great men, than to become one yourself: for you can but become one at best, but you may bring others to light in numbers.
Nor should it be assumed that artists with lesser degrees of imagination need to feel insecure about their abilities. Generally, when imagination is truly noble, it’s irresistible, so those who can resist it *should* resist it. Try to be a straightforward observer if you can; if Nature intended for you to be anything more, she will make it happen; but never try to be a prophet. Just keep working hard in your own way, and inspiration will come to you, as it did to Eldad and Medad, if you’re meant to have it. Above all, strive to quickly recognize the noble spirit in others and to distinguish between its genuine expression and its unhealthy imitations. In general, remember that it’s much better to discover other great people than to become one yourself: you can only become *one* at best, but you can help bring many others to light.
§ 5. We have, therefore, to inquire what kind of changes these are, which must be wrought by the imaginative painter on landscape, and by whom they have been thus nobly wrought. First, for the better comfort of the non-imaginative painter, be it observed, that it is not possible to find a landscape, which, if painted precisely as it is, will not make an impressive picture. No one knows, till he has tried, what strange beauty and subtle composition is prepared to his hand by Nature, wherever she is left to herself; and what deep feeling may be found in many of the most homely scenes, even where man has interfered with those wild ways of hers. But, beyond this, let him note that though historical topography forbids alteration, it neither forbids sentiment nor choice. So far from doing this, the proper choice of subject8 is an absolute duty to the topographical painter: he should first take care that it is a subject intensely pleasing to himself, else he will never paint it well; and then also, that it shall be one in some sort pleasurable to the general public, else it is not worth painting at all; and lastly, take care that it be instructive, as well as pleasurable to the public, else it 19 is not worth painting with care. I should particularly insist at present on this careful choice of subject, because the Pre-Raphaelites, taken as a body, have been culpably negligent in this respect, not in humble honor of Nature, but in morbid indulgence of their own impressions. They happen to find their fancies caught by a bit of an oak hedge, or the weeds at the sides of a duck-pond, because, perhaps, they remind them of a stanza of Tennyson; and forthwith they sit down to sacrifice the most consummate skill, two or three months of the best summer time available for out-door work (equivalent to some seventieth or sixtieth of all their lives), and nearly all their credit with the public, to this duck-pond delineation. Now it is indeed quite right that they should see much to be loved in the hedge, nor less in the ditch; but it is utterly and inexcusably wrong that they should neglect the nobler scenery which is full of majestic interest, or enchanted by historical association; so that, as things go at present, we have all the commonalty that may be seen whenever we choose, painted properly; but all of lovely and wonderful, which we cannot see but at rare intervals, painted vilely: the castles of the Rhine and Rhone made vignettes of for the annuals; and the nettles and mushrooms, which were prepared by Nature eminently for nettle porridge and fish sauce, immortalized by art as reverently as if we were Egyptians, and they deities.
§ 5. We need to explore what kinds of changes the imaginative painter makes to landscapes and who has accomplished this beautifully. First, to ease the concerns of the non-imaginative painter, it should be noted that you can't find a landscape that, if painted exactly as it is, wouldn’t create an impressive picture. No one truly understands the strange beauty and subtle composition that Nature provides when left to her own devices, and the deep emotions that can be found in many of the simplest scenes, even after human intervention. Moreover, while historical accuracy prohibits alteration, it does not prohibit sentiment or choice. On the contrary, choosing the right subject8 is crucial for the topographical painter: they should ensure that it’s a subject they find intensely pleasing, or they will struggle to paint it well; and it should also be enjoyable for the general public, or it’s not worth painting at all; and finally, it must be educational as well as enjoyable for the public, else it shouldn’t be painted with care. I want to emphasize this careful subject choice because the Pre-Raphaelites, as a group, have been irresponsibly negligent in this regard, not out of respect for Nature but due to an unhealthy indulgence in their own impressions. They might be captivated by a small section of an oak hedge or the weeds beside a duck pond because it reminds them of a Tennyson stanza, and then they dedicate their incredible skill, months of prime summer time (representing a significant portion of their lives), and almost all their public reputation to this duck pond depiction. While it’s perfectly fine to find beauty in the hedge and the ditch, it’s completely unacceptable for them to overlook the more magnificent scenery that’s rich in majesty and historical significance. As it stands now, we have plenty of ordinary scenes that can be seen whenever we want, painted well; but all the lovely and extraordinary scenes, which we can only see occasionally, are poorly represented: the castles of the Rhine and Rhone shrunk to vignettes for annuals, while the nettles and mushrooms, meant by Nature for nettle porridge and fish sauce, are treated in art with as much reverence as if they were deities in ancient Egypt.
§ 6. Generally speaking, therefore, the duty of every painter at present, who has not much invention, is to take subjects of which the portraiture will be precious in after times; views of our abbeys and cathedrals; distant views of cities, if possible chosen from some spot in itself notable by association; perfect studies of the battle-fields of Europe, of all houses of celebrated men, and places they loved, and, of course, of the most lovely natural scenery. And, in doing all this, it should be understood, primarily, whether the picture is topographical or not: if topographical, then not a line is to be altered, not a stick nor stone removed, not a color deepened, not a form improved; the picture is to be, as far as possible, the reflection of the place in a mirror; and the artist to consider himself only as a sensitive and skilful reflector, taking care that no false impression is conveyed by any error on his part which he might have avoided; 20 so that it may be for ever afterwards in the power of all men to lean on his work with absolute trust, and to say: "So it was:—on such a day of June or July of such a year, such a place looked like this; these weeds were growing there, so tall and no taller; those stones were lying there, so many and no more; that tower so rose against the sky, and that shadow so slept upon the street."
§ 6. Generally speaking, the responsibility of every painter today, who may lack much creativity, is to choose subjects that will be valued in the future; scenes of our abbeys and cathedrals; distant city views, ideally from a notable location with historical significance; accurate representations of Europe’s battlefields, homes of famous individuals, and the places they cherished, along with the most beautiful natural landscapes. Additionally, it should be understood whether the picture is topographical or not: if it is topographical, then not a single line should be changed, not a stick or stone removed, not a color darkened, nor a form altered; the artwork should, as much as possible, act as a mirror reflecting the location; and the artist should see themselves as a sensitive and skilled reflector, ensuring that no misleading impression is created due to any avoidable mistakes on their part; 20 so that people can always look at their work with complete confidence, saying: "This is how it was:—on such a day in June or July of a specific year, this place looked like this; these weeds were growing there, exactly this tall; those stones were lying there, just this many; that tower rose against the sky, and that shadow lay upon the street."
§ 7. Nor let it be supposed that the doing of this would ever become mechanical, or be found too easy, or exclude sentiment. As for its being easy, those only think so who never tried it; composition being, in fact, infinitely easier to a man who can compose, than imitation of this high kind to even the most able imitator; nor would it exclude sentiment, for, however sincerely we may try to paint all we see, this cannot, as often aforesaid, be ever done: all that is possible is a certain selection, and more or less wilful assertion, of one fact in preference to another; which selection ought always to be made under the influence of sentiment. Nor will such topography involve an entire submission to ugly accidents interfering with the impressiveness of the scene. I hope, as art is better understood, that our painters will get into the habit of accompanying all their works with a written statement of their own reasons for painting them, and the circumstances under which they were done; and, if in this written document they state the omissions they have made, they may make as many as they think proper. For instance, it is not possible now to obtain a view of the head of the Lake of Geneva without including the "Hôtel Biron"—an establishment looking like a large cotton factory—just above the Castle of Chillon. This building ought always to be omitted, and the reason for the omission stated. So the beauty of the whole town of Lucerne, as seen from the lake, is destroyed by the large new hotel for the English, which ought, in like manner, to be ignored, and the houses behind it drawn as if it were transparent.
§ 7. Let’s not assume that doing this could ever become mechanical, be considered too easy, or lack emotion. Those who think it’s easy are usually the ones who have never tried it; truly, creating something original is far easier for someone who can do it than for even the most skilled imitator. It also won’t lack emotion, because no matter how sincerely we try to capture everything we see, we can never fully achieve that, as mentioned before. All we can do is select and prioritize one fact over another based on our feelings. This selection should always be influenced by emotion. Additionally, this kind of portrayal won’t mean giving in completely to unattractive elements that interfere with the scene’s impact. I hope that as people gain a better understanding of art, painters will start to include a written explanation of their reasons for creating each piece and the circumstances under which it was made. If they note the things they chose to leave out in this document, they can omit as many as they feel appropriate. For example, it’s impossible to get a view of the head of Lake Geneva without including the "Hôtel Biron"—a building that resembles a large cotton factory—just above the Castle of Chillon. This building should always be left out, and the reason for its omission should be stated. Similarly, the beauty of the entire town of Lucerne, as viewed from the lake, is ruined by the large new hotel for the English, which should also be ignored, with the buildings behind it drawn as if it were transparent.
§ 8. But if a painter has inventive power he is to treat his subject in a totally different way; giving not the actual facts of it, but the impression it made on his mind.
§ 8. But if a painter has creative talent, he should approach his subject in a completely different way; showing not the actual details of it, but the impression it created in his mind.
And now, once for all, let it be clearly understood that an "impression on the mind" does not mean a piece of manufacture. The way in which most artists proceed to "invent," as 21 they call it, a picture, is this: they choose their subject, for the most part, well, with a sufficient quantity of towers, mountains, ruined cottages, and other materials, to be generally interesting; then they fix on some object for a principal light; behind this they put a dark cloud, or, in front of it, a dark piece of foreground; then they repeat this light somewhere else in a less degree, and connect the two lights together by some intermediate ones. If they find any part of the foreground uninteresting they put a group of figures into it; if any part of the distance, they put something there from some other sketch; and proceed to inferior detail in the same manner, taking care always to put white stones near black ones, and purple colors near yellow ones, and angular forms near round ones;—all being as simply a matter of recipe and practice as cookery; like that, not by any means a thing easily done well, but still having no reference whatever to "impressions on the mind."
And now, let it be clear that an "impression on the mind" doesn’t mean something manufactured. Most artists approach "inventing," as they like to call it, a picture like this: they pick a subject that's usually pretty good, with enough elements like towers, mountains, ruined cottages, and other interesting stuff; then they choose a main light source; behind it, they add a dark cloud or place a dark foreground in front; next, they repeat the light in another spot but with less intensity and link the two light sources with some mid-tones. If they find any part of the foreground dull, they add a group of figures; if any part of the background seems empty, they insert something from another sketch; and they continue with less detailed elements the same way, making sure to place white stones next to black ones, purple colors near yellow ones, and angular shapes next to round ones—all of this being as straightforward as following a recipe in cooking; not that it’s easy to do well, but it definitely has nothing to do with "impressions on the mind."
§ 9. But the artist who has real invention sets to work in a totally different way. First, he receives a true impression from the place itself, and takes care to keep hold of that as his chief good; indeed, he needs no care in the matter, for the distinction of his mind from that of others consists in his instantly receiving such sensations strongly, and being unable to lose them; and then he sets himself as far as possible to reproduce that impression on the mind of the spectator of his picture.
§ 9. But the artist with true creativity goes about things in a completely different way. First, they take a genuine impression from the location itself and make sure to hold onto that as their main goal; in fact, they don’t even have to try hard, because their unique ability lies in their immediate and strong reception of those sensations, which they cannot forget. Then, they do their best to recreate that impression in the mind of the viewer of their artwork.
Now, observe, this impression on the mind never results from the mere piece of scenery which can be included within the limits of the picture. It depends on the temper into which the mind has been brought, both by all the landscape round, and by what has been seen previously in the course of the day; so that no particular spot upon which the painter's glance may at any moment fall, is then to him what, if seen by itself, it will be to the spectator far away; nor is it what it would be, even to that spectator, if he had come to the reality through the steps which Nature has appointed to be the preparation for it, instead of seeing it isolated on an exhibition wall. For instance, on the descent of the St. Gothard, towards Italy, just after passing through the narrow gorge above Faïdo, the road emerges into a little breadth of valley, which is entirely filled by fallen stones and débris, partly disgorged by the Ticino as it leaps out of the 22 narrower chasm, and partly brought down by winter avalanches from a loose and decomposing mass of mountain on the left. Beyond this first promontory is seen a considerably higher range, but not an imposing one, which rises above the village of Faïdo. The etching, Plate 20, is a topographical outline of the scene, with the actual blocks of rock which happened to be lying in the bed of the Ticino at the spot from which I chose to draw it. The masses of loose débris (which, for any permanent purpose, I had no need to draw, as their arrangement changes at every flood) I have not drawn, but only those features of the landscape which happen to be of some continual importance. Of which note, first, that the little three-windowed building on the left is the remnant of a gallery built to protect the road, which once went on that side, from the avalanches and stones that come down the "couloir"9 in the rock above. It is only a ruin, the greater part having been by said avalanches swept away, and the old road, of which a remnant is also seen on the extreme left, abandoned, and carried now along the hillside on the right, partly sustained on rough stone arches, and winding down, as seen in the sketch, to a weak wooden bridge, which enables it to recover its old track past the gallery. It seems formerly (but since the destruction of the gallery) to have gone about a mile farther down the river on the right bank, and then to have been carried across by a longer wooden bridge, of which only the two abutments are seen in the sketch, the rest having been swept away by the Ticino, and the new bridge erected near the spectator.
Now, look closely; this impression on the mind doesn’t come solely from the piece of scenery captured in the picture. It relies on the mood the mind is in, shaped by the surrounding landscape and by what has been observed earlier in the day. So, no specific spot that the painter’s eye might catch at any moment is the same as it would be for a viewer seeing it from afar. It wouldn't even be the same to that viewer if they had approached it through the experiences nature intended, as opposed to seeing it isolated on a gallery wall. For example, as you descend the St. Gothard toward Italy, just after passing through the narrow gorge above Faïdo, the road opens into a small valley filled with fallen stones and debris, partly dumped by the Ticino as it rushes out of the narrow chasm, and partly washed down by winter avalanches from a loose, crumbling mountain on the left. Beyond this first peak, you can see a higher range, though not an imposing one, rising above the village of Faïdo. The etching, Plate 20, outlines the scene with the actual rocks that were lying in the bed of the Ticino from the spot where I chose to draw it. I didn’t depict the masses of loose debris (which I didn’t need to capture permanently since their arrangement changes with every flood) but only those features of the landscape that are consistently important. Notably, the small three-windowed building on the left is a remnant of a gallery that was built to protect the road, which once ran on that side, from avalanches and falling stones from the "couloir" 9 above. It's just a ruin now, most of it having been swept away by the avalanches, and the old road, of which a remnant is visible on the far left, is abandoned. It's now rerouted along the hillside on the right, partly supported by rough stone arches, winding down as depicted in the sketch to a fragile wooden bridge, which allows it to reconnect with its old path past the gallery. It seems to have previously (but after the gallery was destroyed) extended about a mile farther down the river on the right bank, and then crossed over on a longer wooden bridge, of which only the two abutments can be seen in the sketch; the rest has been swept away by the Ticino, and a new bridge was built closer to the observer.
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20. Pass of Faïdo. (1st. Basic Map Features.) |
§ 10. There is nothing in this scene, taken by itself, particularly interesting or impressive. The mountains are not elevated, nor particularly fine in form, and the heaps of stones which encumber the Ticino present nothing notable to the ordinary eye. But, in reality, the place is approached through one of the narrowest and most sublime ravines in the Alps, and after the traveller during the early part of the day has been familiarized with the aspect of the highest peaks of the Mont St. Gothard. Hence it speaks quite another language to him 23 from that in which it would address itself to an unprepared spectator: the confused stones, which by themselves would be almost without any claim upon his thoughts, become exponents of the fury of the river by which he has journeyed all day long; the defile beyond, not in itself narrow or terrible, is regarded nevertheless with awe, because it is imagined to resemble the gorge that has just been traversed above; and, although no very elevated mountains immediately overhang it, the scene is felt to belong to, and arise in its essential characters out of, the strength of those mightier mountains in the unseen north.
§ 10. This scene, when viewed on its own, isn't particularly interesting or impressive. The mountains aren't high, nor especially beautiful, and the piles of stones that clutter the Ticino don't stand out to the average person. However, the approach to this place is through one of the narrowest and most breathtaking canyons in the Alps, and after a traveler has spent the early part of the day familiarizing themselves with the highest peaks of Mont St. Gothard, it takes on a completely different significance. It speaks a language to them that it wouldn't to someone unprepared: the jumbled stones, which by themselves would barely catch anyone's attention, become symbols of the powerful river that has accompanied them throughout the day; the gorge ahead, while not particularly narrow or terrifying, is viewed with a sense of reverence because it’s imagined to resemble the canyon just traversed; and even though there aren’t any towering mountains directly above, the scene is deeply connected to and derived from the strength of those more majestic mountains in the unseen north.
§ 11. Any topographical delineation of the facts, therefore, must be wholly incapable of arousing in the mind of the beholder those sensations which would be caused by the facts themselves, seen in their natural relations to others. And the aim of the great inventive landscape painter must be to give the far higher and deeper truth of mental vision, rather than that of the physical facts, and to reach a representation which, though it may be totally useless to engineers or geographers, and, when tried by rule and measure, totally unlike the place, shall yet be capable of producing on the far-away beholder's mind precisely the impression which the reality would have produced, and putting his heart into the same state in which it would have been, had he verily descended into the valley from the gorges of Airolo.
§ 11. Any topographical representation of the facts, then, must completely fail to evoke in the viewer the feelings that would be triggered by the facts themselves, seen in their natural connections to other elements. The goal of the great inventive landscape painter should be to convey a much deeper and more profound truth of mental perception, rather than simply that of the physical facts. The aim is to create a depiction that, while it may be completely useless to engineers or geographers, and unlike the actual place when measured by standards, should still be able to evoke in the distant viewer exactly the impression that reality would have created, and put their heart in the same emotional state it would have been in had they truly descended into the valley from the gorges of Airolo.
§ 12. Now observe; if in his attempt to do this the artist does not understand the sacredness of the truth of Impression, and supposes that, once quitting hold of his first thought, he may by Philosophy compose something prettier than he saw, and mightier than he felt, it is all over with him. Every such attempt at composition will be utterly abortive, and end in something that is neither true nor fanciful; something geographically useless, and intellectually absurd.
§ 12. Now notice this; if the artist, in trying to achieve this, doesn’t grasp the sacredness of the truth in Impression, and believes that by moving away from his initial thought he can create something more beautiful than what he observed and more powerful than what he felt, it’s game over for him. Every attempt at creation will fail completely and result in something that is neither true nor imaginative; something practically useless and intellectually ridiculous.
But if, holding fast his first thought, he finds other ideas insensibly gathering to it, and, whether he will or not, modifying it into something which is not so much the image of the place itself, as the spirit of the place, let him yield to such fancies, and follow them wherever they lead. For, though error on this side is very rare among us in these days, it is possible to check these finer thoughts by mathematical accuracies, so as 24 materially to impair the imaginative faculty. I shall be able to explain this better after we have traced the actual operation of Turner's mind on the scene under discussion.
But if he clings to his initial idea and finds that other thoughts gradually connect with it, whether he likes it or not, changing it into something that reflects not just the place itself but its essence, he should embrace those ideas and see where they take him. While mistakes on this level are quite rare for us these days, it is possible to limit these deeper thoughts with strict measurements, which can significantly hinder imagination. I’ll explain this more clearly after we look at how Turner’s mind works on the scene we’re discussing.
§ 13. Turner was always from his youth fond of stones (we shall see presently why). Whether large or small, loose or embedded, hewn into cubes or worn into boulders, he loved them as much as William Hunt loves pineapples and plums. So that this great litter of fallen stones, which to any one else would have been simply disagreeable, was to Turner much the same as if the whole valley had been filled with plums and pineapples, and delighted him exceedingly, much more than even the gorge of Dazio Grande just above. But that gorge had its effect upon him also, and was still not well out of his head when the diligence stopped at the bottom of the hill, just at that turn of the road on the right of the bridge; which favorable opportunity Turner seized to make what he called a "memorandum" of the place, composed of a few pencil scratches on a bit of thin paper, that would roll up with others of the sort and go into his pocket afterwards. These pencil scratches he put a few blots of color upon (I suppose at Bellinzona the same evening, certainly not upon the spot), and showed me this blotted sketch when he came home. I asked him to make me a drawing of it, which he did, and casually told me afterwards (a rare thing for him to do) that he liked the drawing he had made. Of this drawing I have etched a reduced outline in Plate 21.
§ 13. Turner had always loved stones since he was young (we’ll see why shortly). Whether they were large or small, loose or stuck in place, shaped into cubes or worn down to boulders, he cherished them just as much as William Hunt loves pineapples and plums. So, this huge mess of fallen stones, which would have been merely unpleasant to anyone else, was to Turner much like the whole valley being filled with plums and pineapples, and it thrilled him immensely, even more than the gorge of Dazio Grande just above. But that gorge also had an impact on him, and it was still fresh in his mind when the coach stopped at the bottom of the hill, right at that bend in the road on the right side of the bridge; this perfect moment allowed Turner to make what he called a "memorandum" of the place, consisting of a few pencil marks on a piece of thin paper that he could roll up with others of its kind and tuck into his pocket later. He later added a few splotches of color to these pencil marks (I assume he did this that same evening in Bellinzona, definitely not on-site), and he showed me this smudged sketch when he returned home. I asked him to create a drawing of it, which he did, and he casually mentioned afterward (a rare thing for him) that he liked the drawing he had made. I have etched a reduced outline of this drawing in Plate 21.
§ 14. In which, primarily, observe that the whole place is altered in scale, and brought up to the general majesty of the higher forms of the Alps. It will be seen that, in my topographical sketch, there are a few trees rooted in the rock on this side of the gallery, showing by comparison, that it is not above four or five hundred feet high. These trees Turner cuts away, and gives the rock a height of about a thousand feet, so as to imply more power and danger in the avalanche coming down the couloir.
§ 14. First, notice that the entire area has changed in scale and has been elevated to match the grandeur of the higher forms of the Alps. In my topographical sketch, you can see a few trees growing from the rock on this side of the gallery, which by comparison indicate that the height is only about four or five hundred feet. Turner removes these trees and represents the rock as being around a thousand feet tall, suggesting more intensity and threat from the avalanche descending the couloir.
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21. Pass of Faïdo. (2d. Turnerian Topography.) |
Next, he raises, in a still greater degree, all the mountains beyond, putting three or four ranges instead of one, but uniting them into a single massy bank at their base, which he makes overhang the valley, and thus reduces it nearly to such a chasm as that which he had just passed through above, so as to unite 25 the expression of this ravine with that of the stony valley. A few trees, in the hollow of the glen, he feels to be contrary in spirit to the stones, and fells them, as he did the others; so also he feels the bridge in the foreground, by its slenderness, to contradict the aspect of violence in the torrent; he thinks the torrent and avalanches should have it all their own way hereabouts; so he strikes down the nearer bridge, and restores the one farther off, where the force of the stream may be supposed less. Next, the bit of road on the right, above the bank, is not built on a wall, nor on arches high enough to give the idea of an Alpine road in general; so he makes the arches taller, and the bank steeper, introducing, as we shall see presently, a reminiscence from the upper part of the pass.
Next, he elevates all the mountains beyond even more, adding three or four ranges instead of just one, but combines them into a single solid base that overhangs the valley, which he shapes into a chasm similar to the one he just passed above, connecting the look of this ravine with that of the rocky valley. A few trees in the glen's hollow seem out of place compared to the stones, so he cuts them down, just like the others; he also sees the nearby bridge as too slender, contradicting the violent appearance of the torrent, believing the torrent and avalanches should dominate this area, so he removes the closer bridge and restores the one further away, where the stream’s force is expected to be lighter. The stretch of road on the right, above the bank, doesn’t sit on a wall or arches high enough to suggest a typical Alpine road, so he makes the arches taller and the bank steeper, introducing, as we will see soon, a reminiscence from the upper part of the pass.
§ 15. I say he "thinks" this, and "introduces" that. But, strictly speaking, he does not think at all. If he thought, he would instantly go wrong; it is only the clumsy and uninventive artist who thinks. All these changes come into his head involuntarily; an entirely imperative dream, crying, "thus it must be," has taken possession of him; he can see, and do, no otherwise than as the dream directs.
§ 15. I say he "thinks" this, and "introduces" that. But, to be honest, he doesn’t actually think at all. If he did, he would immediately get it wrong; it’s only the awkward and uninspired artist who thinks. All these changes come to him involuntarily; a completely overwhelming dream, shouting, "this is how it has to be," has taken over his mind; he can only see and do what the dream tells him to.
This is especially to be remembered with respect to the next incident—the introduction of figures. Most persons to whom I have shown the drawing, and who feel its general character, regret that there is any living thing in it; they say it destroys the majesty of its desolation. But the dream said not so to Turner. The dream insisted particularly upon the great fact of its having come by the road. The torrent was wild, the stones were wonderful; but the most wonderful thing of all was how we ourselves, the dream and I, ever got here. By our feet we could not—by the clouds we could not—by any ivory gates we could not—in no other wise could we have come than by the coach road. One of the great elements of sensation, all the day long, has been that extraordinary road, and its goings on, and gettings about; here, under avalanches of stones, and among insanities of torrents, and overhangings of precipices, much tormented and driven to all manner of makeshifts and coils to this side and the other, still the marvellous road persists in going on, and that so smoothly and safely, that it is not merely great diligences, going in a caravanish manner, with 26 whole teams of horses, that can traverse it, but little postchaises with small postboys, and a pair of ponies. And the dream declared that the full essence and soul of the scene, and consummation of all the wonderfulness of the torrents and Alps, lay in a postchaise, with small ponies and postboy, which accordingly it insisted upon Turner's inserting, whether he liked it or not, at the turn of the road.
This is especially important to remember in relation to the next incident—the introduction of figures. Most people I've shown the drawing to, who appreciate its overall vibe, wish there wasn't any living thing in it; they say it ruins the grandeur of its emptiness. But the dream felt differently about Turner. The dream strongly emphasized the crucial fact of having arrived by the road. The torrent was wild, the stones were amazing; but the most incredible part was how the dream and I even got here. We couldn't have come by our feet—we couldn't have come by the clouds—we couldn't have come through any ivory gates—in no other way could we have arrived except by the coach road. One of the most striking experiences all day long has been that extraordinary road and its activities, navigating through avalanches of stones, chaotic torrents, and sheer cliffs, constantly challenged and adapting to all sorts of obstacles; yet the marvelous road keeps going on, so smoothly and safely, that not just large coaches, traveling in a caravan-like style with entire teams of horses, can use it, but also small carriages with tiny postboys and a pair of ponies. And the dream insisted that the true essence and spirit of the scene, the culmination of all the wonder of the torrents and Alps, lay in a carriage with small ponies and a postboy, which it insisted Turner must include, whether he wanted to or not, at the bend of the road.
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§ 16. Now, it will be observed by any one familiar with ordinary principles of arrangement of form (on which principles I shall insist at length in another place), that while the dream introduces these changes bearing on the expression of the scene, it is also introducing other changes, which appear to be made more or less in compliance with received rules of composition,10 rendering the masses broader, the lines more continuous, and 27 the curves more graceful. But the curious part of the business is, that these changes seem not so much to be wrought by imagining an entirely new condition of any feature, as by remembering something which will fit better in that place. For instance, Turner felt the bank on the right ought to be made more solid and rocky, in order to suggest firmer resistance to the stream, and he turns it, as will be seen by comparing the etchings, into a kind of rock buttress, to the wall, instead of a mere bank. Now, the buttress into which he turns it is very nearly a facsimile of one which he had drawn on that very St. Gothard road, far above, at the Devil's Bridge, at least thirty years before, and which he had himself etched and engraved, for the Liber Studiorum, although the plate was never published. Fig. 1 is a copy of the bit of the etching in question. Note how the wall winds over it, and observe especially the peculiar depression in the middle of its surface, and compare it in those parts generally with the features introduced in the later composition. Of course, this might be set down as a mere chance coincidence, but for the frequency of the cases in which Turner can be shown to have done the same thing, and to have introduced, after a lapse of many years, memories of something which, however apparently small or unimportant, had struck him in his earlier studies. These instances, when I can detect them, I shall point out as I go on engraving his works; and I think they are numerous enough to induce a doubt whether Turner's composition was not universally an arrangement of remembrances, summoned just as they were wanted, and set each in its fittest place. It is this very character which appears 28 to me to mark it as so distinctly an act of dream-vision; for in a dream there is just this kind of confused remembrance of the forms of things which we have seen long ago, associated by new and strange laws. That common dreams are grotesque and disorderly, and Turner's dream natural and orderly, does not, to my thinking, involve any necessary difference in the real species of act of mind. I think I shall be able to show, in the course of the following pages, or elsewhere, that whenever Turner really tried to compose, and made modifications of his subjects on principle, he did wrong, and spoiled them; and that he only did right in a kind of passive obedience to his first vision, that vision being composed primarily of the strong memory of the place itself which he had to draw; and secondarily, of memories of other places (whether recognized as such by himself or not I cannot tell), associated, in a harmonious and helpful way, with the new central thought.
§ 16. Now, anyone familiar with basic principles of form arrangement (which I will discuss in detail later) will notice that while the dream introduces changes affecting how the scene is expressed, it also brings about other changes that seem to adhere to established rules of composition, making the shapes broader, the lines smoother, and the curves more elegant. However, the interesting part is that these changes don’t seem to come from imagining an entirely new feature; instead, they appear to come from remembering something that fits better in that context. For example, Turner believed the bank on the right needed to be more solid and rocky to convey a stronger resistance to the stream, transforming it— as can be seen by comparing the etchings— into a sort of rock buttress instead of just a simple bank. The buttress he created closely resembles one he had drawn years earlier on the St. Gothard road at the Devil's Bridge, at least thirty years ago, which he had himself etched and engraved for the Liber Studiorum, although that plate was never published. Fig. 1 is a copy of the relevant section of the etching. Notice how the wall curves over it, and pay particular attention to the unique depression in the middle of its surface, comparing those areas with features in the later composition. Of course, this could be dismissed as mere coincidence, but the frequency of cases where Turner has done the same thing, introducing memories of seemingly small or insignificant details from his earlier studies after many years, suggests otherwise. When I can identify these examples, I will point them out as I continue to engrave his works; and I believe they are numerous enough to raise doubts about whether Turner's compositions were always arrangements of memories, summoned just when needed and placed in their most fitting positions. This characteristic makes them distinctly acts of dream-vision, as dreams often include this kind of jumbled recollection of shapes we've seen long before, linked by new and unusual connections. The fact that common dreams are often bizarre and chaotic while Turner's dreams are natural and orderly doesn't, in my view, imply any fundamental difference in the mental process itself. I believe I can demonstrate in the coming pages, or elsewhere, that whenever Turner consciously tried to compose and made deliberate changes to his subjects, he was wrong and detracted from them; conversely, he succeeded only when he passively adhered to his initial vision, which was primarily made up of the vivid memory of the place he needed to depict and secondarily, of memories of other places (whether he recognized them or not is unclear), harmoniously linked to the new central idea.
§ 17. The kind of mental chemistry by which the dream summons and associates its materials, I have already endeavored, not to explain, for it is utterly inexplicable, but to illustrate, by a well-ascertained though equally inexplicable fact in common chemistry. That illustration (§ 8. of chapter on Imaginative Association, Vol. II.) I see more and more ground to think correct. How far I could show that it held with all great inventors, I know not, but with all those whom I have carefully studied (Dante, Scott, Turner, and Tintoret) it seems to me to hold absolutely; their imagination consisting, not in a voluntary production of new images, but an involuntary remembrance, exactly at the right moment, of something they had actually seen.
§ 17. The way the mind brings together and connects its thoughts in dreams is something I’ve tried, not to explain—since it's completely beyond explanation—but to illustrate using a well-established, though equally mysterious, principle in ordinary chemistry. That illustration (§ 8. of chapter on Imaginative Association, Vol. II.) increasingly seems correct to me. I’m not sure how well I could prove that it applies to all great inventors, but for those I've closely studied (Dante, Scott, Turner, and Tintoret), it appears to be completely true; their imagination is not about consciously creating new images but rather about involuntarily recalling something they actually saw at just the right moment.
Imagine all that any of these men had seen or heard in the whole course of their lives, laid up accurately in their memories as in vast storehouses, extending, with the poets, even to the slightest intonations of syllables heard in the beginning of their lives, and, with the painters, down to the minute folds of drapery, and shapes of loaves or stones; and over all this unindexed and immeasurable mass of treasure, the imagination brooding and wandering, but dream-gifted, so as to summon at any moment exactly such groups of ideas as shall justly fit each other: this I conceive to be the real nature of the imaginative 29 mind, and this, I believe, it would be oftener explained to us as being, by the men themselves who possess it, but that they have no idea what the state of other persons' minds is in comparison; they suppose every one remembers all that he has seen in the same way, and do not understand how it happens that they alone can produce good drawings or great thoughts.
Imagine everything that any of these men has seen or heard throughout their lives, stored precisely in their memories like vast warehouses, reaching, along with the poets, to the smallest nuances of sounds they heard as children, and, with the painters, down to the tiny details of drapery and the shapes of bread or stones; and over this vast, unorganized, and immeasurable treasure, the imagination hovers and wanders, but is also dream-inspired, able to summon at any moment the exact group of ideas that fit together perfectly: this is what I believe the true nature of the imaginative mind is, and I think it would be explained to us more often by those who have it, if they weren’t unaware of how other people’s minds work in comparison; they think everyone remembers everything they’ve seen in the same way and don’t understand why only they can create good drawings or profound thoughts.
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22. Turner's Earliest "Nottingham." |
§ 18. Whether this be the case with all inventors or not, it was assuredly the case with Turner to such an extent that he seems never to have lost, or cared to disturb, the impression made upon him by any scene,—even in his earliest youth. He never seems to have gone back to a place to look at it again, but, as he gained power, to have painted and repainted it as first seen, associating with it certain new thoughts or new knowledge, but never shaking the central pillar of the old image. Several instances of this have been already given in my pamphlet on Pre-Raphaelitism; others will be noted in the course of our investigation of his works; one, merely for the sake of illustration, I will give here.
§ 18. Whether this is true for all inventors or not, it was definitely true for Turner to such a degree that he never seemed to lose or want to change the impact of any scene on him—even in his early years. He never appeared to revisit a place just to see it again, but as he gained more skill, he painted and repainted it as he initially observed it, adding certain new thoughts or new knowledge while never altering the core essence of the original image. Several examples of this have already been mentioned in my pamphlet on Pre-Raphaelitism; more will be highlighted as we examine his works. For illustration, I will share one example here.
§ 19. Plate 22 is an outline of a drawing of the town and castle of Nottingham, made by Turner for Walker's Itinerant, and engraved in that work. The engraving (from which this outline was made, as I could not discover the drawing itself) was published on the 28th of February, 1795, a period at which Turner was still working in a very childish way; and the whole design of this plate is curiously stiff and commonplace. Note, especially, the two formal little figures under the sail.
§ 19. Plate 22 is an outline of a drawing of the town and castle of Nottingham, created by Turner for Walker's Itinerant, and engraved in that work. The engraving (which this outline is based on, as I couldn't find the original drawing) was published on February 28, 1795, a time when Turner was still working in a very naive style; and the entire design of this plate comes across as rather stiff and ordinary. Pay attention, especially, to the two rigid little figures under the sail.
In the year 1833, an engraving of Nottingham, from a drawing by Turner, was published by Moon, Boys, and Graves, in the England and Wales series. Turner certainly made none of the drawings for that series long before they were wanted; and if, therefore, we suppose the drawing to have been made so much as three years before the publication of the plate, it will be setting the date of it as far back as is in the slightest degree probable. We may assume therefore (and the conclusion is sufficiently established, also, by the style of the execution), that there was an interval of at least thirty-five years between the making of those two drawings,—thirty-five years, in the course of which Turner had become, from an unpractised and feeble draughtsman, the most accomplished artist of his age, and had 30 entirely changed his methods of work and his habits of feeling.
In 1833, an engraving of Nottingham, based on a drawing by Turner, was published by Moon, Boys, and Graves in the England and Wales series. Turner definitely didn’t create any of the drawings for that series long before they were needed; so if we assume the drawing was made as much as three years before the engraving was published, that would be the farthest back we could reasonably place it. Therefore, we can conclude (and this is also supported by the style of the work) that there was an interval of at least thirty-five years between the creation of those two drawings—thirty-five years during which Turner evolved from an inexperienced and weak draughtsman into the most skilled artist of his time, completely changing his working methods and his overall approach. 30
§ 20. On the page opposite to the etching of the first, I have given an etching of the last Nottingham. The one will be found to be merely the amplification and adornment of the other. Every incident is preserved; even the men employed about the log of wood are there, only now removed far away (beyond the lock on the right, between it and the town), and so lost in mist that, though made out by color in the drawing, they cannot be made clear in the outline etching. The canal bridge and even the stiff mast are both retained; only another boat is added, and the sail dropped upon the higher mast is hoisted on the lower one; and the castle, to get rid of its formality, is moved a little to the left, so as to hide one side. But, evidently, no new sketch has been made. The painter has returned affectionately to his boyish impression, and worked it out with his manly power.
§ 20. On the page opposite the etching of the first, I've included an etching of the last Nottingham. You'll see that one is just a more detailed and embellished version of the other. Every detail is captured; even the workers around the log are present, but now they're set far back (beyond the lock on the right, between it and the town) and blurred in the mist, so while they can be distinguished by color in the drawing, they aren't clear in the outline etching. The canal bridge and even the rigid mast are included; only a different boat is added, and the sail that was dropped on the higher mast is now raised on the lower one; plus, to make the castle less formal, it has been shifted slightly to the left to obscure one side. But clearly, no new sketch has been created. The artist has lovingly revisited his youthful impression and developed it with his mature skill.
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23. Turner's Latest "Nottingham." |
§ 21. How far this manly power itself acted merely in the accumulation of memories, remains, as I said, a question undetermined; but at all events, Turner's mind is not more, in my estimation, distinguished above others by its demonstrably arranging and ruling faculties, than by its demonstrably retentive and submissive faculties; and the longer I investigate it, the more this tenderness of perception and grasp of memory seem to me the root of its greatness. So that I am more and more convinced of what I had to state respecting the imagination, now many years ago, viz., that its true force lies in its marvellous insight and foresight—that it is, instead of a false and deceptive faculty, exactly the most accurate and truth-telling faculty which the human mind possesses; and all the more truth-telling, because, in its work, the vanity and individualism of the man himself are crushed, and he becomes a mere instrument or mirror, used by a higher power for the reflection to others of a truth which no effort of his could ever have ascertained; so that all mathematical, and arithmetical, and generally scientific truth, is, in comparison, truth of the husk and surface, hard and shallow; and only the imaginative truth is precious. Hence, whenever we want to know what are the chief facts of any case, it is better not to go to political economists, nor to 31 mathematicians, but to the great poets; for I find they always see more of the matter than any one else: and in like manner those who want to know the real facts of the world's outside aspect, will find that they cannot trust maps, nor charts, nor any manner of mensuration; the most important facts being always quite immeasurable, and that (with only some occasional and trifling inconvenience, if they form too definite anticipations as to the position of a bridge here, or a road there) the Turnerian topography is the only one to be trusted.
§ 21. How much this strong power acted solely in gathering memories remains, as I mentioned, an unanswered question; but in any case, I don't believe Turner's mind is more distinguished than others for its ability to organize and control, but rather for its impressive memory and receptiveness. The more I explore it, the more I see that this sensitivity and memory are at the root of its greatness. Therefore, I am increasingly convinced of what I stated about imagination many years ago, namely, that its true strength lies in its incredible insight and foresight—it is not a false or deceptive ability, but rather the most accurate and truthful faculty the human mind possesses. It is even more truthful because, in its work, the vanity and individualism of the person are set aside, allowing them to become just an instrument or mirror, used by a higher power to reflect truths that they could never have discovered on their own. Thus, all mathematical, arithmetical, and generally scientific truths are, in comparison, mere surface-level truths—hard and shallow—while only imaginative truth holds real value. Hence, whenever we seek to understand the key facts of any situation, it’s better to turn not to political economists or mathematicians, but to the great poets; I find they always grasp more of the essence than anyone else. Similarly, those wanting to understand the true nature of the world's external appearance will realize that they can't rely on maps, charts, or any form of measurement; the most crucial facts are always immeasurable, and (aside from minor inconveniences if they make overly specific predictions about the location of a bridge or road) the Turner-esque view of the world is the only one worth trusting.
§ 22. One or two important corollaries may be drawn from these principles, respecting the kind of fidelity which is to be exacted from men who have no imaginative power. It has been stated, over and over again, that it is not possible to draw the whole of nature, as in a mirror. Certain omissions must be made, and certain conventionalities admitted, in all art. Now it ought to be the instinctive affection of each painter which guides him to the omissions he is to make, or signs he is to use; and his choice of this or the other fact for representation, his insistence upon this or the other character in his subject, as that which to him is impressive, constitutes, when it is earnest and simple, part of the value of his work. This is the only inspiration he is capable of, but it is a kind of inspiration still; and although he may not have the memory or the associative power which would enable him to compose a subject in the Turnerian manner, he may have certain affections, perfectly expressible in his work, and of which he ought to allow the influence to be seen.11
§ 22. One or two key points can be drawn from these principles regarding the kind of fidelity expected from those who lack imaginative power. It has been said repeatedly that it is not possible to capture all of nature as if in a mirror. Some omissions must be made, and certain conventions accepted, in all art. Each painter’s instinctive affection should guide him in deciding which omissions to make or which signs to use; his choice of one detail over another to depict, and his emphasis on certain characteristics in his subject that he finds striking, forms part of the value of his work when it is sincere and straightforward. This is the only kind of inspiration available to him, but it is still a form of inspiration; and even if he may not have the memory or associative ability to compose a subject in the Turnerian style, he can possess certain affections that can be clearly expressed in his work, and he should let that influence show.11
§ 23. And this may especially be permitted in rapid sketching of effects or scenes which, either in their speedy passing away, or for want of time, it is impossible to draw faithfully. Generally, if leisure permit, the detailed drawing of the object will be grander than any "impression on the mind" of an unimaginative person; but if leisure do not permit, a rapid sketch, 32 marking forcibly the points that strike him, may often have considerable interest in its way. The other day I sketched the towers of the Swiss Fribourg hastily from the Hôtel de Zahringen. It was a misty morning with broken sunshine, and the towers were seen by flickering light through broken clouds,—dark blue mist filling the hollow of the valley behind them. I have engraved the sketch on the opposite page, adding a few details, and exaggerating the exaggerations; for in drawing from nature, even at speed, I am not in the habit of exaggerating enough to illustrate what I mean. The next day, on a clear and calm forenoon, I daguerreotyped the towers, with the result given on the next plate (25 Fig. 2); and this unexaggerated statement, with its details properly painted, would not only be the more right, but infinitely the grander of the two. But the first sketch nevertheless conveys, in some respects, a truer idea of Fribourg than any other, and has, therefore, a certain use. For instance, the wall going up behind the main tower is seen in my drawing to bend very distinctly, following the different slopes of the hill. In the daguerreotype this bend is hardly perceptible. And yet the notablest thing in the town of Fribourg is, that all its walls have got flexible spines, and creep up and down the precipices more in the manner of cats than walls; and there is a general sense of height, strength and grace, about its belts of tower and rampart, which clings even to every separate and less graceful piece of them when seen on the spot; so that the hasty sketch, expressing this, has a certain veracity wanting altogether in the daguerreotype.
§ 23. This can particularly be allowed in quick sketches of effects or scenes that, due to their fleeting nature or lack of time, can’t be drawn accurately. Generally, if there's time, a detailed drawing of the subject will be more impressive than any "impression on the mind" of a less imaginative person; however, if time is short, a quick sketch that emphasizes the striking features can often be quite interesting in its own way. The other day, I hurriedly sketched the towers of Swiss Fribourg from the Hôtel de Zahringen. It was a misty morning with patches of sunlight, and the towers appeared as flickering lights through broken clouds, with dark blue mist filling the valley behind them. I've engraved the sketch on the opposite page, adding a few details and amplifying the features; when I draw from nature, even quickly, I don't usually exaggerate enough to express what I mean. The next day, on a clear and calm morning, I took a daguerreotype of the towers, with the result shown on the next plate (25 Fig. 2); this unembellished version, with its details properly rendered, would not only be more accurate but also infinitely grander than the first. Still, the initial sketch conveys, in some ways, a truer representation of Fribourg than any other, and therefore has its own value. For example, in my drawing, the wall rising behind the main tower is distinctly shown bending with the slope of the hill. In the daguerreotype, this bend is hardly noticeable. Yet the most remarkable aspect of Fribourg is that all its walls have flexible spines and rise and fall the way cats do rather than how walls would; there's an overall sense of height, strength, and elegance about its towers and ramparts, which sticks to each separate and less graceful piece when seen in person; so the quick sketch that captures this quality has a certain truthfulness that's completely missing in the daguerreotype.
Nay, sometimes, even in the most accurate and finished topography, a slight exaggeration may be permitted; for many of the most important facts in nature are so subtle, that they must be slightly exaggerated, in order to be made noticeable when they are translated into the comparatively clumsy lines of even the best drawing,12 and removed from the associating circumstances which enhanced their influence, or directed attention to them, in nature.
Sure, here is the modernized paragraph: No, sometimes, even in the most precise and detailed maps, a little exaggeration can be allowed; because many of the most significant features in nature are so subtle that they need to be slightly exaggerated to become noticeable when translated into the comparatively clumsy lines of even the best drawing, 12 and separated from the surrounding elements that heightened their impact or drew attention to them in nature.
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J. Ruskin. | J. C. Armytage. |
24. The Towers of Fribourg. |
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§ 24. Still, in all these cases, the more unconscious the 33 draughtsman is of the changes he is making, the better. Love will then do its own proper work; and the only true test of good or bad is, ultimately, strength of affection. For it does not matter with what wise purposes, or on what wise principles, the thing is drawn; if it be not drawn for love of it, it will never be right; and if it be drawn for love of it, it will never be wrong—love's misrepresentation being truer than the most mathematical presentation. And although all the reasonings about right and wrong, through which we have been led in this chapter, could never be brought to bear on the work at the moment of doing it, yet this test of right holds always;—if the artist is in any wise modifying or methodizing to exhibit himself and his dexterity, his work will, in that precise degree, be abortive; and if he is working with hearty love of the place, earnest desire to be faithful to it, and yet an open heart for every fancy that Heaven sends him, in that precise degree his work will be great and good.
§ 24. Still, in all these cases, the less aware the draughtsman is of the changes he’s making, the better. Love will then do its own proper work, and the only true measure of good or bad is, ultimately, the strength of affection. It doesn't matter how wise the intentions or principles behind the work are; if it’s not created out of love for it, it will never be right. Conversely, if it's made with love, it will never be wrong—love's interpretation is truer than the most precise representation. Although all the reasoning about right and wrong we've examined in this chapter can't directly influence the work while it's happening, this measure of right always applies: if the artist is trying to show off or showcase his skills, his work will inevitably fall short. However, if he approaches it with genuine love for the subject, a sincere desire to remain true to it, and an open heart to every inspiration that comes his way, then his work will be significant and meaningful.
8 Observe, what was said in the second volume respecting the spirit of choice as evil, refers only to young students, and to that choice which assumes that any common subject is not good enough, nor interesting enough, to be studied. But, though all is good for study, and all is beautiful, some is better than the rest for the help and pleasure of others; and this it is our duty always to choose, if we have opportunity, being quite happy with what is within our reach, if we have not.
8 Notice that what was mentioned in the second volume about the spirit of choice as something negative applies only to young students and to the kind of choice that suggests no common subject is good enough or interesting enough to study. However, while everything is good and beautiful for study, some subjects are better than others for helping and pleasing others; it is our responsibility to always choose those, if we have the chance, while being content with what we can access if we don't.
9 "Couloir" is a good untranslateable Savoyard word, for a place down which stones and water fall in storms; it is perhaps deserving of naturalization.
9 "Couloir" is a great untranslatable Savoyard term for a place where stones and water cascade during storms; it might be worth adopting into our vocabulary.
10 I have just said, § 12, that if, quitting hold of this original impression, the artist tries to compose something prettier than he saw, it is all over with him; but, retaining the first impression, he will, nevertheless, if he has invention, instinctively modify many lines and parts of it—possibly all parts of it—for the better; sometimes making them individually more pictorial, sometimes preventing them from interfering with each other's beauty. For almost all natural landscapes are redundant treasures of more or less confused beauty, out of which the human instinct of invention can by just choice arrange, not a better treasure, but one more fitted to human sight and emotion, infinitely narrower, infinitely less lovely in detail, but having this great virtue, that there shall be absolutely nothing which does not contribute to the effect of the whole; whereas in the natural landscape there is a redundancy which impresses only as redundance, and often an occurrence of marring features; not of ugliness only, but of ugliness in the wrong place. Ugliness has its proper virtue and use; but ugliness occurring at the wrong time (as if the negro servant, instead of standing behind the king, in Tintoret's picture, were to thrust his head in front of the noble features of his master) is justly to be disliked and withdrawn.
10 I just mentioned, § 12, that if the artist, letting go of this initial impression, tries to create something more attractive than what he originally observed, he's done for; however, by keeping that first impression, he will, if he has creativity, instinctively change many aspects of it—perhaps all of it—for the better; sometimes making individual elements more visually appealing, and sometimes ensuring they don't clash with each other's beauty. Almost all natural landscapes are overflowing with complicated beauty, from which the human creative instinct can choose to arrange—not a better treasure, but one that is more suitable for human perception and emotion, infinitely narrower, and much less lovely in detail, but with the significant advantage that everything contributes to the overall effect; whereas in the natural landscape, there's often an excess that feels excessive, and sometimes elements that damage the scene; not just ugliness but ugliness in the wrong place. Ugliness has its own value and purpose; but ugliness appearing at the wrong moment (like if the Black servant, instead of standing behind the king in Tintoretto's painting, were to stick his head in front of the noble features of his master) is rightly disliked and should be removed.
"Why, this," exclaims the idealist, "is what I have always been saying, and you have always been denying." No; I never denied this. But I denied that painters in general, when they spoke of improving Nature, knew what Nature was. Observe: before they dare as much as to dream of arranging her, they must be able to paint her as she is; nor will the most skilful arrangement ever atone for the slightest wilful failure in truth of representation; and I am continually declaiming against arrangement, not because arrangement is wrong, but because our present painters have for the most part nothing to arrange. They cannot so much as paint a weed or a post accurately; and yet they pretend to improve the forests and mountains.
"Why, this," shouts the idealist, "is exactly what I have always said, and you have always denied." No; I never denied this. But I denied that painters in general, when they talked about improving Nature, really understood what Nature was. Look: before they even think about arranging her, they need to be able to paint her as she is; and no matter how skilled the arrangement, it can’t make up for even the smallest intentional failure in accurately representing reality. I'm always arguing against arrangement, not because it's wrong, but because most of today’s painters have very little to arrange. They can’t even paint a weed or a post accurately; yet they claim to improve the forests and mountains.
11 For instance, even in my topographical etching, Plate 20, I have given only a few lines of the thousands which existed in the scene. Those lines are what I considered the leading ones. Another person might have thought other lines the leading ones, and his representation might be equally true as far as it went; but which of our representations went furthest would depend on our relative degrees of knowledge and feeling about hills.
11 For example, even in my landscape sketch, Plate 20, I've included just a few lines out of the thousands that were in the scene. These lines are what I saw as the main ones. Someone else might have chosen different lines as the main ones, and their portrayal could be just as valid to a certain extent; but which of our portrayals captured more would depend on how much we each understood and felt about hills.
12 Or the best photograph. The question of the exact relation of value between photography and good topographical drawing, I hope to examine in another place.
12 Or the best photograph. I intend to explore the precise relationship of value between photography and quality topographical drawing in a different discussion.
CHAPTER III.
OF TURNERIAN LIGHT.
§ 1. Having in the preceding chapter seen the grounds on which to explain and justify Turner's choice of facts, we proceed to examine finally those modes of representing them introduced by him;—modes so utterly at variance with the received doctrines on the subject of art, as to cause his works to be regarded with contempt, or severe blame, by all reputed judges, at the period of their first appearance. And, chiefly, I must confirm and farther illustrate the general statements made respecting light and shade in the chapters on Truth of Tone,13 and on Infinity,14 deduced from the great fact (§ 5. chapter on Truth of Tone) that "nature surpasses us in power of obtaining light as much as the sun surpasses white paper." I found that this part of the book was not well understood, because people in general have no idea how much the sun does surpass white paper. In order to know this practically, let the reader take a piece of pure white drawing-paper, and place it in the position in which a drawing is usually seen. This is, properly, upright (all drawings being supposed to be made on vertical planes), as a picture is seen on a room wall. Also, the usual place in which paintings or drawings are seen is at some distance from a window, with a gentle side light falling upon them, front lights being unfavorable to nearly all drawing. Therefore the highest light an artist can ordinarily command for his work is that of white paint, or paper, under a gentle side light.15 But if we wished to get as much light as possible, and to place the artist under the most favorable circumstances, we should take the drawing near the window. Put therefore your white paper upright, and take it 35 to the window. Let ac, cd, be two sides of your room, with a window at bb. Under ordinary circumstances your picture would be hung at e, or in some such position on the wall cd. First, therefore, put your paper upright at e, and then bring it gradually to the window, in the successive positions f, g, and (opening the window) finally at p. You will notice that as you come nearer the window the light gradually increases on the paper; so that in the position at p it is far better lighted than it was at e. If, however, the sun actually falls upon it at p, the experiment is unfair, for the picture is not meant to be seen in sunshine, and your object is to compare pure white paper, as ordinarily used, with sunshine. So either take a time when the sun does not shine at all, or does not shine in the window where the experiment is to be tried; or else keep the paper so far within the window that the sun may not touch it. Then the experiment is perfectly fair, and you will find that you have the paper at p in full, serene, pictorial light, of the best kind, and highest attainable power.
§ 1. Having in the previous chapter discussed the reasons behind Turner's choice of facts, we now move on to explore his methods of representing them; methods that are completely different from the accepted theories about art, leading to his works being dismissed or harshly criticized by all the established critics when they first came out. Primarily, I must support and further explain the general points made about light and shade in the chapters on Truth of Tone, 13 and on Infinity, 14 drawn from the key fact (§ 5. chapter on Truth of Tone) that "nature outshines us in its ability to produce light as much as the sun surpasses white paper." I found that this part of the book was not well understood because most people don’t realize how much the sun does outshine white paper. To understand this practically, I recommend the reader take a piece of pure white drawing paper and position it as you would typically view a drawing. This means it should be upright (since all drawings are assumed to be created on vertical surfaces), just like a picture on a wall. Additionally, the usual spot for paintings or drawings is some distance away from a window, with soft side light coming in, as direct front light is generally unfavorable for most drawing. Therefore, the brightest light an artist usually has for their work is that of white paint or paper under gentle side light.15 However, if we want to maximize the light received and put the artist in the best possible conditions, we should take the drawing closer to the window. So, hold your white paper upright and bring it to the window. Let ac, cd represent two walls of your room, with a window at bb. Under normal conditions, your picture would hang at e, or somewhere similar on the wall cd. First, place your paper upright at e, and then slowly move it toward the window in the positions f, g, and (while opening the window) finally at p. You’ll notice that as you approach the window, the light gradually increases on the paper, so that at position p it is much better lit than it was at e. If, however, direct sunlight hits it at p, the experiment is not valid because the picture is not intended to be viewed in sunlight, and your aim is to compare pure white paper, as typically used, with sunlight. Therefore, either do this when the sun isn’t shining at all, or isn’t shining through the window where you’re conducting the experiment; or keep the paper positioned far enough inside the window so that the sunlight doesn’t touch it. Then the experiment is completely fair, and you will find that at p, you have the paper in full, calm, pictorial light, of the best quality and highest possible intensity.
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§ 2. Now, leaning a little over the window sill, bring the edge of the paper at p against the sky, rather low down on the horizon (I suppose you choose a fine day for the experiment, that the sun is high, and the sky clear blue, down to the horizon). The moment you bring your white paper against the sky you will be startled to find this bright white paper suddenly appear in shade. You will draw it back, thinking you have changed its position. But no; the paper is not in shade. It is as bright as ever it was; brighter than under ordinary circumstances it ever can be. But, behold, the blue sky of the horizon is far brighter. The one is indeed blue, and the other white, but the white is darkest,16 and by a great deal. And you will, 36 though perhaps not for the first time in your life, perceive that though black is not easily proved to be white, white, may, under certain circumstances, be very nearly proved black, or at all events brown.
§ 2. Now, leaning slightly over the window sill, hold the edge of the paper at p against the sky, fairly low on the horizon (I assume you picked a clear day for this experiment, with the sun high and the sky bright blue all the way down to the horizon). The moment you bring your white paper against the sky, you’ll be surprised to see that this bright white paper suddenly looks shadowed. You might pull it back, thinking you've moved it. But no; the paper isn't in the shade. It's just as bright as ever, even brighter than it usually is. But, look, the blue sky at the horizon is so much brighter. One is definitely blue, and the other is white, but the white looks darkest, 16 and by a large margin. And you will, 36 though maybe not for the first time in your life, realize that while it's hard to prove black is white, white can, in certain situations, almost seem to be black or at least brown.
§ 3. When this fact is first show to them, the general feeling with most people is, that, by being brought against the sky, the white paper is somehow or other brought "into shade." But this is not so; the paper remains exactly as it was; it is only compared with an actually brighter hue, and looks darker by comparison. The circumstances are precisely like those which affect our sensations of heat and cold. If, when by chance we have one hand warm, and another cold, we feel, with each hand, water warmed to an intermediate degree, we shall first declare the water to be cold, and then to be warm; but the water has a definite heat wholly independent of our sensations, and accurately ascertainable by a thermometer. So it is with light and shade. Looking from the bright sky to the white paper, we affirm the white paper to be "in shade,"—that is, it produces on us a sensation of darkness, by comparison. But the hue of the paper, and that of the sky, are just as fixed as temperatures are; and the sky is actually a brighter thing than white paper, by a certain number of degrees of light, scientifically determinable. In the same way, every other color, or force of color, is a fixed thing, not dependent on sensation, but numerically representable with as much exactitude as a degree of heat by a thermometer. And of these hues, that of open sky is one not producible by human art. The sky is not blue color merely,—it is blue fire, and cannot be painted.
§ 3. When this fact is first shown to them, most people generally feel that when white paper is placed against the sky, it somehow becomes "shaded." But that's not true; the paper stays exactly the same; it's just being compared to something that's actually brighter, making it appear darker by comparison. The situation is similar to how we perceive heat and cold. If we happen to have one hand warm and the other cold, and we dip both hands in water that's warmed to a middle temperature, we'll first say the water feels cold and then warm; however, the water has a definite temperature that doesn't depend on our feelings, and we can measure it accurately with a thermometer. The same principle applies to light and shade. When looking from the bright sky to the white paper, we claim the white paper is "in shade," meaning it gives us a sensation of darkness in comparison. But the color of the paper and the color of the sky are just as fixed as temperature readings; the sky is actually brighter than white paper by a measurable amount of light, which can be scientifically determined. In the same way, every other color or intensity of color is a fixed entity, not reliant on our sensations, and can be represented with the same precision as a temperature reading on a thermometer. Among these colors, the color of the open sky is one that cannot be created by human artistry. The sky is not simply blue color—it's blue light, and it cannot be painted.
§ 4. Next, observe, this blue fire has in it white fire; that is, it has white clouds, as much brighter than itself as it is brighter than the white paper. So, then, above this azure light, we have another equally exalted step of white light. Supposing the value of the light of the pure white paper represented by the number 10, then that of the blue sky will be (approximately) about 20, and of the white clouds 30.
§ 4. Next, notice that this blue fire contains white fire; that is, it has white clouds that are much brighter than itself, just as it is brighter than the white paper. So, above this blue light, we have another equally elevated level of white light. If we consider the brightness of the pure white paper to be 10, then the brightness of the blue sky would be (approximately) around 20, and of the white clouds 30.
But look at the white clouds carefully, and it will be seen they are not all of the same white; parts of them are quite grey compared with other parts, and they are as full of passages of light and shade as if they were of solid earth. Nevertheless, 37 their most deeply shaded part is that already so much lighter than the blue sky, which has brought us up to our number 30, and all these high lights of white are some 10 degrees above that, or, to white paper, as 40 to 10. And now if you look from the blue sky and white clouds towards the sun, you will find that this cloud white, which is four times as white as white paper, is quite dark and lightless compared with those silver clouds that burn nearer the sun itself, which you cannot gaze upon,—an infinite of brightness. How will you estimate that?
But if you take a closer look at the white clouds, you'll see they're not all the same shade of white; some parts are quite gray compared to others, and they're filled with light and shadow just like solid ground. Still, 37 the darkest areas are already much lighter than the blue sky, which brings us to number 30, and all these bright spots of white are about 10 degrees brighter than that, or, in comparison to white paper, as 40 to 10. Now, if you look from the blue sky and white clouds towards the sun, you'll notice that this cloud white, which is four times as white as white paper, appears quite dark and lacking light compared to those silver clouds that shine brighter near the sun, which you can’t look at directly—an endless brightness. How would you measure that?
And yet to express all this, we have but our poor white paper after all. We must not talk too proudly of our "truths" of art; I am afraid we shall have to let a good deal of black fallacy into it, at the best.
And yet to convey all this, we have only our plain white paper. We shouldn't speak too highly of our "truths" in art; I'm afraid we'll have to let a lot of falsehood seep into it, at best.
§ 5. Well, of the sun, and of the silver clouds, we will not talk for the present. But this principal fact we have learned by our experiment with the white paper, that, taken all in all, the calm sky, with such light and shade as are in it, is brighter than the earth; brighter than the whitest thing on earth which has not, at the moment of comparison, heaven's own direct light on it. Which fact it is generally one of the first objects of noble painters to render. I have already marked one part of their aim in doing so, namely, the expression of infinity; but the opposing of heavenly light to earth-darkness is another most important one; and of all ways of rendering a picture generally impressive (see especially § 12. of the chapter just referred to), this is the simplest and surest. Make the sky calm and luminous, and raise against it dark trees, mountains, or towers, or any other substantial and terrestrial thing, in bold outline, and the mind accepts the assertion of this great and solemn truth with thankfulness.
§ 5. Well, let's not talk about the sun and the silver clouds for now. But we have learned an important fact from our experiment with the white paper: overall, the calm sky, with its light and shade, is brighter than the earth; brighter than the whitest thing on earth that isn’t directly lit by heaven's light at the moment of comparison. This is generally one of the main goals of great painters. I've already noted one reason for this, which is to convey a sense of infinity; but contrasting heavenly light with earthly darkness is another very important purpose. Of all the ways to make a painting impactful (see especially § 12 of the chapter just mentioned), this is the simplest and most effective. Make the sky calm and luminous, and place against it dark trees, mountains, towers, or any other solid earthly elements with a strong outline, and the mind gratefully accepts the affirmation of this great and profound truth.
§ 6. But this may be done either nobly or basely, as any other solemn truth may be asserted. It may be spoken with true feeling of all that it means; or it may be declared, as a Turk declares that "God is great," when he means only that he himself is lazy. The "heaven is bright," of many vulgar painters, has precisely the same amount of signification; it means that they know nothing—will do nothing—are without thought—without care—without passion. They will not walk the earth, nor watch the ways of it, nor gather the flowers of it. 38 They will sit in the shade, and only assert that very perceptible, long-ascertained fact, "heaven is bright." And as it may be asserted basely, so it may be accepted basely. Many of our capacities for receiving noblest emotion are abused, in mere idleness, for pleasure's sake, and people take the excitement of a solemn sensation as they do that of a strong drink. Thus the abandoned court of Louis XIV. had on fast days its sacred concerts, doubtless entering in some degree into the religious expression of the music, and thus idle and frivolous women at the present day will weep at an oratorio. So the sublimest effects of landscape may be sought through mere indolence; and even those who are not ignorant, or dull, judge often erroneously of such effects of art, because their very openness to all pleasant and sacred association instantly colors whatever they see, so that, give them but the feeblest shadow of a thing they love, they are instantly touched by it to the heart, and mistake their own pleasurable feeling for the result of the painter's power. Thus when, by spotting and splashing, such a painter as Constable reminds them somewhat of wet grass and green leaves, forthwith they fancy themselves in all the happiness of a meadow walk; and when Gaspar Poussin throws out his yellow horizon with black hills, forthwith they are touched as by the solemnity of a real Italian twilight, altogether forgetting that wet grass and twilight do not constitute the universe; and prevented by their joy at being pleasantly cool, or gravely warm, from seeking any of those more precious truths which cannot be caught by momentary sensation, but must be thoughtfully pursued.
§ 6. But this can be done either nobly or poorly, just like any other serious truth can be stated. It may be expressed with genuine feeling about what it truly means; or it may be declared, like a Turk says "God is great," when he really just means he’s lazy. The "heaven is bright" of many ordinary painters carries the same level of meaning; it shows that they know nothing—will do nothing—are thoughtless—careless—passionless. They won’t walk the earth, observe its ways, or pick its flowers. 38 They will sit in the shade and simply assert that well-known, long-established fact, "heaven is bright." Just as it can be asserted poorly, it can also be accepted poorly. Many of our abilities to feel the noblest emotions are misused in mere idleness, for the sake of pleasure, and people take the thrill of a solemn sensation just like they would enjoy a strong drink. Thus, the dissolute court of Louis XIV. had its sacred concerts on fasting days, likely engaging with some aspect of the religious expression in the music, and similarly, today’s idle and frivolous women will weep during an oratorio. The most sublime effects of nature can also be pursued through mere laziness; and even those who aren’t ignorant or dull often misjudge such effects of art because their very openness to all pleasant and sacred associations instantly colors whatever they see. So, if they are given even the faintest shadow of something they love, they are easily moved and mistakenly think their own pleasurable feeling is a result of the painter's skill. Thus, when a painter like Constable evokes thoughts of wet grass and green leaves through splashes and splotches, they imagine themselves experiencing the joy of a meadow walk. And when Gaspar Poussin presents a yellow horizon against black hills, they feel the solemnity of a genuine Italian twilight, entirely forgetting that wet grass and twilight do not define the universe; and their delight in being comfortably cool or satisfyingly warm distracts them from pursuing those deeper truths that can’t be grasped through fleeting sensations but must be sought thoughtfully.
§ 7. I say "more precious," for the simple fact that the sky is brighter than the earth is not a precious truth unless the earth itself be first understood. Despise the earth, or slander it; fix your eyes on its gloom, and forget its loveliness; and we do not thank you for your languid or despairing perception of brightness in heaven. But rise up actively on the earth,—learn what there is in it, know its color and form, and the full measure and make of it, and if after that you can say "heaven is bright," it will be a precious truth, but not till then. Giovanni Bellini knows the earth well, paints it to the full, and to the smallest fig-leaf and falling flower,—blue hill and white-walled 39 city,—glittering robe and golden hair; to each he will give its lustre and loveliness; and then, so far as with his poor human lips he may declare it, far beyond all these, he proclaims that "heaven is bright." But Gaspar, and such other landscapists, painting all Nature's flowery ground as one barrenness, and all her fair foliage as one blackness, and all her exquisite forms as one bluntness; when, in this sluggard gloom and sullen treachery of heart, they mutter their miserable attestation to what others had long ago discerned for them,—the sky's brightness,—we do not thank them; or thank them only in so far as, even in uttering this last remnant of truth, they are more commendable than those who have sunk from apathy to atheism, and declare, in their dark and hopeless backgrounds, that heaven is NOT bright.
§ 7. I say "more precious," because the fact that the sky is brighter than the earth is not a valuable truth unless we first understand the earth itself. If you disdain the earth or speak ill of it; if you focus only on its darkness and ignore its beauty; then we don't appreciate your lackluster or despairing view of the brightness above. But if you actively engage with the earth—discover what it has to offer, understand its colors and shapes, its full extent and form—and only then can you say "heaven is bright," it will be a precious truth, but not until then. Giovanni Bellini knows the earth well; he captures it in its entirety, down to the smallest fig leaf and falling flower—blue hills and white-walled 39 cities—radiant robes and golden hair; he gives each part its glow and beauty; and then, as far as he can express it with his limited human voice, he proclaims that "heaven is bright." But Gaspar and similar landscape artists, who depict all of nature's vibrant ground as barren, all its beautiful foliage as dark, and all its exquisite forms as dull; when, in their sluggish gloom and sullen attitudes, they mutter their miserable acknowledgment of what others have long recognized for them—the sky's brightness—we do not appreciate them; or we only appreciate them to the extent that, even in stating this last sliver of truth, they are more praiseworthy than those who have sunk from indifference to disbelief and assert, in their dark and hopeless settings, that heaven is NOT bright.
§ 8. Let us next ascertain what are the colors of the earth itself.
§ 8. Let's find out what the colors of the earth are.
A mountain five or six miles off, in a sunny summer morning in Switzerland, will commonly present itself in some such pitch of dark force, as related to the sky, as that shown in Fig. 4. Plate 25, while the sky itself will still, if there are white clouds in it, tell as a clear dark, throwing out those white clouds in vigorous relief of light; yet, conduct the experiment of the white paper as already described, and you will, in all probability, find that the darkest part of the mountain—its most vigorous nook of almost black-looking shadow—is whiter than the paper.
A mountain five or six miles away, on a sunny summer morning in Switzerland, often appears in a dark and imposing way against the sky, similar to what is depicted in Fig. 4. Plate 25. Meanwhile, the sky itself, if there are white clouds present, shows a deep darkness that accentuates those clouds in bright detail. However, if you do the experiment with the white paper as mentioned before, you'll likely discover that the darkest part of the mountain—its deepest, almost black-looking shadow—is actually whiter than the paper.
The figure given represents the apparent color17 of the top of the Aiguille Bouchard (the mountain which is seen from the village of Chamouni, on the other side of the Glacier des Bois), distant, by Forbes's map, a furlong or two less than four miles in a direct line from the point of observation. The observation was made on a warm sunny morning, about eleven o'clock, the sky clear blue; the mountain seen against it, its shadows grey purple, and its sunlit parts greenish. Then the darkest part of the mountain was lighter than pure white paper, held upright in full light at the window, parallel to the direction in which the 40 light entered. And it will thus generally be found impossible to represent, in any of its true colors, scenery distant more than two or three miles, in full daylight. The deepest shadows are whiter than white paper.
The figure shown represents the apparent color17 of the top of Aiguille Bouchard (the mountain visible from the village of Chamouni, on the other side of the Glacier des Bois), which is about a furlong or two less than four miles away in a straight line from our viewpoint, according to Forbes's map. The observation took place on a warm sunny morning around eleven o'clock, with a clear blue sky; the mountain was seen against it, its shadows appearing grey-purple and its sunlit areas looking greenish. Interestingly, the darkest part of the mountain was lighter than pure white paper held upright in full light at the window, aligned with the direction of the incoming light. As a result, it’s generally found to be impossible to accurately represent, in any of its true colors, scenery that is more than two or three miles away in bright daylight. The deepest shadows appear whiter than white paper.
§ 9. As, however, we pass to nearer objects, true representation gradually becomes possible;—to what degree is always of course ascertainable accurately by the same mode of experiment. Bring the edge of the paper against the thing to be drawn, and on that edge—as precisely as a lady would match the colors of two pieces of a dress—match the color of the landscape (with a little opaque white mixed in the tints you use, so as to render it easy to lighten or darken them). Take care not to imitate the tint as you believe it to be, but accurately as it is; so that the colored edge of the paper shall not be discernible from the color of the landscape. You will then find (if before inexperienced) that shadows of trees, which you thought were dark green or black, are pale violets and purples; that lights, which you thought were green, are intensely yellow, brown, or golden, and most of them far too bright to be matched at all. When you have got all the imitable hues truly matched, sketch the masses of the landscape out completely in those true and ascertained colors; and you will find, to your amazement, that you have painted it in the colors of Turner,—in those very colors which perhaps you have been laughing at all your life,—the fact being that he, and he alone, of all men, ever painted Nature in her own colors.
§ 9. However, as we move to closer objects, accurate representation gradually becomes achievable; the exact degree can always be determined through the same experimental method. Bring the edge of the paper against the object you're drawing and, just as a lady would match the colors of two pieces of fabric, match the color of the landscape (with a little opaque white mixed into the tints you use, making it easier to lighten or darken them). Make sure not to imitate the tint as you think it is, but match it exactly as it appears, so that the colored edge of the paper blends in with the color of the landscape. You'll then discover (if you're inexperienced) that the shadows of trees, which you assumed were dark green or black, are actually light violets and purples; that the highlights, which you thought were green, are actually bright yellow, brown, or golden, and most of them are too bright to match at all. Once you've accurately matched all the colors you can imitate, sketch the shapes of the landscape completely in those true and verified colors; and you'll be amazed to find that you have painted it in the colors of Turner—those very colors you may have laughed at throughout your life—the fact being that he, and he alone, of all people, ever painted Nature in her true colors.
§ 10. "Well, but," you will answer, impatiently, "how is it, if they are the true colors, that they look so unnatural?"
§ 10. "Well, but," you'll respond, impatiently, "if those are the real colors, why do they look so unnatural?"
Because they are not shown in true contrast to the sky, and to other high lights. Nature paints her shadows in pale purple, and then raises her lights of heaven and sunshine to such height that the pale purple becomes, by comparison, a vigorous dark. But poor Turner has no sun at his command to oppose his pale colors. He follows Nature submissively as far as he can; puts pale purple where she does, bright gold where she does; and then when, on the summit of the slope of light, she opens her wings and quits the earth altogether, burning into ineffable sunshine, what can he do but sit helpless, stretching his 41 hands towards her in calm consent, as she leaves him and mocks at him!
Because they aren't shown in true contrast to the sky and other bright spots, nature paints her shadows in a light purple. Then, she elevates her heavenly and sunlight colors to such heights that the pale purple appears, by comparison, as a strong dark. But Turner doesn't have the sun to contrast with his pale colors. He follows nature as closely as he can, placing light purple where she does, bright gold where she does; and then, when she spreads her wings at the peak of brightness and departs from the earth entirely, blazing into incredible sunshine, what can he do but sit there, helpless, stretching his 41 hands to her in quiet acceptance as she leaves him and mocks him!
§ 11. "Well," but you will farther ask, "is this right or wise? ought not the contrast between the masses be given, rather than the actual hues of a few parts of them, when the others are inimitable?"
§ 11. "Well," you might ask, "is this correct or smart? Shouldn't the difference between the groups be shown, instead of just the specific colors of a few parts, when the others can’t be imitated?"
Yes, if this were possible, it ought to be done; but the true contrasts can NEVER be given. The whole question is simply whether you will be false at one side of the scale or at the other,—that is, whether you will lose yourself in light or in darkness. This necessity is easily expressible in numbers. Suppose the utmost light you wish to imitate is that of serene, feebly lighted, clouds in ordinary sky (not sun or stars, which it is, of course, impossible deceptively to imitate in painting by any artifice). Then, suppose the degrees of shadow between those clouds and Nature's utmost darkness accurately measured, and divided into a hundred degrees (darkness being zero). Next we measure our own scale, calling our utmost possible black, zero;18 and we shall be able to keep parallel with Nature, perhaps up to as far as her 40 degrees; all above that being whiter than our white paper. Well, with our power of contrast between zero and 40, we have to imitate her contrasts between zero and 100. Now, if we want true contrasts, we can first set our 40 to represent her 100, our 20 for her 80, and our zero for her 60; everything below her 60 being lost in blackness. This is, with certain modifications, Rembrandt's system. Or, secondly, we can put zero for her zero, 20 for her 20, and 40 for her 40; everything above 40 being lost in whiteness. This is, with certain modifications, Paul Veronese's system. Or, finally, we can put our zero for her zero, and our 40 for her 100; our 20 for her 50, our 30 for her 75, and our ten for her 25, proportioning the intermediate contrasts accordingly. This is, with certain modifications, Turner's system;19 the modifications, in each case, being the adoption, to a certain extent, of either of 42 the other systems. Thus, Turner inclines to Paul Veronese; liking, as far as possible, to get his hues perfectly true up to a certain point,—that is to say, to let his zero stand for Nature's zero, and his 10 for her 10, and his 20 for her 20, and then to expand towards the light by quick but cunning steps, putting 27 for 50, 30 for 70, and reserving some force still for the last 90 to 100. So Rembrandt modifies his system on the other side, putting his 40 for 100, his 30 for 90, his 20 for 80; then going subtly downwards, 10 for 50, 5 for 30; nearly everything between 30 and zero being lost in gloom, yet so as still to reserve his zero for zero. The systems expressed in tabular form will stand thus:—
Yes, if this were possible, it should be done; but the true contrasts can NEVER be fully realized. The whole question is simply whether you will be untrue on one side of the scale or the other—that is, whether you will lose yourself in light or in darkness. This necessity can easily be expressed in numbers. Suppose the brightest light you want to replicate is that of calm, softly lit clouds in an ordinary sky (not the sun or stars, which, of course, are impossible to mimic in painting by any tricks). Then, let’s assume the degrees of shadow between those clouds and Nature's greatest darkness are accurately measured and divided into a hundred degrees (with darkness being zero). Next, we measure our own scale, dubbing our utmost possible black as zero;18 and we should be able to keep parallels with Nature, maybe up to her 40 degrees, with everything above that being lighter than our white paper. Now, with our contrast power between zero and 40, we need to imitate her contrasts between zero and 100. If we want true contrasts, we could first assign our 40 to represent her 100, our 20 for her 80, and our zero for her 60; everything below her 60 is swallowed in darkness. This, with some adjustments, is Rembrandt's system. Alternatively, we can position zero for her zero, 20 for her 20, and 40 for her 40; everything above 40 is lost in whiteness. This is, with some adjustments, Paul Veronese's system. Or finally, we can set our zero for her zero, and our 40 for her 100; our 20 for her 50, our 30 for her 75, and our ten for her 25, adjusting the intermediate contrasts accordingly. This is, with some adjustments, Turner's system;19 the modifications, in each case, being the partial adoption of either of 42 the other systems. Thus, Turner leans towards Paul Veronese; striving, as much as possible, to get his hues perfectly accurate up to a certain extent—that is to say, to let his zero match Nature's zero, and his 10 match her 10, and his 20 match her 20, then to expand towards the light with sharp but clever steps, assigning 27 for 50, 30 for 70, while still keeping some strength for the last 90 to 100. Meanwhile, Rembrandt adjusts his system in the opposite direction, placing his 40 for 100, his 30 for 90, his 20 for 80; then subtly going downwards, with 10 for 50, 5 for 30; nearly everything between 30 and zero getting lost in gloom, yet still reserving his zero for zero. The systems expressed in tabular form will look like this:—
Nature. | Rembrandt. | Turner. | Veronese. |
0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
10 | 1 | 10 | 10 |
20 | 3 | 20 | 20 |
30 | 5 | 24 | 30 |
40 | 7 | 26 | 32 |
50 | 10 | 27 | 34 |
60 | 13 | 28 | 36 |
70 | 17 | 30 | 37 |
80 | 20 | 32 | 38 |
90 | 30 | 36 | 39 |
100 | 40 | 40 | 40 |
§ 12. Now it is evident that in Rembrandt's system, while the contrasts are not more right than with Veronese, the colors are all wrong, from beginning to end. With Turner and Veronese, Nature's 10 is their 10, and Nature's 20 their 20; enabling them to give pure truth up to a certain point. But with Rembrandt not one color is absolutely true, from one side of the scale to the other; only the contrasts are true at the top of the scale. Of course, this supposes Rembrandt's system applied to a subject which shall try it to the utmost, such as landscape. Rembrandt generally chose subjects in which the real colors were very nearly imitable,—as single heads with dark backgrounds, in which Nature's highest light was little above his own; her 40 being then truly representable by his 40, his picture became nearly an absolute truth. But his system is only right when applied to such subjects: clearly, when we have the full scale of natural light to deal with, Turner's and Veronese's 43 convey the greatest sum of truth. But not the most complete deception, for people are so much more easily and instinctively impressed by force of light than truth of color, that they instantly miss the relative power of the sky, and the upper tones; and all the true local coloring looks strange to them, separated from its adjuncts of high light; whereas, give them the true contrast of light, and they will not observe the false local color. Thus all Gaspar Poussin's and Salvator's pictures, and all effects obtained by leaving high lights in the midst of exaggerated darkness, catch the eye, and are received for true, while the pure truth of Veronese and Turner is rejected as unnatural; only not so much in Veronese's case as in Turner's, because Veronese confines himself to more imitable things, as draperies, figures, and architecture, in which his exquisite truth at the bottom of the scale tells on the eye at once; but Turner works a good deal also (see the table) at the top of the natural scale, dealing with effects of sunlight and other phases of the upper colors, more or less inimitable, and betraying therefore, more or less, the artifices used to express them. It will be observed, also, that in order to reserve some force for the top of his scale, Turner is obliged to miss his gradations chiefly in middle tints (see the table), where the feebleness is sure to be felt. His principal point for missing the midmost gradations is almost always between the earth and sky; he draws the earth truly as far as he can, to the horizon; then the sky as far as he can, with his 30 to 40 part of the scale. They run together at the horizon; and the spectator complains that there is no distinction between earth and sky, or that the earth does not look solid enough.
§ 12. It's clear that in Rembrandt's approach, while the contrasts are just as valid as Veronese's, the colors are completely off, from start to finish. With Turner and Veronese, Nature’s 10 is their 10, and Nature’s 20 is their 20, allowing them to convey pure truth up to a certain extent. However, with Rembrandt, not one color is completely true across the entire range; only the contrasts are accurate at the top of the scale. This assumes Rembrandt's method is applied to a subject that really tests it, like landscape. Rembrandt typically chose subjects where the real colors could be closely mimicked—like single heads against dark backgrounds—where Nature's highest light was just above his own; her 40 could then be accurately represented by his 40, making his painting nearly an absolute truth. But his method only works for such subjects: when we have the full range of natural light, Turner's and Veronese's 43 convey the most truth. Yet, it doesn't create the most complete deception, since people are much more easily and instinctively affected by the power of light than by the truth of color; they quickly overlook the relative strength of the sky and the lighter tones, and all the true local color seems odd to them, stripped of its bright highlights. However, if you show them the accurate contrast of light, they won’t notice the false local color. Thus, all of Gaspar Poussin's and Salvator's paintings, along with effects created by leaving bright highlights amid exaggerated darkness, grab attention and are seen as true, while the pure truth of Veronese and Turner is dismissed as unnatural; though this is less the case for Veronese than for Turner, because Veronese sticks to more easily imitated subjects like drapery, figures, and architecture, where his exquisite truth at the bottom of the scale has an immediate impact on the eye. But Turner often works at the top of the natural scale, dealing with sunlight effects and other variations of the upper colors that are more or less imitable, thereby revealing, to varying extents, the techniques used to depict them. It should also be noted that to maintain some impact at the top of his scale, Turner usually misses his gradations primarily in the middle tints, where that weakness is bound to be noticeable. His main point of missing the middle gradations is often between the earth and sky; he accurately depicts the earth as far as he can, up to the horizon; then does the same for the sky, using his 30 to 40 parts of the scale. They meet at the horizon, and the viewer complains that there's no distinction between earth and sky or that the earth doesn’t look solid enough.
§ 13. In the upper portions of the three pillars 5, 6, 7, Plate 25, are typically represented these three conditions of light and shade, characteristic, 5, of Rembrandt, 6, of Turner, and 7, of Veronese. The pillar to be drawn is supposed, in all the three cases, white; Rembrandt represents it as white on its highest light; and, getting the true gradations between this highest light and extreme dark, is reduced to his zero, or black, for the dark side of the white object. This first pillar also represents the system of Leonardo da Vinci. In the room of the Louvre appropriated to Italian drawings is a study of a piece of drapery 44 by Leonardo. Its lights are touched with the finest white chalk, and its shadows wrought, through exquisite gradations, to utter blackness. The pillar 6 is drawn on the system of Turner; the high point of light is still distinct: but even the darkest part of the shaft is kept pale, and the gradations which give the roundness are wrought out with the utmost possible delicacy. The third shaft is drawn on Veronese's system. The light, though still focused, is more diffused than with Turner; and a slight flatness results from the determination that the fact of the shaft's being white shall be discerned more clearly even than that it is round; and that its darkest part shall still be capable of brilliant relief, as a white mass, from other objects round it.
§ 13. In the upper sections of the three pillars 5, 6, 7, Plate 25, these three conditions of light and shade, typical of Rembrandt, Turner, and Veronese, are usually depicted. The pillar being illustrated is assumed to be white in all three instances; Rembrandt shows it as white at its brightest point, and capturing the true gradations between this brightest light and the deepest dark, it is reduced to his zero, or black, for the shadowed side of the white object. This first pillar also illustrates Leonardo da Vinci's system. In the Italian drawings room at the Louvre, there is a study of a piece of drapery by Leonardo. Its highlights are marked with the finest white chalk, and its shadows transition through exquisite gradations to pure black. The sixth pillar is drawn using Turner’s method; the highest point of light remains clear, but even the darkest area of the pillar stays light, and the gradations that create the sense of roundness are executed with the utmost delicacy. The third pillar follows Veronese’s approach. The light, while still concentrated, is more diffused than in Turner’s style; a slight flatness occurs because the white nature of the shaft is made more apparent than its roundness, and its darkest area can still stand out brilliantly as a white mass against the surrounding objects.
§ 14. This resolution, on Veronese's part, is owing to the profound respect for the colors of objects which necessarily influenced him, as the colorist at once the most brilliant and the most tender of all painters of the elder schools; and it is necessary for us briefly to note the way in which this greater or less respect for local color influences the system of the three painters in light and shade.
§ 14. This decision by Veronese comes from his deep respect for the colors of objects, which naturally shaped him as a colorist, being both the most vibrant and the most delicate among all the painters from earlier schools. It's important for us to quickly mention how this greater or lesser appreciation for local color affects the approach to light and shade of the three painters.
Take the whitest piece of note-paper you can find, put a blot of ink upon it, carry it into the sunshine, and hold it fully fronting the sunshine, so as to make the paper look as dazzling as possible, but not to let the wet blot of ink shine. You will then find the ink look intensely black,—blacker, in fact, than any where else, owing to its vigorous contrast with the dazzling paper.
Take the brightest piece of white paper you can find, put a drop of ink on it, bring it out into the sunlight, and hold it so the sunlight hits the paper directly to make it look as brilliant as possible, but make sure the wet ink doesn’t shine. You’ll see that the ink looks super black—blacker, in fact, than anywhere else, because of its strong contrast with the bright paper.
Remove the paper from the sunshine. The ink will not look so black. Carry the paper gradually into the darkest part of the room, and the contrast will as gradually appear to diminish; and, of course, in darkness, the distinction between the black and the white vanishes. Wet ink is as perfect a representative as is by any means attainable of a perfectly dark color; that is, of one which absorbs all the light that falls on it; and the nature of such a color is best understood by considering it as a piece of portable night. Now, of course, the higher you raise the daylight about this bit of night, the more vigorous is the contrast between the two. And, therefore, as a general rule, the higher you raise the light on any object with a 45 pattern or stain upon it, the more distinctly that pattern or stain is seen. But observe: the distinction between the full black of ink, and full white of paper, is the utmost reach of light and dark possible to art. Therefore, if this contrast is to be represented truly, no deeper black can ever be given in any shadow than that offered at once; as local color, in a full black pattern, on the highest light. And, where color is the principal object of the picture, that color must, at all events, be as right as possible where it is best seen, i.e. in the lights. Hence the principle of Paul Veronese, and of all the great Venetian colorists, is to use full black for full black in high light, letting the shadow shift for itself as best it may; and sometimes even putting the local black a little darker in light than shadow, in order to give the more vigorous contrast noted above. Let the pillars in Plate 25 be supposed to have a black mosaic pattern on the lower part of their shafts. Paul Veronese's general practice will be, as at 7, having marked the rounding of the shaft as well as he can in the white parts, to paint the pattern with one even black over all, reinforcing it, if at all, a little in the light.
Remove the paper from the sunlight. The ink won’t appear as dark. Gradually move the paper into the darkest part of the room, and you’ll see the contrast slowly fade; in complete darkness, the difference between black and white disappears. Wet ink is the best representation of a perfectly dark color, meaning one that absorbs all the light that hits it, and this kind of color can be thought of as a piece of portable night. Naturally, the higher you raise the daylight around this bit of night, the stronger the contrast between the two becomes. So, as a general rule, the brighter the light on any object with a pattern or stain, the more distinctly that pattern or stain will show. But note: the difference between the deep black of ink and the pure white of paper represents the extremes of light and dark achievable in art. Therefore, to represent this contrast accurately, no shadow can be darker than this moment; as local color, in a full black pattern, under the brightest light. If color is the main focus of the painting, that color must be as accurate as possible where it is best seen, which is in the light. This is the principle of Paul Veronese and all the great Venetian colorists, who use true black for true black in bright light, allowing the shadow to adapt on its own; sometimes even making the local black slightly darker in light than in shadow to create the stronger contrast mentioned earlier. Imagine the pillars in Plate 25 having a black mosaic pattern on the lower part of their shafts. Paul Veronese’s usual technique will be to first mark the rounding of the shaft as accurately as possible in the white areas, and then paint the pattern with a consistent black throughout, possibly intensifying it a bit in the light.
§ 15. Repeat the experiment on the note-paper with a red spot of carmine instead of ink. You will now find that the contrast in the sunshine appears about the same as in the shade—the red and white rising and falling together, and dying away together into the darkness. The fact, however, is, that the contrast does actually for some time increase towards the light; for in utter darkness the distinction is not visible—the red cannot be distinguished from the white; admit a little light, and the contrast is feebly discernible; admit more, it is distinctly discernible. But you cannot increase the contrast beyond a certain point. From that point the red and white for some time rise very nearly equally in light, or fall together very nearly equally in shade; but the contrast will begin to diminish in very high lights, for strong sunlight has a tendency to exhibit particles of dust, or any sparkling texture in the local color, and then to diminish its power; so that in order to see local color well, a certain degree of shadow is necessary: for instance, a very delicate complexion is not well seen in the sun; and the veins of a marble pillar, or the colors of a picture, can only be properly seen in comparative shade.
§ 15. Repeat the experiment on the note-paper using a red spot of carmine instead of ink. You'll now notice that the contrast in sunlight looks about the same as in the shade—the red and white rising and falling together, and fading away together into the darkness. However, the truth is that the contrast actually increases for a while as you move toward the light; because in complete darkness, the difference isn't visible—the red can't be told apart from the white; let in a bit of light, and the contrast is weakly noticeable; let in more, and it's clearly visible. But you can't boost the contrast past a certain point. From that point, the red and white will for a while rise quite evenly in light, or fall almost equally in shade; but the contrast will start to diminish in very bright light, because strong sunlight tends to highlight particles of dust or any shiny texture in the local color, which then weakens its impact; so to see local color well, a certain amount of shadow is necessary: for example, a very delicate complexion isn’t well seen in the sun; and the veins of a marble pillar, or the colors in a painting, can only be properly appreciated in relative shade.
§ 16. I will not entangle the reader in the very subtle and curious variations of the laws in this matter. The simple fact which is necessary for him to observe is, that the paler and purer the color, the more the great Venetian colorists will reinforce it in the shadow, and allow it to fall or rise in sympathy with the light; and those especially whose object it is to represent sunshine, nearly always reinforce their local colors somewhat in the shadows, and keep them both fainter and feebler in the light, so that they thus approach a condition of universal glow, the full color being used for the shadow, and a delicate and somewhat subdued hue of it for the light. And this to the eye is the loveliest possible condition of color. Perhaps few people have ever asked themselves why they admire a rose so much more than all other flowers. If they consider, they will find, first, that red is, in a delicately gradated state, the loveliest of all pure colors; and secondly, that in the rose there is no shadow, except what is composed of color. All its shadows are fuller in color than its lights, owing to the translucency and reflective power of its leaves.
§ 16. I won’t get into the very subtle and interesting variations of the laws regarding this topic. The key point for you to remember is that the lighter and purer the color, the more the great Venetian artists will enhance it in the shadows, letting it adjust in response to the light. Those who aim to depict sunlight usually boost their local colors a bit in the shadows and keep them softer and weaker in the light, creating a universal glow effect where the full color is used for the shadow and a light, somewhat muted version is used for the light. This is the most beautiful color condition to the eye. Maybe not many people have thought about why they appreciate a rose so much more than other flowers. If they think about it, they’ll realize that first, red, when subtly graduated, is the most beautiful of all pure colors; and second, that in a rose there is no shadow at all, except for what is made up of color. All its shadows are richer in color than its highlights, thanks to the translucent and reflective qualities of its leaves.
The second shaft, 6, in which the local color is paler towards the light, and reinforced in the shadow, will therefore represent the Venetian system with respect to paler colors, and the system, for the most part, even with respect to darker colors, of painters who attempt to render effects of strong sunlight. Generally, therefore, it represents the practice of Turner. The first shaft, 5, exhibits the disadvantage of the practice of Rembrandt and Leonardo, in that they cannot show the local color on the dark side, since, however energetic, it must at last sink into their exaggerated darkness.
The second shaft, 6, where the local color is lighter towards the light and enhanced in the shadow, will represent the Venetian approach to lighter colors, and for the most part, it even applies to darker colors used by artists who try to capture the effects of bright sunlight. Overall, it reflects Turner's style. The first shaft, 5, shows the downside of the techniques used by Rembrandt and Leonardo, as they struggle to display local color on the shadowed side; no matter how vibrant, it ultimately gets lost in their deep shadows.
§ 17. Now, from all the preceding inquiry, the reader must perceive more and more distinctly the great truth, that all forms of right art consist in a certain choice made between various classes of truths, a few only being represented, and others necessarily excluded; and that the excellence of each style depends first on its consistency with itself,—the perfect fidelity, as far as possible, to the truths it has chosen; and secondly, on the breadth of its harmony, or number of truths it has been able to reconcile, and the consciousness with which the truths refused are acknowledged, even though they may not be represented. 47 A great artist is just like a wise and hospitable man with a small house: the large companies of truths, like guests, are waiting his invitation; he wisely chooses from among this crowd the guests who will be happiest with each other, making those whom he receives thoroughly comfortable, and kindly remembering even those whom he excludes; while the foolish host, trying to receive all, leaves a large part of his company on the staircase, without even knowing who is there, and destroys, by inconsistent fellowship, the pleasure of those who gain entrance.
§ 17. Now, based on all the previous discussion, the reader should increasingly grasp the important truth that all forms of genuine art involve a specific choice made among different categories of truths, with only a few being represented while others are necessarily left out; and that the quality of each style relies first on its internal consistency—the utmost fidelity to the truths it has selected; and second, on the breadth of its harmony, or the number of truths it has managed to reconcile, along with the awareness of the truths that are set aside, even if they are not depicted. 47 A great artist is much like a wise and welcoming person with a small home: the vast array of truths, like guests, are waiting for his invitation; he judiciously chooses from this group the guests who will get along best with one another, ensuring that those he welcomes feel completely at ease, and kindly remembering even those he does not invite; while the foolish host, attempting to accommodate everyone, leaves many of his guests on the stairs, unaware of who is there, and ruins, through inconsistent company, the enjoyment of those who are able to enter.
§ 18. But even those hosts who choose well will be farther distinguished from each other by their choice of nobler or inferior companies; and we find the greatest artists mainly divided into two groups,—those who paint principally with respect to local color, headed by Paul Veronese, Titian, and Turner; and those who paint principally with reference to light and shade irrespective of color, headed by Leonardo da Vinci, Rembrandt, and Raphael. The noblest members of each of these classes introduce the element proper to the other class, in a subordinate way. Paul Veronese introduces a subordinate light and shade, and Leonardo introduces a subordinate local color. The main difference is, that with Leonardo, Rembrandt, and Raphael, vast masses of the picture are lost in comparatively colorless (dark, grey, or brown) shadow; these painters beginning with the lights, and going down to blackness; but with Veronese, Titian, and Turner, the whole picture is like the rose,—glowing with color in the shadows, and rising into paler and more delicate hues, or masses of whiteness, in the lights; they having begun with the shadows, and gone up to whiteness.
§ 18. But even those artists who make good choices will still be further distinguished by their selection of more prestigious or lesser companions; and we see that the greatest artists are mainly split into two groups—those who focus primarily on local color, led by Paul Veronese, Titian, and Turner; and those who focus mainly on light and shade regardless of color, led by Leonardo da Vinci, Rembrandt, and Raphael. The most talented members of each of these groups incorporate the aspects unique to the other group in a secondary way. Paul Veronese includes a secondary use of light and shade, while Leonardo incorporates a secondary use of local color. The key difference is that with Leonardo, Rembrandt, and Raphael, large areas of the painting are submerged in relatively colorless (dark, gray, or brown) shadows; these artists start with the lights and move down to blackness. In contrast, with Veronese, Titian, and Turner, the entire painting resembles a rose—radiating color in the shadows and transitioning into lighter and more delicate shades, or areas of whiteness, in the lights; they begin with the shadows and move up to whiteness.
§ 19. The colorists have in this respect one disadvantage, and three advantages. The disadvantage is, that between their less violent hues, it is not possible to draw all the forms which can be represented by the exaggerated shadow of the chiaroscurists, and therefore a slight tendency to flatness is always characteristic of the greater colorists, as opposed to Leonardo or Rembrandt. When the form of some single object is to be given, and its subtleties are to be rendered to the utmost, the Leonardesque manner of drawing is often very noble. It is generally adopted by Albert Durer in his engravings, and is very useful, 48 when employed by a thorough master, in many kinds of engraving;20 but it is an utterly false method of study, as we shall see presently.
§ 19. Colorists have one disadvantage and three advantages in this regard. The disadvantage is that, between their softer shades, it’s not possible to capture all the forms that can be represented by the deep shadows of chiaroscuro artists, resulting in a slight tendency toward flatness that’s typical of most great colorists, unlike Leonardo or Rembrandt. When trying to depict the form of a single object and capture its nuances to the fullest, the way of drawing used by Leonardo is often very admirable. This approach is typically used by Albrecht Dürer in his engravings and is very effective when utilized by a master in various types of engraving; however, it is a completely misleading method of study, as we will see shortly.
§ 20. Of the three advantages possessed by the colorists over the chiaroscurists, the first is, that they have in the greater portions of their pictures absolute truth, as shown above, § 12, while the chiaroscurists have no absolute truth anywhere. With the colorists the shadows are right; the lights untrue: but with the chiaroscurists lights and shadows are both untrue. The second advantage is, that also the relations of color are broader and vaster with the colorists than the chiaroscurists. Take, for example, that piece of drapery studied by Leonardo, in the Louvre, with white lights and black shadows. Ask yourself, first, whether the real drapery was black or white. If white, then its high lights are rightly white; but its folds being black, it could not as a mass be distinguished from the black or dark objects in its neighborhood. But the fact is, that a white cloth or handkerchief always is distinguished in daylight, as a whole white thing, from all that is colored about it: we see at once that there is a white piece of stuff, and a red, or green, or grey one near it, as the case may be: and this relation of the white object to other objects not white, Leonardo has wholly deprived himself of the power of expressing; while, if the cloth were black or dark, much more has he erred by making its lights white. In either case, he has missed the large relation of mass to mass, for the sake of the small one of fold to fold. And this 49 is more or less the case with all chiaroscurists; with all painters, that is to say, who endeavor in their studies of objects to get rid of the idea of color, and give the abstract shade. They invariably exaggerate the shadows, not with respect to the thing itself, but with respect to all around it; and they exaggerate the lights also, by leaving pure white for the high light of what in reality is grey, rose-colored, or, in some way, not white.
§ 20. Among the three advantages that colorists have over chiaroscurists, the first is that colorists achieve a level of absolute truth in most parts of their paintings, as mentioned above, § 12, while chiaroscurists lack any absolute truth in their work. For colorists, the shadows are accurate, while the lights are not; in contrast, chiaroscurists have both lights and shadows that are inaccurate. The second advantage is that the relations of color are broader and more expansive with colorists compared to chiaroscurists. Take, for example, the piece of drapery studied by Leonardo in the Louvre, which has white highlights and black shadows. Consider whether the actual drapery was black or white. If it was white, then the highlights are correctly portrayed as white; however, if the folds are black, it could not be recognized as a mass when placed next to black or dark objects nearby. In reality, a white cloth or handkerchief is easily distinguished in daylight as a whole white thing from all the colored items around it: we immediately recognize that there is a white piece next to a red, green, or gray one, depending on the situation. Leonardo has completely lost the ability to express this relationship of the white object to other not white objects; if the cloth were black or dark, he has made a bigger mistake by rendering its highlights white. In either case, he has overlooked the larger relationship of mass to mass in favor of the smaller one of fold to fold. And this applies to all chiaroscurists; to all painters, in fact, who attempt to eliminate the idea of color in their object studies and focus solely on abstract shade. They consistently overemphasize the shadows, not in relation to the object itself, but in relation to everything around it; and they also exaggerate the highlights by leaving pure white for what is actually gray, rose-colored, or otherwise not white.
§ 21. This method of study, being peculiarly characteristic of the Roman and Florentine schools, and associated with very accurate knowledge of form and expression, has gradually got to be thought by a large body of artists the grand way of study; an idea which has been fostered all the more because it was an unnatural way, and therefore thought to be a philosophical one. Almost the first idea of a child, or of a simple person looking at anything, is, that it is a red, or a black, or a green, or a white thing. Nay, say the artists; that is an unphilosophical and barbarous view of the matter. Red and white are mere vulgar appearances; look farther into the matter, and you will see such and such wonderful other appearances. Abstract those, they are the heroic, epic, historic, and generally eligible appearances. And acting on this grand principle, they draw flesh white, leaves white, ground white, everything white in the light, and everything black in the shade—and think themselves wise. But, the longer I live, the more ground I see to hold in high honor a certain sort of childishness or innocent susceptibility. Generally speaking, I find that when we first look at a subject, we get a glimpse of some of the greatest truths about it: as we look longer, our vanity, and false reasoning, and half-knowledge, lead us into various wrong opinions; but as we look longer still, we gradually return to our first impressions, only with a full understanding of their mystical and innermost reasons; and of much beyond and beside them, not then known to us, now added (partly as a foundation, partly as a corollary) to what at first we felt or saw. It is thus eminently in this matter of color. Lay your hand over the page of this book,—any child or simple person looking at the hand and book, would perceive, as the main fact of the matter, that a brownish pink thing was laid over a white one. The grand artist comes and tells you that your hand is not pink, and your paper is not white. He 50 shades your fingers and shades your book, and makes you see all manner of starting veins, and projecting muscles, and black hollows, where before you saw nothing but paper and fingers. But go a little farther, and you will get more innocent again; you will find that, when "science has done its worst, two and two still make four;" and that the main and most important facts about your hand, so seen, are, after all, that it has four fingers and a thumb—showing as brownish pink things on white paper.
§ 21. This way of studying, which is especially typical of the Roman and Florentine schools and linked to a very precise understanding of form and expression, has gradually come to be seen by many artists as the grand method of study; an idea that has been encouraged even more because it seems unnatural, making it appear philosophical. Almost the first thing a child or a simple person notices about anything is that it’s red, black, green, or white. But artists say that’s an unphilosophical and crude perspective. Red and white are just ordinary appearances; look deeper, and you’ll uncover incredible other aspects. Strip those appearances away, they represent the heroic, epic, historic, and generally admirable traits. Following this grand idea, they depict flesh as white, leaves as white, the ground as white in light, and everything black in shadow—and they think they’re being clever. However, the longer I live, the more I see the value in a certain kind of childishness or innocent receptiveness. Generally speaking, I find that when we first observe a subject, we glimpse some of its biggest truths; as we look longer, our vanity, mistaken reasoning, and partial knowledge lead us to various misunderstandings. But as we continue to observe, we gradually return to our initial impressions, now with a deeper comprehension of their mysterious and core reasons; and much additional insight, not known to us then, is now added—partly as foundation, partly as a conclusion—to what we initially felt or saw. This is especially true regarding color. If you cover the page of this book with your hand, any child or simple person observing the hand and book would see that a brownish-pink shape is resting on a white surface. The grand artist comes and tells you that your hand isn’t pink, and your paper isn’t white. He 50 shades your fingers and your book, revealing all sorts of visible veins, protruding muscles, and dark hollows where you once saw only paper and fingers. But if you look a little longer, you’ll return to a more innocent understanding; you will realize that, regardless of what "science" tells you, two and two still equal four; and that the main and most important facts about your hand, as you see it, are simply that it has four fingers and a thumb—showing as brownish-pink shapes on white paper.
§ 22. I have also been more and more convinced, the more I think of it, that in general pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes. All the other passions do occasional good, but whenever pride puts in its word, everything goes wrong, and what it might really be desirable to do, quietly and innocently, it is mortally dangerous to do, proudly. Thus, while it is very often good for the artist to make studies of things, for the sake of knowing their forms, with their high lights all white, the moment he does this in a haughty way, and thinks himself drawing in the great style, because he leaves high lights white, it is all over with him; and half the degradation of art in modern times has been owing to endeavors, much fostered by the metaphysical Germans, to see things without color, as if color were a vulgar thing, the result being, in most students, that they end by not being able to see anything at all; whereas the true and perfect way of studying any object is simply to look what its color is in high light, and put that safely down, if possible; or, if you are making a chiaroscuro study, to take the grey answering to that color, and cover the whole object at once with that grey, firmly resolving that no part of it shall be brighter than that; then look for the darkest part of it, and if, as is probable, its darkest part be still a great deal lighter than black, or than other things about it, assume a given shade, as dark as, with due reference to other things, you can have it, but no darker. Mark that for your extreme dark on the object, and between those limits get as much drawing as you can, by subtlety of gradation. That will tax your powers of drawing indeed; and you will find this, which seems a childish and simple way of going to work, requires verily a thousandfold more power to carry out than all the pseudo-scientific abstractions that ever were invented.
§ 22. I’ve become increasingly convinced, the more I think about it, that in general pride is at the root of all major mistakes. Other passions can sometimes lead to good outcomes, but whenever pride speaks up, everything goes wrong. What might be better done quietly and innocently becomes dangerously reckless when done out of pride. For instance, while it's often beneficial for an artist to make studies of things to understand their forms—keeping the highlights completely white—the moment they approach this task with arrogance, thinking they're creating great art just by leaving highlights white, their work suffers. Much of the decline in art today can be attributed to attempts, largely encouraged by the philosophical Germans, to view things without color as if color were something unrefined. This often results in students who end up perceiving nothing at all. In contrast, the true and ideal method for studying any object is simply to observe its color in highlight and accurately record that, if possible. Or, if you’re creating a chiaroscuro study, cover the whole object at once with the corresponding grey, firmly deciding that no part of it will be brighter than that. Then find the darkest part of the object; if, as is likely, its darkest area is still much lighter than black or other surrounding elements, choose a certain shade as dark as you can, considering the context, but no darker. Mark that as your darkest aspect on the object, and between those limits, extract as much detail as you can through subtle gradation. This will truly test your drawing skills, and you’ll discover that this seemingly simple and childish approach requires far more skill to execute than all the pseudo-scientific theories ever created.
§ 23. Nor can it long be doubted that it is also the most impressive way to others; for the third great advantage possessed by the colorists is, that the delightfulness of their picture, its sacredness, and general nobleness, are increased exactly in proportion to the quantity of light and of lovely color they can introduce in the shadows, as opposed to the black and grey of the chiaroscurists. I have already, in the Stones of Venice, vol. ii. chap. v., insisted upon the fact of the sacredness of color, and its necessary connection with all pure and noble feeling. What we have seen of the use of color by the poets will help to confirm this truth; but perhaps I have not yet enough insisted on the simplest and readiest to hand of all proofs,—the way, namely, in which God has employed color in His creation as the unvarying accompaniment of all that is purest, most innocent, and most precious; while for things precious only in material uses, or dangerous, common colors are reserved. Consider for a little while what sort of a world it would be if all flowers were grey, all leaves black, and the sky brown. Imagine that, as completely as may be, and consider whether you would think the world any whit more sacred for being thus transfigured into the hues of the shadows in Raphael's Transfiguration. Then observe how constantly innocent things are bright in color; look at a dove's neck, and compare it with the grey back of a viper; I have often heard talk of brilliantly colored serpents; and I suppose there are such,—as there are gay poisons, like the foxglove and kalmia—types of deceit; but all the venomous serpents I have really seen are grey, brick-red, or brown, variously mottled; and the most awful serpent I have seen, the Egyptian asp, is precisely of the color of gravel, or only a little greyer. So, again, the crocodile and alligator are grey, but the innocent lizard green and beautiful. I do not mean that the rule is invariable, otherwise it would be more convincing than the lessons of the natural universe are intended ever to be; there are beautiful colors on the leopard and tiger, and in the berries of the night-shade; and there is nothing very notable in brilliancy of color either in sheep or cattle (though, by the way, the velvet of a brown bull's hide in the sun, or the tawny white of the Italian oxen, is, to my mind, lovelier than any leopard's or tiger's skin); but take a wider view of nature, and compare generally 52 rainbows, sunrises, roses, violets, butterflies, birds, gold-fish, rubies, opals, and corals, with alligators, hippopotami, lions, wolves, bears, swine, sharks, slugs, bones, fungi,21 frogs, and corrupting, stinging, destroying things in general, and you will feel then how the question stands between the colorists and chiaroscurists,—which of them have nature and life on their side, and which have sin and death.
§ 23. It’s hard to deny that this is also the most impressive way for others; the third major advantage of colorists is that the beauty of their picture, its sacredness, and overall nobleness increase in direct relation to the amount of light and beautiful color they can include in the shadows, unlike the black and grey of the chiaroscurists. I have already pointed out in the Stones of Venice, vol. ii. chap. v., the sacredness of color and its crucial link to all pure and noble feelings. What we've observed about the use of color by poets helps reinforce this truth, but perhaps I haven’t emphasized enough the simplest evidence at hand—namely, how God has used color in His creation as a constant accompaniment of everything that is pure, innocent, and precious; while ordinary colors are set aside for things that are only materially valuable or dangerous. Think for a moment about what the world would be like if all flowers were grey, all leaves black, and the sky brown. Imagine this as fully as you can and consider whether you would find the world any more sacred if it were transformed into the hues of the shadows in Raphael's Transfiguration. Now, notice how constantly innocent things are bright in color; look at a dove’s neck and compare it to the grey back of a viper. I’ve often heard about brilliantly colored snakes; I suppose those exist—just like there are vividly colored poisons, such as foxglove and kalmia—symbols of deceit; however, all the venomous snakes I’ve actually seen are grey, brick-red, or brown, each with different mottlings; and the most fearsome snake I’ve encountered, the Egyptian asp, is the color of gravel, or just a bit greyer. Similarly, the crocodile and alligator are grey, while the innocent lizard is green and beautiful. I don’t mean to say that this rule is absolute, or else it would be more convincing than nature’s lessons are meant to be; there are beautiful colors on the leopard and tiger, and in the berries of nightshade; and there isn’t anything particularly bright about the colors of sheep or cattle (though, by the way, the sheen of a brown bull’s hide in the sun, or the tawny white of Italian oxen, is, in my view, lovelier than any leopard’s or tiger’s skin); but if you take a broader look at nature and generally compare rainbows, sunrises, roses, violets, butterflies, birds, goldfish, rubies, opals, and corals with alligators, hippos, lions, wolves, bears, pigs, sharks, slugs, bones, fungi, 21 frogs, and other corrupting, stinging, destructive things, you will then see how the debate stands between colorists and chiaroscurists—who has nature and life on their side, and who has sin and death.
§ 24. Finally: the ascertainment of the sanctity of color is not left to human sagacity. It is distinctly stated in Scripture. I have before alluded to the sacred chord of color (blue, purple, and scarlet, with white and gold) as appointed in the Tabernacle; this chord is the fixed base of all coloring with the workmen of every great age; the purple and scarlet will be found constantly employed by noble painters, in various unison, to the exclusion in general of pure crimson;—it is the harmony described by Herodotus as used in the battlements of Ecbatana, and the invariable base of all beautiful missal-painting; the mistake continually made by modern restorers, in supposing the purple to be a faded crimson, and substituting full crimson for it, being instantly fatal to the whole work, as, indeed, the slightest modification of any hue in a perfect color-harmony must always be.22 In this chord the scarlet is the powerful color, and is on the whole the most perfect representation of abstract color which exists; blue being in a certain degree associated with shade, yellow with light, and scarlet, as absolute color, standing alone. Accordingly, we find it used, together with cedar wood, hyssop, and running water, as an emblem of purification, in Leviticus xiv. 4, and other places, and so used not merely as the representative of the color of blood, since it was also to be dipped in the actual blood of a living bird. So that the cedar wood for its perfume, the hyssop for its searchingness, the water for its cleansing, and the scarlet for its kindling or enlightening, 53 are all used as tokens of sanctification;23 and it cannot be with any force alleged, in opposition to this definite appointment, that scarlet is used incidentally to illustrate the stain of sin,—"though thy sins be as scarlet,"—any more than it could be received as a diminution of the authority for using snow-whiteness as a type of purity, that Gehazi's leprosy is described as being as "white as snow." An incidental image has no authoritative meaning, but a stated ceremonial appointment has; besides, we have the reversed image given distinctly in Prov. xxxi.: "She is not afraid of the snow for her household, for all her household are clothed with scarlet." And, again: "Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, with other delights." So, also, the arraying of the mystic Babylon in purple and scarlet may be interpreted exactly as we choose; either, by those who think color sensual, as an image of earthly pomp and guilt, or, by those who think it sacred, as an image of assumed or pretended sanctity. It is possible the two meanings may be blended, and the idea may be that the purple and fine linen of Dives are worn in hypocritical semblance of the purple and fine linen of the high priest, being, nevertheless, themselves, in all cases typical of all beauty and purity. I hope, however, to be able some day to enter farther into these questions with respect to the art of illumination; meantime, the facts bearing on our immediate subject may be briefly recapitulated. All men, completely organized and justly tempered, enjoy color; it is meant for the perpetual comfort and delight of the human heart; it is richly bestowed on the highest works of creation, and the eminent sign and seal of perfection in them; being associated with life in the human body, with light in the sky, with purity and hardness in the earth,—death, night, and pollution of all kinds being colorless. And although if form and color be brought into complete opposition,24 so that it should be put to us as a matter of stern choice 54 whether we should have a work of art all of form, without color (as an Albert Durer's engraving), or all of color, without form (as an imitation of mother-of-pearl), form is beyond all comparison the more precious of the two; and in explaining the essence of objects, form is essential, and color more or less accidental (compare Chap. v. of the first section of Vol. I.); yet if color be introduced at all, it is necessary that, whatever else may be wrong, that should be right; just as, though the music of a song may not be so essential to its influence as the meaning of the words, yet if the music be given at all, it must be right, or its discord will spoil the words; and it would be better, of the two, that the words should be indistinct, than the notes false. Hence, as I have said elsewhere, the business of a painter is to paint. If he can color, he is a painter, though he can do nothing else; if he cannot color, he is no painter, though he may do everything else. But it is, in fact, impossible, if he can color, but that he should be able to do more; for a faithful study of color will always give power over form, though the most intense study of form will give no power over color. The 55 man who can see all the greys, and reds, and purples in a peach, will paint the peach rightly round, and rightly altogether; but the man who has only studied its roundness, may not see its purples and greys, and if he does not, will never get it to look like a peach; so that great power over color is always a sign of large general art-intellect. Expression of the most subtle kind can be often reached by the slight studies of caricaturists;25 sometimes elaborated by the toil of the dull, and sometimes by the sentiment of the feeble, but to color well requires real talent and earnest study, and to color perfectly is the rarest and most precious power an artist can possess. Every other gift may be erroneously cultivated, but this will guide to all healthy, natural, and forcible truth; the student may be led into folly by philosophers, and into falsehood by purists; but he is always safe if he holds the hand of a colorist.
§ 24. Finally, determining the significance of color isn't left up to human wisdom; it's clearly stated in Scripture. I've previously mentioned the sacred color scheme of blue, purple, and scarlet, along with white and gold, established in the Tabernacle. This color scheme is the foundation of all coloring by craftsmen throughout history. You'll find purple and scarlet frequently used by great painters, often avoiding pure crimson. This harmony is described by Herodotus as being used in the walls of Ecbatana and serves as a consistent base for beautiful manuscript painting. Modern restorers often mistakenly believe purple is simply faded crimson, replacing it with vibrant crimson, which can ruin the entire piece since even the most minor change in a perfect color harmony has dire consequences. In this color scheme, scarlet is the dominant color and represents the purest form of color existing; blue is somewhat associated with shade, yellow with light, and scarlet, being absolute color, stands alone. Thus, we find it used, along with cedar wood, hyssop, and running water, as a symbol of purification in Leviticus 14:4 and other passages—not just as a symbol of blood color, since it was also dipped in the actual blood of a living bird. So, cedar wood symbolizes fragrance, hyssop represents cleansing, water signifies purity, and scarlet denotes warmth or enlightenment; 53 all these are signs of sanctification. It cannot be argued convincingly against this clear purpose that scarlet is merely used to illustrate the stain of sin—"though your sins be as scarlet"—any more than one could say that calling Gehazi's leprosy "white as snow" diminishes the authority of using snow-white as a symbol of purity. An incidental image lacks authoritative meaning, while a clearly stated ceremonial purpose has. Besides, we find the contrasting image in Proverbs 31: "She is not afraid of the snow for her household, for all her household are clothed in scarlet." And again: "O daughters of Israel, weep for Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, of other delights." Similarly, the depiction of the mystic Babylon in purple and scarlet can be interpreted in various ways; for those who view color as sensory, it may symbolize earthly grandeur and guilt, while those who see it as sacred may interpret it as a show of false holiness. It's possible that the two meanings are intertwined, suggesting that the purple and fine linen of Dives symbolize hypocritical imitation of the high priest's purple and fine linen, yet in all instances, they represent beauty and purity. I hope to someday delve deeper into these issues regarding the art of illumination; for now, let me briefly recap the relevant points. All well-organized and balanced people appreciate color; it's intended for the ongoing comfort and joy of the human heart. It's richly given to the greatest creations and is a clear mark of perfection in them, being linked with life in the human body, with light in the sky, with purity and firmness in the ground—while death, night, and all forms of pollution are devoid of color. And even though form and color can be completely contrasted—if we had to choose strictly between a work of art that was all form, without color (like an engraving by Albert Dürer), or all color, without form (like a depiction of mother-of-pearl)—form is undoubtedly the more valuable of the two. In explaining the essence of objects, form is essential, while color is more or less incidental (see Chap. v. of the first section of Vol. I.); yet if color is included, it must be correct, just like, although the music of a song may not be as crucial to its impact as the meaning of the words, if music is included, it must be right, or its discord will ruin the words; it's better for the words to be unclear than for the notes to be wrong. Thus, as I've stated elsewhere, a painter's job is to paint. If he can color, he's a painter, even if he can't do anything else; if he can't color, he's not a painter, even if he can do everything else. However, if he can color, he will invariably be able to do more; for thorough study of color will always grant control over form, while intense study of form will give no control over color. The 55 person who can see all the grays, reds, and purples in a peach will be able to paint it perfectly round and accurately overall; on the other hand, a person who only studies its roundness may miss its purples and grays, and if he does, he will never make it look like a peach. Thus, great skill in color always indicates a comprehensive artistic intellect. The most nuanced expression can often be achieved with minimal studies by caricaturists; sometimes refined by tedious efforts from the dull and at other times by the feelings of the weak, but coloring well requires genuine talent and serious study, and achieving perfect color is the rarest and most valuable skill an artist can have. Any other talent can be misdirected, but this skill leads to all healthy, natural, and powerful truths; students may be led astray by philosophers or into falsehoods by purists, but they are always safe if they follow a colorist.
15 Light from above is the same thing with reference to our present inquiry.
15 Light from above is the same in relation to our current question.
16 For which reason, I said in the Appendix to the third volume, that the expression "finite realization of infinity" was a considerably less rational one than "black realization of white."
16 That's why, as I mentioned in the Appendix to the third volume, the phrase "finite realization of infinity" is much less logical than "black realization of white."
17 The color, but not the form. I wanted the contour of the top of the Breven for reference in another place, and have therefore given it instead of that of the Bouchard, but in the proper depth of tint.
17 The color, but not the shape. I needed the outline of the top of the Breven for reference elsewhere, so I've provided it instead of the Bouchard, but with the right depth of color.
18 Even here we shall be defeated by Nature, her utmost darkness being deeper than ours. See Part II. Sec. II. Chap. I. § 4-7. etc.
18 Even here we will be defeated by Nature, her deepest darkness being darker than ours. See Part II. Sec. II. Chap. I. § 4-7. etc.
19 When the clouds are brilliantly lighted, it may rather be, as stated in § 4. above, in the proportion of 160 to 40. I take the number 100 as more calculable.
19 When the clouds are brightly lit, it might actually be, as mentioned in § 4. above, in the ratio of 160 to 40. I'm using the number 100 for easier calculations.
20 It is often extremely difficult to distinguish properly between the Leonardesque manner, in which local color is denied altogether, and the Turneresque, in which local color at its highest point in the picture is merged in whiteness. Thus, Albert Durer's noble "Melancholia" is entirely Leonardesque; the leaves on her head, her flesh, her wings, her dress, the wolf, the wooden ball, and the rainbow, being all equally white on the high lights. But my drawing of leaves, facing page 120, Vol. III., is Turneresque; because, though I leave pure white to represent the pale green of leaves and grass in high light, I give definite increase of darkness to four of the bramble leaves, which, in reality, were purple, and leave a dark withered stalk nearly black, though it is in light, where it crosses the leaf in the centre. These distinctions could only be properly explained by a lengthy series of examples; which I hope to give some day or other, but have not space for here.
20 It is often really hard to tell the difference between the Leonardesque style, where local color is completely absent, and the Turneresque style, where the highest point of local color in the picture blends into whiteness. For example, Albert Durer's impressive "Melancholia" is entirely Leonardesque; the leaves on her head, her skin, her wings, her dress, the wolf, the wooden ball, and the rainbow all appear equally white in the highlights. However, my drawing of leaves, on page 120, Vol. III., is Turneresque; because, while I leave pure white to depict the pale green of leaves and grass in highlights, I make four of the bramble leaves noticeably darker, which in reality were purple, and the dark withered stalk nearly black, even though it's in light, where it crosses the leaf in the center. These differences could only be properly explained with a long series of examples; which I hope to provide someday, but I don’t have enough space to do that here.
21 It is notable, however, that nearly all the poisonous agarics are scarlet or speckled, and wholesome ones brown or gray, as if to show us that things rising out of darkness and decay are always most deadly when they are well drest.
21 It’s interesting to note that almost all the poisonous mushrooms are bright red or spotted, while the safe ones are brown or gray, as if to remind us that things emerging from darkness and decay are often most dangerous when they appear attractive.
22 Hence the intense absurdity of endeavoring to "restore" the color of ancient buildings by the hands of ignorant colorists, as at the Crystal Palace.
22 This is why it's so ridiculous to try to "restore" the color of ancient buildings using ignorant painters, like they did at the Crystal Palace.
23 The redeemed Rahab bound for a sign a scarlet thread in the window. Compare Canticles iv. 3.
23 The redeemed Rahab tied a scarlet thread in the window as a sign. Compare Canticles iv. 3.
24 The inconsistency between perfections of color and form, which I have had to insist upon in other places, is exactly like that between articulation and harmony. We cannot have the richest harmony with the sharpest and most audible articulation of words: yet good singers will articulate clearly: and the perfect study of the science of music will conduct to a fine articulation; but the study of pronunciation will not conduct to, nor involve, that of harmony. So, also, though, as said farther on, subtle expression can be got without color, perfect expression never can; for the color of the face is a part of its expression. How often has that scene between Francesca di Rimini and her lover been vainly attempted by sculptors, simply because they did not observe that the main note of expression in it was in the fair sheet-lightning—fading and flaming through the cloud of passion!
24 The inconsistency between perfect colors and shapes, which I’ve pointed out elsewhere, is just like the difference between clear speech and musical harmony. We can’t achieve the richest harmony while distinctly articulating every word; however, good singers do articulate clearly. A solid study of music theory leads to great articulation, but learning pronunciation doesn’t automatically include harmony. Similarly, as mentioned later, subtle expression can exist without color, but perfect expression cannot; the color of the face is part of its expression. How many times have sculptors tried in vain to capture the scene between Francesca di Rimini and her lover, simply because they missed that the main element of expression was in the fleeting light—a mix of fading and flaring through the cloud of passion!
Per più flate gli occhi ci sospinse
Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso.
Per più flate gli occhi ci sospinse
Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso.
And, of course, in landscape, color is the principal source of expression. Take one melancholy chord from the close of Crabbe's Patron:
And, of course, in landscape, color is the main way to express feelings. Take one sad chord from the end of Crabbe's Patron:
"Cold grew the foggy morn; the day was brief,
Loose on the cherry hung the crimson leaf.
The dew dwelt ever on the herb; the woods
Roared with strong blasts; with mighty showers, the floods
All green was vanished, save of pine and yew
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
Save the green holly, with its berries red
And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread."
"Cold and foggy was the morning; the day was short,
A crimson leaf hung loosely on the cherry.
Dew stayed on the grass; the woods
Roared with strong winds; with heavy rains, the waters
All greenery was gone, except for pine and yew
That still showed their gloomy color;
Except for the green holly, with its red berries
And the green moss that spread over the gravel."
25 See Appendix 1. Modern Grotesque.
__A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__ See Appendix 1. Modern Grotesque.
CHAPTER IV.
OF TURNERIAN MYSTERY:—FIRST, AS ESSENTIAL.
§ 1. In the preceding chapters we have shown the nature of Turner's art; first, as respected sympathy with his subject; next, as respected fidelity in local detail; and thirdly, as respected principles of color. We have now finally to confirm what in various places has been said respecting his principles of delineation, or that mysterious and apparently uncertain execution by which he is distinguished from most other painters.
§ 1. In the previous chapters, we have explored the essence of Turner's art; first, in terms of his deep connection with his subject; next, in his attention to local detail; and third, in his use of color principles. Now, we need to finalize what has been mentioned in various places regarding his principles of delineation, or that mysterious and seemingly unpredictable technique that sets him apart from most other painters.
In Chap. III. § 17 of the preceding volume we concluded generally that all great drawing was distinct drawing; but with reference, nevertheless, to a certain sort of indistinctness, necessary to the highest art, and afterwards to be explained. And the inquiry into this seeming contradiction has, I trust, been made somewhat more interesting by what we saw respecting modern art in the fourth paragraph of Chap. XVI., namely, that it was distinguished from old art eminently by indistinctness, and by its idle omission of details for the sake of general effect. Perhaps also, of all modern artists, Turner is the one to whom most people would first look as the great representative of this nineteenth century cloudiness, and "ingenious speaking concerning smoke;" every one of his compositions being evidently dictated by a delight in seeing only a part of things rather than the whole, and in casting clouds and mist around them rather than unveiling them.
In Chap. III. § 17 of the previous volume, we generally concluded that all great drawing is distinct drawing; however, we also referred to a certain type of indistinctness that is essential for the highest form of art, which will be explained later. I hope that our exploration of this apparent contradiction has become more engaging through what we discussed about modern art in the fourth paragraph of Chap. XVI., specifically that it is characterized by indistinctness and its tendency to skip over details for the sake of a general effect. Perhaps, among all modern artists, Turner is the one most people would identify as the primary representative of this nineteenth-century ambiguity and "clever talk about smoke;" each of his compositions clearly shows a preference for focusing on part of the scene rather than the whole, and for surrounding them with clouds and mist instead of revealing them fully.
§ 2. And as the head of modern mystery, all the ranks of the best ancient, and of even a very important and notable division of modern authority, seem to be arrayed against him. As we saw in preceding chapters, every great man was definite until the seventeenth century. John Bellini, Leonardo, Angelico, Durer, Perugino, Raphael,—all of them hated fog, and repudiated indignantly all manner of concealment. Clear, calm, 57 placid, perpetual vision, far and near; endless perspicuity of space; unfatigued veracity of eternal light; perfectly accurate delineation of every leaf on the trees, every flower in the fields, every golden thread in the dresses of the figures, up to the highest point of calm brilliancy which was penetrable to the eye, or possible to the pencil,—these were their glory. On the other—the entirely mysterious—side, we have only sullen and sombre Rembrandt; desperate Salvator; filmy, futile Claude; occasionally some countenance from Correggio and Titian, and a careless condescension or two from Tintoret,26—not by any means a balanced weight of authority. Then, even in modern times, putting Turner (who is at present the prisoner at the bar) out of the question, we have, in landscape, Stanfield and Harding as definers, against Copley Fielding and Robson on the side of the clouds;27 Mulready and Wilkie against Etty,—even Etty being not so much misty in conception as vague in execution, and not, therefore, quite legitimately to be claimed on the foggy side; while, finally, the whole body of the Pre-Raphaelites—certainly the greatest men, taken as a class, whom modern Europe has produced in concernment with the arts—entirely agree with the elder religious painters, and do, to their utmost, dwell in an element of light and declaration, in antagonism to all mist and deception. Truly, the clouds seem to be getting much the worst of it; and I feel, for the moment, as if nothing could be said for them. However, having been myself long a cloud-worshipper, and passed many hours of life in the pursuit of them from crag to crag, I must consider what can possibly be submitted in their defence, and in Turner's.
§ 2. As the leader of modern mystery, all the top figures from both the best ancient works and a significant part of contemporary authority seem to be opposed to him. As we discussed in previous chapters, every great artist had a clear vision until the seventeenth century. John Bellini, Leonardo, Angelico, Dürer, Perugino, Raphael—all of them despised ambiguity and angrily rejected any form of concealment. They celebrated clear, calm, constant vision, both near and far; endless clarity of space; tireless truth of eternal light; and precise portrayal of every leaf on the trees, every flower in the fields, every golden thread in the garments of their figures, all reaching up to the highest level of clear brilliance that was visible to the eye or achievable by the pencil—these were their achievements. On the other end of the spectrum, the completely mysterious side, we have only the gloomy and dark Rembrandt; desperate Salvator; fleeting, ineffective Claude; occasionally some faces from Correggio and Titian, and a couple of indifferent nods from Tintoret,26—definitely not a balanced array of influence. Even in modern times, disregarding Turner (who is currently the one on trial), we have, in landscape painting, Stanfield and Harding as representatives against Copley Fielding and Robson on the cloud side;27 Mulready and Wilkie versus Etty—though even Etty is not so much vague in idea as imprecise in execution, and therefore not entirely justifiable on the foggy side; and finally, the entire group of Pre-Raphaelites—certainly the greatest artists, considered as a group, that modern Europe has produced in relation to the arts—completely align with the earlier religious painters, striving as much as possible to exist in a realm of light and clarity, opposing all mist and deception. Truly, the clouds seem to be losing badly; and at this moment, I feel like there’s nothing that can be said in their favor. However, having been a cloud enthusiast myself and spent many hours chasing them from crag to crag, I must consider what arguments can possibly be made in their defense, and in Turner's.
§ 3. The first and principal thing to be submitted is, that the clouds are there. Whether we like them or not, it is a fact that by far the largest spaces of the habitable world are full of them. That is Nature's will in the matter; and whatever we 58 may theoretically determine to be expedient or beautiful, she has long ago determined what shall be. We may declare that clear horizons and blue skies form the most exalted scenery; but for all that, the bed of the river in the morning will still be traced by its line of white mist, and the mountain peaks will be seen at evening only in the rents between their blue fragments of towering cloud. Thus it is, and that so constantly, that it is impossible to become a faithful landscape painter without continually getting involved in effects of this kind. We may, indeed, avoid them systematically, but shall become narrow mannerists if we do.
§ 3. The first and most important point to make is that the clouds are there. Whether we like it or not, it’s a fact that the majority of the habitable world is filled with them. That’s just how Nature works; and no matter what we think is practical or beautiful, she has already decided what will be. We might say that clear horizons and blue skies create the most stunning scenery; however, the riverbed in the morning will still be marked by its line of white mist, and the mountain peaks will only be visible in the gaps between their blue patches of towering clouds in the evening. This happens so consistently that it’s impossible to be a true landscape painter without constantly dealing with effects like these. We might try to avoid them altogether, but then we risk becoming narrow-minded and repetitive in our style.
§ 4. But not only is there a partial and variable mystery thus caused by clouds and vapors throughout great spaces of landscape; there is a continual mystery caused throughout all spaces, caused by the absolute infinity of things. We never see anything clearly. I stated this fact partly in the chapter on Truth of Space, in the first volume, but not with sufficient illustration, so that the reader might by that chapter have been led to infer that the mystery spoken of belonged to some special distance of the landscape, whereas the fact is, that everything we look at, be it large or small, near or distant, has an equal quantity of mystery in it; and the only question is, not how much mystery there is, but at what part of the object mystification begins. We suppose we see the ground under our feet clearly, but if we try to number its grains of dust, we shall find that it is as full of confusion and doubtful form as anything else; so that there is literally no point of clear sight, and there never can be. What we call seeing a thing clearly, is only seeing enough of it to make out what it is; this point of intelligibility varying in distance for different magnitudes and kinds of things, while the appointed quantity of mystery remains nearly the same for all. Thus: throwing an open book and an embroidered handkerchief on a lawn, at a distance of half a mile we cannot tell which is which; that is the point of mystery for the whole of those things. They are then merely white spots of indistinct shape. We approach them, and perceive that one is a book, the other a handkerchief, but cannot read the one, nor trace the embroidery of the other. The mystery has ceased to be in the whole things, and has gone into their details. We go 59 nearer, and can now read the text and trace the embroidery, but cannot see the fibres of the paper, nor the threads of the stuff. The mystery has gone into a third place. We take both up and look closely at them; we see the watermark and the threads, but not the hills and dales in the paper's surface, nor the fine fibres which shoot off from every thread. The mystery has gone into a fourth place, where it must stay, till we take a microscope, which will send it into a fifth, sixth, hundredth, or thousandth place, according to the power we use. When, therefore, we say, we see the book clearly, we mean only that we know it is a book. When we say that we see the letters clearly, we mean that we know what letters they are; and artists feel that they are drawing objects at a convenient distance when they are so near them as to know, and to be able in painting to show that they know, what the objects are, in a tolerably complete manner; but this power does not depend on any definite distance of the object, but on its size, kind, and distance, together; so that a small thing in the foreground may be precisely in the same phase or place of mystery as a large thing far away.
§ 4. But there isn’t just a partial and variable mystery caused by clouds and mist across vast landscapes; there’s a continuous mystery throughout all spaces, resulting from the endless variety of things. We never see things clearly.. I mentioned this fact partly in the chapter on Truth of Space in the first volume, but I didn’t illustrate it enough, which might have led the reader to think that the mystery I referenced belonged to a specific distance in the landscape. The truth is that everything we look at, whether it’s large or small, near or far, has the same amount of mystery in it; the only question is not how much mystery there is, but where the mystification begins on the object. We think we see the ground beneath our feet clearly, but if we try to count its grains of dust, we’ll find it’s just as full of confusion and unclear shapes as anything else; so there is literally no point of clear sight, and there never can be. What we call seeing something clearly is just seeing enough of it to understand what it is; this point of clarity varies in distance for different sizes and types of objects, while the amount of mystery stays roughly the same for all. For example, if we throw an open book and an embroidered handkerchief onto a lawn from half a mile away, we can’t tell which is which; that’s the point of mystery for those two items. They are simply white spots with vague shapes. As we get closer, we can see that one is a book and the other is a handkerchief, but we can’t read the text of the book or see the embroidery on the handkerchief. The mystery has shifted from the whole objects to their details. We move closer and can now read the text and see the embroidery but can’t see the fibers of the paper or the threads of the fabric. The mystery has moved again. We pick them up and examine them closely; we see the watermark and the threads, but not the hills and valleys in the paper's surface, nor the fine fibers that extend from each thread. The mystery has shifted to another level, and it will stay there until we use a microscope, which will move it to yet another level, depending on the lens' power. So when we say we see the book clearly, we really mean that we know it’s a book. When we say we see the letters clearly, we mean we know what the letters are. Artists realize they are drawing objects at an appropriate distance when they are close enough to recognize—and in painting, to show that they recognize—what the objects are in a fairly complete manner; but this ability doesn’t rely on any specific distance from the object, but rather on its size, type, and distance combined; so a small object in the foreground can be in the same phase or level of mystery as a large object far away.
§ 5. The other day, as I was lying down to rest on the side of the hill round which the Rhone sweeps in its main angle, opposite Martigny, and looking carefully across the valley to the ridge of the hill which rises above Martigny itself, then distant about four miles, a plantain seed-vessel about an inch long, and a withered head of a scabious half an inch broad, happened to be seen rising up, out of the grass near me, across the outline of the distant hill, so as seemingly to set themselves closely beside the large pines and chestnuts which fringed that distant ridge. The plantain was eight yards from me, and the scabious seven; and to my sight, at these distances, the plantain and the far away pines were equally clear (it being a clear day, and the sun stooping to the west). The pines, four miles off, showed their branches, but I could not count them; and two or three young and old Spanish chestnuts beside them showed their broken masses distinctly; but I could not count those masses, only I knew the trees to be chestnuts by their general look. The plantain and scabious in like manner I knew to be a plantain and scabious by their general look. I saw the plantain seed-vessel 60 to be, somehow, rough, and that there were two little projections at the bottom of the scabious head which I knew to mean the leaves of the calyx; but I could no more count distinctly the seeds of the plantain, or the group of leaves forming the calyx of the scabious, than I could count the branches of the far-away pines.
§ 5. The other day, as I was lying down to rest on the side of the hill where the Rhone curves in its main bend, opposite Martigny, I was carefully looking across the valley at the ridge of the hill above Martigny, which was about four miles away. I spotted a plantain seed pod about an inch long and a withered scabious head half an inch wide rising up out of the grass near me, aligned with the distant hilltop, almost as if they were positioned next to the large pines and chestnuts lining that ridge. The plantain was eight yards from me, and the scabious was seven; in my view, at those distances, both the plantain and the distant pines were equally clear (it was a clear day, with the sun setting in the west). The pines, four miles off, showed their branches, though I couldn't count them; I could distinctly see two or three young and old Spanish chestnuts nearby, but I couldn't count those either, only recognized them as chestnuts by their overall appearance. Similarly, I knew the plantain and scabious by their general look. I noticed the plantain seed pod seemed rough, and there were two small projections at the bottom of the scabious head, which I recognized as the leaves of the calyx; however, I couldn’t count the seeds of the plantain or the group of leaves making up the calyx of the scabious any more than I could count the branches of the distant pines.
§ 6. Under these circumstances, it is quite evident that neither the pine nor plantain could have been rightly represented by a single dot or stroke of color. Still less could they be represented by a definite drawing, on a small scale, of a pine with all its branches clear, or of a plantain with all its seeds clear. The round dot or long stroke would represent nothing, and the clear delineation too much. They were not mere dots of color which I saw on the hill, but something full of essence of pine; out of which I could gather which were young and which were old, and discern the distorted and crabbed pines from the symmetrical and healthy pines; and feel how the evening sun was sending its searching threads among their dark leaves;—assuredly they were more than dots of color. And yet not one of their boughs or outlines could be distinctly made out, or distinctly drawn. Therefore, if I had drawn either a definite pine, or a dot, I should have been equally wrong, the right lying in an inexplicable, almost inimitable, confusion between the two.
§ 6. Given these circumstances, it's clear that neither the pine nor the plantain could be accurately represented by a single dot or stroke of color. They couldn't even be effectively represented by a small, detailed drawing of a pine with all its branches visible, or a plantain showing all its seeds clearly. A simple dot or a long stroke wouldn't represent anything meaningful, and a clear drawing would be overly detailed. What I saw on the hill wasn't just dots of color; it was something rich in the essence of pine, allowing me to discern which trees were young and which were old, to differentiate the twisted and gnarled pines from the symmetrical, healthy ones, and to feel the evening sun sending its rays through their dark leaves— they were definitely more than just dots of color. Yet, not a single branch or outline could be distinctly seen or drawn. Thus, whether I drew a defined pine or a dot, I would have been equally mistaken; the truth lies in an inexplicable, almost unrepeatable, mixture of the two.
§ 7. "But is this only the case with pines four miles away, and with plantains eight yards?"
§ 7. "But is this only true for pines that are four miles away, and for plantains that are eight yards away?"
Not so. Everything in the field of sight is equally puzzling, and can only be drawn rightly on the same difficult conditions. Try it fairly. Take the commonest, closest, most familiar thing, and strive to draw it verily as you see it. Be sure of this last fact, for otherwise you will find yourself continually drawing, not what you see, but what you know. The best practice to begin with is, sitting about three yards, from a bookcase (not your own, so that you may know none of the titles of the books), to try to draw the books accurately, with the titles on the backs, and patterns on the bindings, as you see them. You are not to stir from your place to look what they are, but to draw them simply as they appear, giving the perfect look of neat lettering; which, nevertheless, must be (as you find it on most of the books) 61 absolutely illegible. Next try to draw a piece of patterned muslin or lace (of which you do not know the pattern), a little way off, and rather in the shade; and be sure you get all the grace and look of the pattern without going a step nearer to see what it is. Then try to draw a bank of grass, with all its blades; or a bush, with all its leaves; and you will soon begin to understand under what a universal law of obscurity we live, and perceive that all distinct drawing must be bad drawing, and that nothing can be right, till it is unintelligible.
Not at all. Everything you see is equally confusing and can only be accurately captured under the same challenging conditions. Give it a real shot. Pick the most ordinary, nearby, and familiar object, and try to draw it exactly as you see it. Make sure of this last point; otherwise, you'll constantly end up drawing not what you see, but what you know. The best place to start is by sitting about three yards away from a bookcase (one that's not yours, so you won't know any of the titles), and attempt to accurately draw the books, including the titles on the spines and the patterns on the covers, just as they appear to you. You're not supposed to move closer to check what they are; instead, draw them as they look, capturing the neat lettering that, however, will likely be (as you find on most books) 61 completely unreadable. Next, try drawing a piece of patterned muslin or lace (a pattern you don't recognize) from a little distance and somewhat in the shade; make sure you capture all the elegance and look of the pattern without moving any closer to see what it is. Then, attempt to draw a patch of grass, with all its blades, or a bush, with all its leaves; you'll soon start to realize the universal law of obscurity we live under, and understand that all clear drawing must be poor drawing, and that nothing can be accurate until it becomes unintelligible.
§ 8. "How! and Pre-Raphaelitism and Durerism, and all that you have been talking to us about for these five hundred pages!"
§ 8. "Seriously? And Pre-Raphaelitism and Durerism, and everything you've been discussing with us for the last five hundred pages!"
Well, it is all right; Pre-Raphaelitism is quite as unintelligible as need be (I will answer for Durerism farther on). Examine your Pre-Raphaelite painting well, and you will find it is the precise fulfilment of these laws. You can make out your plantain head and your pine, and see entirely what they are; but yet they are full of mystery, and suggest more than you can see. So also with Turner, the true head of Pre-Raphaelitism. You shall see the spots of the trout lying dead on the rock in his foreground, but not count them. It is only the Germans and the so-called masters of drawing and defining that are wrong, not the Pre-Raphaelites.28
Well, it's fine; Pre-Raphaelitism is just as confusing as it needs to be (I'll explain Durerism later). Take a good look at your Pre-Raphaelite painting, and you'll see it perfectly follows these principles. You can identify your plantain head and your pine, and know exactly what they are; but they’re still full of mystery and hint at more than what you can see. The same goes for Turner, the true leader of Pre-Raphaelitism. You can see the spots on the trout lying dead on the rock in the foreground, but you can't count them. It's only the Germans and the so-called masters of drawing and defining who are mistaken, not the Pre-Raphaelites.28
Not, that is to say, so far as it is possible to be right. No human skill can get the absolute truth in this matter; but a drawing by Turner of a large scene, and by Holman Hunt of a small one, are as close to truth as human eyes and hands can reach.
Not, that is to say, as far as it is possible to be right. No human skill can uncover the absolute truth in this matter; however, a large scene drawn by Turner and a small one by Holman Hunt come as close to truth as human eyes and hands can achieve.
§ 9. "Well, but how of Veronese and all the firm, fearless draughtsmen of days gone by?"
§ 9. "Well, what about Veronese and all the strong, bold artists from the past?"
They are indeed firm and fearless, but they are all mysterious. Not one great man of them, but he will puzzle you, if you look close, to know what he means. Distinct enough, as to his general intent, indeed, just as Nature is distinct in her general intent; but examine his touches, and you will find in Veronese, in Titian, in Tintoret, in Correggio, and in all the great painters, properly so called, a peculiar melting and mystery about the pencilling, sometimes called softness, sometimes freedom, sometimes breadth; but in reality a most subtle confusion of colors and forms, obtained either by the apparently careless stroke of the brush, or by careful retouching with tenderest labor; but always obtained in one way or another: so that though, when compared with work that has no meaning, all great work is distinct,—compared with work that has narrow and stubborn meaning, all great work is indistinct; and if we find, on examining any picture closely, that it is all clearly to be made out, it cannot be, as painting, first-rate. There is no exception to this rule. Excellence of the highest kind, without obscurity, cannot exist.
They are definitely strong and fearless, but they are all mysterious. Not a single great person among them will make sense to you at first glance. Their general purpose is clear, just like Nature's is clear in her overall design; but if you look closer, you'll notice that in Veronese, Titian, Tintoretto, Correggio, and all the truly great painters, there's a unique blending and mystery in the brushwork. Sometimes it's called softness, sometimes freedom, sometimes breadth; but really, it's a very subtle mix of colors and shapes achieved either by what seems like a careless brushstroke or by delicate, careful retouching. It’s always achieved somehow: so that, while all great work is distinct when compared to work that lacks meaning, against work that has limited, rigid meaning, all great work is indistinct. And if we find that any picture is completely understandable upon close inspection, it can't be considered top-notch painting. There's no exception to this principle. The highest standard of excellence, without a doubt, cannot exist..
§ 10. "But you said that all authority was against Turner,—Titian's and Veronese's, as well as that of the older painters."
§ 10. "But you said that all the authority was against Turner—Titian's and Veronese's, as well as that of the older painters."
Yes, as regards his choice of misty or foggy subject, it is so; but in this matter of mere execution, all the great painters are with him, though at first he seems to differ from them, on account of that choice of foggy subject; and because, instead of painting things under circumstances when their general character is to be discerned at once (as Veronese paints human figures close to us and the size of life), he is always painting things twenty and thirty miles away, reduced to unintelligible and eccentric shades.
Yes, regarding his choice of misty or foggy subjects, it’s true; but when it comes to the actual execution, all the great painters are on his side, even though he initially seems to differ from them because of that choice of foggy themes. Unlike Veronese, who paints human figures right in front of us at life size, he always paints things that are twenty to thirty miles away, reduced to vague and unusual shades.
§ 11. "But how, then, of this foggy choice; can that be right in itself?"
§ 11. "But how, then, about this unclear choice; can that be right in itself?"
That we will discuss in the next chapter: let us keep at present to the question of execution.
That we will discuss in the next chapter: let’s focus for now on the question of execution.
"Keeping to that question, why is it that a photograph always looks clear and sharp,—not at all like a Turner?"
"Sticking to that question, why does a photograph always appear clear and sharp—not at all like a Turner?"
Photographs never look entirely clear and sharp; but because clearness is supposed a merit in them, they are usually taken from very clearly marked and un-Turnerian subjects; and such results as are misty and faint, though often precisely those which contain the most subtle renderings of nature, are thrown away, and the clear ones only are preserved. Those clear ones depend for much of their force on the faults of the process. Photography either exaggerates shadows, or loses detail in the lights, and, in many ways which I do not here pause to explain, misses certain of the utmost subtleties of natural effect (which are often the things that Turner has chiefly aimed at,) while it renders subtleties of form which no human hand could achieve. But a delicately taken photograph of a truly Turnerian subject, is far more like Turner in the drawing than it is to the work of any other artist; though, in the system of chiaroscuro, being entirely and necessarily Rembrandtesque, the subtle mystery of the touch (Turnerism carried to an infinitely wrought refinement) is not usually perceived.
Photographs never look completely clear and sharp; however, since clarity is seen as an advantage, they are usually taken from subjects that are very clearly defined and not reminiscent of Turner. Results that are blurry and faint, even though they often capture the most delicate aspects of nature, are discarded, and only the clear ones are kept. Those clear images rely heavily on the flaws of the process. Photography either exaggerates shadows or loses detail in the highlights, and in various ways I won’t elaborate on here, it misses some of the most subtle natural effects (which are often the main focus of Turner’s work), while capturing subtleties of form that no human hand could replicate. However, a finely taken photograph of a genuinely Turner-like subject is much closer to Turner in terms of drawing than it is to the work of any other artist; although, in the system of chiaroscuro, which is completely and inherently Rembrandt-like, the subtle mystery of the technique (Turnerism taken to an incredibly refined level) is usually not recognized.
§ 12. "But how of Van Eyck, and Albert Durer, and all the clear early men?"
§ 12. "But what about Van Eyck, and Albert Durer, and all the talented early artists?"
So far as they are quite clear, they are imperfect, and knowingly imperfect, if considered as painters of real appearances; but by means of this very imperfection or conventionalism, they often give certain facts which are more necessary to their purpose than these outward appearances. For instance, in Fig. 2 of Plate 25, facing page 32, I requested Mr. Le Keux to facsimile, as far as might be, the look of the daguerreotype; and he has admirably done so. But if Albert Durer had drawn the wall between those towers, he would have represented it with all its facts distinctly revealed, as in Fig. 1; and in many respects this clear statement is precious, though, so far as regards ocular truth, it is not natural. A modern sketcher of the "bold" school would represent the tower as in Fig. 3; that is to say, in a manner just as trenchant and firm, and therefore ocularly false, as Durer's; but, in all probability, which involved entireness of 64 fallacy or ignorance as to the wall facts; rendering the work nearly valueless; or valuable only in color or composition; not as draughtsmanship.
As clear as they are, they’re imperfect, and they know they’re imperfect if you consider them as realistic painters. However, this very imperfection or use of conventions often helps them convey certain facts that are more important for their purpose than the surface appearances. For example, in Fig. 2 of Plate 25, facing page 32, I asked Mr. Le Keux to replicate the look of the daguerreotype as closely as possible, and he did a fantastic job. But if Albert Durer had drawn the wall between those towers, he would have shown it with all its details clearly displayed, like in Fig. 1; and, in many ways, this clear depiction is invaluable, even though it isn't true to how we see things. A modern sketch artist from the "bold" school would portray the tower like in Fig. 3; that is, in a style that's just as sharp and bold, and therefore visually misleading, as Durer's. But, most likely, this would involve a complete misunderstanding or ignorance of the wall's details, making the artwork almost worthless, or only valuable for its color or overall composition, not for its drawing skills.
Of this we shall have more to say presently, here we may rest satisfied with the conclusion that to a perfectly great manner of painting, or to entirely finished work, a certain degree of indistinctness is indispensable. As all subjects have a mystery in them, so all drawing must have a mystery in it; and from the nearest object to the most distant, if we can quite make out what the artist would be at, there is something wrong. The strokes of paint, examined closely, must be confused, odd, incomprehensible; having neither beginning nor end,—melting into each other, or straggling over each other, or going wrong and coming right again, or fading away altogether; and if we can make anything of them quite out, that part of the drawing is wrong, or incomplete.
We'll discuss this more shortly, but for now, we can be content with the idea that a truly great painting or a fully finished piece requires a certain level of blurred details. Just like every subject has its own mystery, every drawing must convey a sense of intrigue as well. From the closest subject to the farthest, if we can clearly understand what the artist intended, there's something off. The brush strokes, when examined up close, should appear chaotic, unusual, and hard to grasp; they should blend into one another or overlap, misalign and then realign, or fade completely. If we can easily decipher any part of them, that section of the drawing is incorrect or not fully developed.
§ 13. Only, observe, the method by which the confusion is obtained may vary considerably according to the distance and scale of the picture itself; for very curious effects are produced upon all paintings by the distance of the eye from them. One of these is the giving a certain softness to all colors, so that hues which would look coarse or bald if seen near, may sometimes safely be left, and are left, by the great workmen in their large works, to be corrected by the kind of bloom which the distance of thirty or forty feet sheds over them. I say, "sometimes," because this optical effect is a very subtle one, and seems to take place chiefly on certain colors, dead fresco colors especially; also the practice of the great workmen is very different, and seems much to be regulated by the time at their disposal. Tintoret's picture of Paradise, with 500 figures in it, adapted to a supposed distance of from fifty to a hundred feet, is yet colored so tenderly that the nearer it is approached the better it looks; nor is it at all certain that the color which is wrong near, will look right a little way off, or even a great way off: I have never seen any of our Academy portraits made to look like Titians by being hung above the line: still, distance does produce a definite effect on pictorial color, and in general an improving one. It also deepens the relative power of all strokes and shadows. A touch of shade which, seen near, is all but invisible, and, as far as effect on the 65 picture is concerned, quite powerless, will be found, a little way off, to tell as a definite shadow, and to have a notable result on all that is near it; and so markedly is this the case, that in all fine and first-rate drawing there are many passages in which if we see the touches we are putting on, we are doing too much; they must be put on by the feeling of the hand only, and have their effect on the eye when seen in unison, a little way off. This seems strange; but I believe the reason of it is, that, seen at some distance, the parts of the touch or touches are gathered together, and their relations truly shown; while, seen near, they are scattered and confused. On a large scale, and in common things, the phenomenon is of constant occurrence; the "dirt bands" on a glacier, for instance, are not to be counted on the glacier itself, and yet their appearance is truly stated by Professor Forbes to be "one of great importance, though from the two circumstances of being best seen at a distance, or considerable height, and in a feeble or slanting light, it had very naturally been overlooked both by myself and others, like what are called blind paths over moors, visible at a distance, but lost when we stand upon them."29
§ 13. Just note that the way the confusion is created can change a lot depending on how far away you are and the scale of the picture itself; really interesting effects occur in all paintings based on the viewer's distance from them. One of these effects is that colors appear softer, so shades that might look harsh or flat up close can sometimes be left as they are, as the great artists do in their large works, relying on the kind of bloom that comes from being viewed from thirty or forty feet away. I say "sometimes" because this optical effect is pretty subtle and seems to mainly affect certain colors, especially matte fresco colors; additionally, the technique of these great artists varies significantly and appears to be influenced by the time they have available. Tintoretto's painting of Paradise, which features 500 figures and is meant to be seen from fifty to a hundred feet away, is colored so delicately that the closer you get, the better it looks; it’s also unclear if a color that seems incorrect up close will look right from a little distance or even from far away: I've never seen any of our Academy portraits look like Titian’s just by being hung higher. Still, distance does have a certain impact on pictorial color, generally improving it. It also intensifies the relative strength of all strokes and shadows. A touch of shade that appears nearly invisible up close, and has little effect on the picture, can clearly become a defined shadow from a slight distance and significantly affect everything around it; it’s so pronounced that in all fine and top-quality drawings, many areas require that if we see the brushstrokes we’re applying, we're overdoing it. They should be applied based on the feel of the hand alone and become effective when seen together from a distance. This might seem odd, but I believe the reason is that from a distance, the parts of the stroke merge together, and their relationships become clear; whereas, up close, they appear scattered and chaotic. This phenomenon frequently occurs on a larger scale and in everyday situations; for example, the "dirt bands" on a glacier can’t be counted on the glacier itself, yet their presence is accurately described by Professor Forbes as "one of great importance, though due to two factors—being best seen from a distance or at a significant height, and in dim or slanted light—it had very understandably been overlooked by me and others, similar to what are called blind paths over moors, visible from afar but lost upon standing on them."29
§ 14. Not only, however, does this take place in a picture very notably, so that a group of touches will tell as a compact and intelligible mass, a little way off, though confused when seen near; but also a dark touch gains at a little distance in apparent darkness, a light touch in apparent light, and a colored touch in apparent color, to a degree inconceivable by an unpractised person; so that literally, a good painter is obliged, working near his picture, to do in everything only about half of what he wants, the rest being done by the distance. And if the effect, at such distance, is to be of confusion, then sometimes seen near, the work must be a confusion worse confounded, almost utterly unintelligible; hence the amazement and blank wonder of the public at some of the finest passages of Turner, which look like a mere meaningless and disorderly work of chance; but, rightly understood, are preparations for a given result, like the most subtle moves of a game of chess, of which no bystander can for a long time see the intention, but which are, in dim, 66 underhand, wonderful way, bringing out their foreseen and inevitable result.
§ 14. However, this is especially noticeable in a painting, where a group of brushstrokes can create a clear, cohesive image from a distance, even if it looks chaotic up close. A dark stroke appears darker from afar, a light stroke seems lighter, and a colored stroke shows more color, to an extent that's hard for someone untrained to grasp. So, a skilled painter is actually required to do only about half of what he intends when working near his canvas; the rest gets accomplished through distance. If the effect from that distance is one of confusion, then when viewed up close, the work can seem like a jumbled mess, almost completely unintelligible. This explains the astonishment and bewilderment of the public at some of Turner's greatest works, which may appear to be random and chaotic. But, when understood correctly, they are carefully crafted setups for a specific outcome, similar to the intricate strategies in a game of chess, whose intentions go unnoticed by onlookers for a long time, yet are subtly and masterfully leading to their expected and inevitable conclusion.
§ 15. And, be it observed, no other means would have brought out that result. Every distance and size of picture has its own proper method of work; the artist will necessarily vary that method somewhat according to circumstances and expectations: he may sometimes finish in a way fitted for close observation, to please his patron, or catch the public eye; and sometimes be tempted into such finish by his zeal, or betrayed into it by forgetfulness, as I think Tintoret has been, slightly, in his Paradise, above mentioned. But there never yet was a picture thoroughly effective at a distance, which did not look more or less unintelligible near. Things which in distant effect are folds of dress, seen near are only two or three grains of golden color set there apparently by chance; what far off is a solid limb; near is a grey shade with a misty outline, so broken that it is not easy to find its boundary; and what far off may perhaps be a man's face, near, is only a piece of thin brown color, enclosed by a single flowing wave of a brush loaded with white, while three brown touches across one edge of it, ten feet away, become a mouth and eyes. The more subtle the power of the artist, the more curious the difference will be between the apparent means and the effect produced; and one of the most sublime feelings connected with art consists in the perception of this very strangeness, and in a sympathy with the foreseeing and foreordaining power of the artist. In Turner, Tintoret, and Paul Veronese, the intenseness of perception, first, as to what is to be done, and then, of the means of doing it, is so colossal, that I always feel in the presence of their pictures just as other people would in that of a supernatural being. Common talkers use the word "magic" of a great painter's power without knowing what they mean by it. They mean a great truth. That power is magical; so magical, that, well understood, no enchanter's work could be more miraculous or more appalling; and though I am not often kept from saying things by timidity, I should be afraid of offending the reader, if I were to define to him accurately the kind and the degree of awe, with which I have stood before Tintoret's Adoration of the Magi, at Venice, and Veronese's Marriage in Cana, in the Louvre.
§ 15. And, it's important to note, no other approach would have achieved that result. Each distance and size of painting has its own right technique; the artist will naturally adjust that technique somewhat based on the situation and expectations: he might finish a piece for close viewing to satisfy his client or grab the public's attention; and sometimes he might be driven to such finish by his enthusiasm, or misled into it by distraction, as I think Tintoret was, to some extent, in his Paradise, mentioned earlier. But there has never been a painting that truly works from a distance that didn’t appear somewhat unclear up close. What looks like folds of fabric from afar, appears up close as just a few random bits of golden color; what seems to be a solid limb from a distance is simply a grey shade with a blurred edge, so broken that it’s hard to see its limit; and what might be recognized as a person’s face from far away, is merely a patch of thin brown color bordered by a single flowing stroke of white paint, while three brown dabs on one edge, seen from ten feet away, turn into a mouth and eyes. The more skilled the artist, the more fascinating the difference will be between the apparent methods and the effect produced; and one of the most profound feelings related to art comes from recognizing this very oddity, along with a connection to the foresight and intent of the artist. In Turner, Tintoret, and Paul Veronese, the strength of perception, first regarding what should be created, and then how to achieve it, is so immense that I always feel in front of their paintings much like others would in the presence of a supernatural being. Casual speakers use the term "magic" to describe a great painter’s ability without truly grasping what they mean by it. They refer to a great truth. That ability is magical; so magical that, when properly understood, no magician's work could be more miraculous or more appalling; and although I'm not often hesitant to express myself out of fear, I would be worried about upsetting the reader if I accurately defined the kind and level of awe I’ve felt before Tintoret's Adoration of the Magi in Venice and Veronese's Marriage in Cana in the Louvre.
§ 16. It will now, I hope, be understood how easy it is for dull artists to mistake the mystery of great masters for carelessness, and their subtle concealment of intention for want of intention. For one person who can perceive the delicacy, invention, and veracity of Tintoret or Reynolds30 there are thousands who can perceive the dash of the brush and the confusion of the color. They suppose that the merit consists in dash and confusion, and that they may easily rival Reynolds by being unintelligible, and Tintoret by being impetuous. But I assure them, very seriously, that obscurity is not always admirable, nor impetuosity always right; that disorder does not necessarily imply discretion, nor haste, security. It is sometimes difficult to understand the words of a deep thinker; but it is equally difficult to understand an idiot; and young students will find it, on the whole, the best thing they can do to strive to be clear;31 not affectedly clear, but manfully and firmly. Mean something, and say something, whenever you touch canvas; yield neither to the affectation of precision nor of speed, and trust to time, and your honest labor, to invest your work gradually, in such measure and kind as your genius can reach, with the tenderness that comes of love, and the mystery that comes of power.
§ 16. I hope it's now clear how easy it is for uninspired artists to confuse the brilliance of great masters with carelessness, and their subtle intentions with having no intention at all. For every person who can appreciate the finesse, creativity, and truthfulness of Tintoretto or Reynolds30, there are thousands who only notice the bold brush strokes and chaotic colors. They think that skill lies in being bold and messy, assuming they can easily match Reynolds by being unclear, and Tintoretto by being hasty. But I seriously assure them that being obscure is not always admirable, nor is being impulsive always correct; that chaos doesn’t automatically mean thoughtfulness, nor does rushing guarantee safety. Sometimes it's hard to grasp the words of a profound thinker, but it's equally challenging to understand a fool; and young students will find that, overall, the best thing they can do is strive to be clear;31 not pretentiously clear, but strong and straightforward. Have something to express, and say something meaningful whenever you paint; avoid the fake precision of being overly meticulous or the rush of speed, and rely on time and your genuine effort to gradually enrich your work with the tenderness that comes from love and the depth that comes from strength.
26 In the clouds around Mount Sinai, in the picture of the Golden Calf; the smoke turning into angels, in the Cenacolo in San Giorgio Maggiore; and several other such instances.
26 In the clouds around Mount Sinai, in the image of the Golden Calf; the smoke transforming into angels, in the Last Supper at San Giorgio Maggiore; and several other similar examples.
27 Stanfield I call a definer, as opposed to Copley Fielding, because, though, like all other moderns, he paints cloud and storm, he will generally paint all the masts and yards of a ship, rather than merely her black bows glooming through the foam; and all the rocks on a hill side, rather than the blue outline of the hill through the mist.
27 I refer to Stanfield as a definer, unlike Copley Fielding, because, although he, like other contemporary artists, paints clouds and storms, he usually depicts all the masts and sails of a ship instead of just its dark bow emerging through the waves; and all the rocks on a hillside rather than just the blue silhouette of the hill through the fog.
28 Compare, if at hand, my letter in the Times of the 5th of May, 1854, on Hunt's Light of the World. I extract the passage bearing chiefly on the point in question.
28 Compare, if possible, my letter in the Times from May 5, 1854, about Hunt's Light of the World. I’ll highlight the part that mainly addresses the issue at hand.
"As far as regards the technical qualities of Mr. Hunt's painting, I would only ask the spectator to observe this difference between true Pre-Raphaelite work and its imitations. The true work represents all objects exactly as they would appear in nature, in the position and at the distances which the arrangement of the picture supposes. The false work represents them with all their details, as if seen through a microscope. Examine closely the ivy on the door in Mr. Hunt's picture, and there will not be found in it a single clear outline. All is the most exquisite mystery of color; becoming reality at its due distance. In like manner, examine the small gems on the robe of the figure. Not one will be made out in form, and yet there is not one of all those minute points of green color, but it has two or three distinctly varied shades of green in it, giving its mysterious value and lustre. The spurious imitations of Pre-Raphaelite work represent the most minute leaves and other objects with sharp outlines, but with no variety of color, and with none of the concealment, none of the infinity of nature."
"As for the technical qualities of Mr. Hunt's painting, I just want to point out the difference between true Pre-Raphaelite work and its imitations. The real work shows everything exactly as it looks in nature, in the positions and distances that the arrangement of the picture suggests. The fake work shows them in all their details, as if viewed through a microscope. If you look closely at the ivy on the door in Mr. Hunt's painting, you'll see that it doesn't have a single clear outline. It's all a stunning mystery of color, becoming reality from a proper distance. Similarly, look at the small gems on the figure's robe. Not one can be clearly defined in shape, but each tiny green dot has two or three distinctly different shades of green, giving it a mysterious value and shine. The counterfeit imitations of Pre-Raphaelite work depict the smallest leaves and other objects with sharp outlines, but lack any variety of color and don't capture the concealment or infinite details of nature."
30 Reynolds is usually admired for his dash and speed. His true merit is in an ineffable subtlety combined with his speed. The tenderness of some of Reynolds' touches is quite beyond telling.
30 Reynolds is often praised for his flair and quickness. His real strength lies in a certain indescribable finesse that goes hand in hand with his speed. The gentleness of some of Reynolds' strokes is truly remarkable.
31 Especially in distinction of species of things. It may be doubtful whether in a great picture we are to represent the bloom upon a grape, but never doubtful that we are to paint a grape so as to be known from a cherry.
31 Especially when distinguishing different types of things. It might be uncertain whether we should show the shine on a grape in a big painting, but it’s never uncertain that we should depict a grape in a way that clearly distinguishes it from a cherry.
CHAPTER V.
OF TURNERIAN MYSTERY:—SECONDLY, WILFUL.
§ 1. In the preceding chapter we were concerned only with the mystery necessary in all great art. We have yet to inquire into the nature of that more special love of concealment in which Turner is the leading representative of modern cloud-worship; causing Dr. Waagen sapiently to remark that "he" had here succeeded in combining "a crude painted medley with a general foggy appearance."32
§ 1. In the previous chapter, we focused solely on the mystery that is essential in all great art. Now, we need to look into the more specific love of concealment, where Turner stands out as a key figure in modern cloud appreciation; prompting Dr. Waagen to wisely comment that "he" had managed to blend "a rough painted mix with an overall foggy look."32
As, for defence of his universal indistinctness, my appeal was in the last chapter to universal fact, so, for defence of this special indistinctness, my first appeal is in this chapter to special fact. An English painter justifiably loves fog, because he is born in a foggy country; as an Italian painter justifiably loves clearness, because he is born in a comparatively clear country. I have heard a traveller familiar with the East complain of the effect in a picture of Copley Fielding's, that "it was such very bad weather." But it ought not to be bad weather to the English. Our green country depends for its life on those kindly rains and floating swirls of cloud; we ought, therefore, to love them and to paint them.
As, to defend his overall vagueness, my appeal in the last chapter was to general facts, so, to defend this particular vagueness, my first appeal in this chapter is to specific facts. An English painter justifiably loves fog because he was born in a foggy country; similarly, an Italian painter rightfully loves clarity because he was born in a relatively clear country. I once heard a traveler who knew the East criticize the effect in a painting by Copley Fielding, saying, "It was such very bad weather." But to the English, it shouldn't seem like bad weather. Our green countryside relies on those gentle rains and drifting clouds, so we should appreciate and paint them.
§ 2. But there is no need to rest my defence on this narrow English ground. The fact is, that though the climates of the South and East may be comparatively clear, they are no more absolutely clear than our own northern air; and that wherever a landscape-painter is placed, if he paints faithfully, he will have continually to paint effects of mist. Intense clearness, whether in the North after or before rain, or in some moments of twilight in the South, is always, as far as I am acquainted 69 with natural phenomena, a notable thing. Mist of some sort, or mirage, or confusion of light, or of cloud, are the general facts; the distance may vary in different climates at which the effects of mist begin, but they are always present; and therefore, in all probability it is meant that we should enjoy them.
§ 2. But I don’t need to base my defense on this narrow English perspective. The truth is, while the climates of the South and East might be comparatively clear, they are not any more absolutely clear than our own northern skies; and wherever a landscape painter finds himself, if he paints truthfully, he will constantly have to capture effects of mist. Intense clarity, whether in the North after or before rain, or during certain moments of twilight in the South, is always, as far as I know about natural phenomena, a notable occurrence. Some kind of mist, or mirage, or confusion of light, or clouds are common characteristics; the distance at which mist effects begin may vary depending on the climate, but they are always there; and so, it seems likely that we are meant to appreciate them.
§ 3. Nor does it seem to me in any wise difficult to understand why they should be thus appointed for enjoyment. In former parts of this work we were able to trace a certain delightfulness in every visible feature of natural things which was typical of any great spiritual truth; surely, therefore, we need not wonder now, that mist and all its phenomena have been made delightful to us, since our happiness as thinking beings must depend on our being content to accept only partial knowledge, even in those matters which chiefly concern us. If we insist upon perfect intelligibility and complete declaration in every moral subject, we shall instantly fall into misery of unbelief. Our whole happiness and power of energetic action depend upon our being able to breathe and live in the cloud; content to see it opening here and closing there; rejoicing to catch, through the thinnest films of it, glimpses of stable and substantial things; but yet perceiving a nobleness even in the concealment, and rejoicing that the kindly veil is spread where the untempered light might have scorched us, or the infinite clearness wearied.
§ 3. It doesn't seem difficult to understand why they should be made enjoyable. Earlier in this work, we identified a certain charm in every visible aspect of nature that reflected significant spiritual truths. Therefore, it's not surprising that mist and all its phenomena have been made delightful to us, since our happiness as thinking beings relies on our willingness to accept only partial knowledge, even in matters that are most important to us. If we demand complete understanding and full clarity on every moral issue, we will quickly fall into the despair of disbelief. Our overall happiness and ability to take action depend on our capacity to exist and thrive in ambiguity; being content to see things opening in some places and closing in others; enjoying the fleeting glimpses of solid and substantial things through the thin veils of mist; while also recognizing a certain nobility in the mystery, and appreciating that the gentle veil is there to protect us from overwhelming brightness or the exhaustion of absolute clarity.
§ 4. And I believe that the resentment of this interference of the mist is one of the forms of proud error which are too easily mistaken for virtues. To be content in utter darkness and ignorance is indeed unmanly, and therefore we think that to love light and seek knowledge must always be right. Yet (as in all matters before observed,) wherever pride has any share in the work, even knowledge and light may be ill pursued. Knowledge is good, and light is good, yet man perished in seeking knowledge, and moths perished in seeking light; and if we, who are crushed before the moth, will not accept such mystery as is needful for us, we shall perish in like manner. But, accepted in humbleness, it instantly becomes an element of pleasure; and I think that every rightly constituted mind ought to rejoice, not so much in knowing anything clearly, as in feeling that there is infinitely more which it cannot know. None but 70 proud or weak men would mourn over this, for we may always know more if we choose, by working on; but the pleasure is, I think, to humble people, in knowing that the journey is endless, the treasure inexhaustible,—watching the cloud still march before them with its summitless pillar, and being sure that, to the end of time and to the length of eternity, the mysteries of its infinity will still open farther and farther, their dimness being the sign and necessary adjunct of their inexhaustibleness. I know there are an evil mystery and a deathful dimness,—the mystery of the great Babylon—the dimness of the sealed eye and soul; but do not let us confuse these with the glorious mystery of the things which the angels "desire to look into," or with the dimness which, even before the clear eye and open soul, still rests on sealed pages of the eternal volume.
§ 4. I believe that resenting the interference of the mist is one of those forms of arrogant error that are often mistakenly seen as virtues. Being okay with complete darkness and ignorance is truly unmanly, so we think that loving light and seeking knowledge is always right. Yet, as we've noted before, whenever pride plays a role, even the pursuit of knowledge and light can go wrong. Knowledge is valuable, and light is invaluable, but people have perished in their pursuit of knowledge, and moths have lost their lives in their quest for light; if we, who are humbled next to the moth, refuse to accept the mysteries that we need, we will meet a similar fate. However, when embraced humbly, it immediately becomes a source of joy; and I believe that anyone with a well-ordered mind should find happiness not so much in knowing something clearly, but in realizing that there is infinitely more they cannot grasp. Only proud or weak individuals would lament this, because we can always learn more if we choose to keep working; but the true pleasure, I believe, lies in understanding that the journey is endless, the treasure is limitless—watching the cloud continue to move before us with its unending height, and knowing that, for all time and eternity, the mysteries of its infinity will keep unfolding, with their obscurity being a sign and essential part of their inexhaustibility. I recognize that there is a malevolent mystery and a deadly dimness—the mystery of great Babylon—the dimness of the closed eye and soul; but let's not confuse these with the glorious mystery of the things that the angels "long to look into," nor with the dimness that still lingers over sealed pages of the eternal book, even in front of the clear eye and open soul.
§ 5. And going down from this great truth to the lower truths which are types of it in smaller matters, we shall find, that as soon as people try honestly to see all they can of anything, they come to a point where a noble dimness begins. They see more than others; but the consequence of their seeing more is, that they feel they cannot see all; and the more intense their perception, the more the crowd of things which they partly see will multiply upon them; and their delight may at last principally consist in dwelling on this cloudy part of their prospect, somewhat casting away or aside what to them has become comparatively common, but is perhaps the sum and substance of all that other people see in the thing, for the utmost subtleties and shadows and glancings of it cannot be caught but by the most practised vision. And as a delicate ear rejoices in the slighter and more modulated passages of sound which to a blunt ear are utterly monotonous in their quietness, or unintelligible in their complication, so, when the eye is exquisitely keen and clear, it is fain to rest on grey films of shade, and wandering rays of light, and intricacies of tender form, passing over hastily, as unworthy or commonplace, what to a less educated sense appears the whole of the subject.33 In painting, this progress of the eye is marked always by one consistent sign—its sensibility, namely, 71 to effects of gradation in light and color, and habit of looking for them, rather even than for the signs of the essence of the subject. It will, indeed, see more of that essence than is seen by other eyes; and its choice of the points to be seized upon will be always regulated by that special sympathy which we have above examined as the motive of the Turnerian picturesque; but yet, the more it is cultivated, the more of light and color it will perceive, the less of substance.
§ 5. As we move from this significant truth to smaller truths that reflect it, we discover that when people genuinely try to understand everything they can about something, they reach a stage where a noble haziness begins. They can see more than others, but the downside of this expanded vision is the realization that they cannot see everything. The more intense their perception, the more they will notice a blend of things that they only see partly, and their enjoyment may mainly come from focusing on this unclear aspect of their view, somewhat dismissing what has become relatively ordinary for them. However, that ordinary aspect might be the essence of what others see in the subject, since only the most practiced vision can catch its utmost subtleties and nuances. Just as a sensitive ear finds joy in the delicate and varied sounds that might seem utterly monotonous or confusing to a less discerning ear, an exceptionally sharp and clear eye tends to linger on shades of grey, fleeting rays of light, and complex forms, often overlooking what appears whole and complete to a less developed sense. In painting, this progression of the eye is consistently marked by one clear sign—its sensitivity to the effects of gradation in light and color, and its tendency to seek these effects out, sometimes even more than the essence of the subject itself. It will indeed perceive more of that essence than other eyes do, and its choices about what to focus on will always be guided by the specific sympathy we discussed earlier as the reason behind the Turnerian picturesque; however, the more it is refined, the more light and color it will notice, while understanding less of the substance.
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§ 6. Thus, when the eye is quite uncultivated, it sees that a man is a man, and a face is a face, but has no idea what shadows or lights fall upon the form or features. Cultivate it to some degree of artistic power, and it will then see shadows distinctly, but only the more vigorous of them. Cultivate it still farther, and it will see light within light, and shadow within shadow, and will continually refuse to rest in what it had already discovered, that it may pursue what is more removed and more subtle, until at last it comes to give its chief attention and display its chief power on gradations which to an untrained faculty are partly matters of indifference, and partly imperceptible. That these subtle gradations have indeed become matters of primal importance to it, may be ascertained by observing that they are the things it will last part with, as the object retires into distance; and that, though this distance may become so great as to render the real nature of the object quite undiscernible, the gradations of light upon it will not be lost.
§ 6. So, when the eye is completely untrained, it recognizes that a man is a man and a face is a face, but it doesn't understand the shadows or highlights that fall on the form or features. If you train it to a certain level of artistic ability, it will then see shadows clearly, but only the stronger ones. If you train it even more, it will see light within light and shadow within shadow, constantly refusing to settle for what it has already found, in order to explore what is more distant and subtle, until it ultimately focuses its main attention and shows its greatest skill on details that seem unimportant or even imperceptible to an untrained eye. You can tell that these subtle details have become extremely important to it because they are the first things it will give up as the subject moves away; and even if that distance becomes so great that the true nature of the subject is no longer clear, the gradations of light on it will still be visible.
§ 7. For instance, Fig. 1, on the opposite page, Plate 26, is a tolerably faithful rendering of the look of a wall tower of a Swiss town as it would be seen within some hundred yards of it. Fig. 2 is (as nearly as I can render it) a facsimile of Turner's actual drawing of this tower, at a presumed distance of about half a mile. It has far less of intelligible delineation, either of windows, cornices, or tiles; but intense care has still been given to get the pearly roundness of the side, and the exact relations of all the tones of shade. And now, if Turner wants to remove the tower still farther back, he will gradually let the windows and stones all disappear together, before he will quit his shadows and delicately centralized rays. At Fig. 3 the tower is nearly gone, but the pearly roundness of it and principal lights of it are there still. At Fig. 4 (Turner's ultimate condition in 72 distance) the essence of the thing is quite unintelligible; we cannot answer for its being a tower at all. But the gradations of light are still there, and as much pains have been taken to get them as in any of the other instances. A vulgar artist would have kept something of the form of the tower, expressing it by a few touches; and people would call it a clever drawing. Turner lets the tower melt into air, but still he works half an hour or so over those delicate last gradations, which perhaps not many people in England besides himself can fully see, as not many people can understand the final work of a great mathematician. I assume, of course, in this example, that the tower, as it grows less and less distinct, becomes part of the subject of a larger picture. Fig. 1 represents nearly what Turner's treatment of it would be if it were the principal subject of a vignette; and Fig. 4 his treatment of it as an object in the extreme distance of a large oil picture. If at the same supposed distance it entered into a smaller drawing, so as to be much smaller in size, he might get the gradations with less trouble, sometimes even by a single sweep of the brush; but some gradation would assuredly be retained, though the tower were diminished to the height of one of the long letters of this type.
§ 7. For example, Fig. 1, on the opposite page, Plate 26, fairly represents the appearance of a wall tower in a Swiss town as viewed from about a hundred yards away. Fig. 2 is (as closely as I can reproduce it) a near-exact copy of Turner's actual drawing of this tower from an estimated distance of about half a mile. It has much less clarity when it comes to windows, cornices, or tiles; however, great care has still been taken to capture the pearly roundness of the side and the precise relationships of all the shades. Now, if Turner wants to move the tower even farther back, he will allow the windows and stones to completely fade away before letting go of his shadows and finely centered rays. In Fig. 3, the tower is nearly gone, but its pearly roundness and key highlights remain. In Fig. 4 (Turner's final state in distance), the essence of it is almost unrecognizable; we can hardly confirm it's a tower at all. But the gradations of light are still present, and as much effort has been put into them as in any of the other examples. A less skilled artist would have retained some shape of the tower, expressing it with a few lines; and people might describe it as a clever drawing. Turner allows the tower to fade away, yet he spends another half hour or so refining those subtle final gradations, which perhaps only a few people in England, like himself, can truly see, just as not many can grasp the final work of a great mathematician. I’m assuming here that as the tower becomes less distinct, it becomes part of a larger picture. Fig. 1 shows nearly how Turner would treat it if it were the main focus of a vignette; and Fig. 4 shows how he would handle it as an object in the far distance of a large oil painting. If, at the same presumed distance, it were part of a smaller drawing, being much smaller overall, he might capture the gradations with less effort, sometimes even with a single brushstroke; but some gradation would definitely be kept, even if the tower were reduced to the height of one of the long letters of this type.
§ 8. "But is Turner right in doing this?"
§ 8. "But is Turner correct in doing this?"
Yes. The truth is indeed so. If you watch any object as it fades in distance, it will lose gradually its force, its intelligibility, its anatomy, its whole comprehensible being; but it will never lose its gradation of light. Up to the last moment, what light is seen on it, feebly glimmering and narrowed almost to a point or a line, is still full of change. One part is brighter than another, and brighter with as lovely and tender increase as it was when nearest to us; and at last, though a white house ten miles away will be seen only as a small square spot of light, its windows, doors, or roof, being as utterly invisible as if they were not in existence, the gradation of its light will not be lost; one part of the spot will be seen to be brighter than another.
Yes. The truth is indeed so. If you watch any object as it fades into the distance, it will gradually lose its strength, clarity, structure, and entire understandable presence; but it will never lose its light gradation. Up until the very last moment, the light that can be seen on it, dimly flickering and narrowing almost to a point or line, is still full of change. One part is brighter than another, and it increases in brightness just as beautifully and gently as when it was closest to us; and finally, even though a white house ten miles away is seen only as a small square of light, its windows, doors, or roof will be completely invisible, as if they don’t exist, the gradation of its light will remain; one part of the spot will still appear brighter than another.
§ 9. Is there not a deep meaning in this? We, in our daily looking at the thing, think that its own make is the most important part of it. Windows and porticos, eaves and cornices, how interesting and how useful are they! Surely, the chief importance of the thing is in these. No; not in these; but in 73 the play of the light of heaven upon it. There is a place and time when all those windows and porticos will be lost sight of; when the only question becomes, "what light had it?" How much of heaven was looking upon it? What were the broad relations of it, in light and darkness, to the sky and earth, and all things around it? It might have strange humors and ways of its own—many a rent in its wall, and many a roughness on its roof; or it might have many attractivenesses and noblenesses of its own—fair mouldings and gay ornaments; but the time comes when all these are vain, and when the slight, wandering warmth of heaven's sunshine which the building itself felt not, and not one eye in a thousand saw, becomes all in all. I leave the reader to follow out the analogies of this.
§ 9. Isn't there a deeper meaning in this? In our everyday view of things, we tend to think that their construction is the most important part. Windows and porches, eaves and cornices—how fascinating and useful they are! Surely, the main importance lies in these features. No; it’s not in these; it’s in the 73 way the light from the sky interacts with it. There will come a time when those windows and porches fade from view; when the only question will be, “What light did it have?” How much of the sky was shining on it? What were its broad relationships in light and darkness to the sky, earth, and everything around it? It might have its own peculiarities and characteristics—many cracks in its walls and rough spots on its roof; or it might have many appealing and noble features—beautiful moldings and vibrant decorations; but the moment arrives when all these become insignificant, and the gentle, wandering warmth of the sun’s rays, which the building itself didn’t notice and which not one person in a thousand saw, becomes everything. I leave it to the reader to explore the analogies of this.
§ 10. "Well, but," it is still objected, "if this be so, why is it necessary to insist, as you do always, upon the most minute and careful renderings of form?"
§ 10. "Well, but," it is still argued, "if this is the case, why do you always insist on the most detailed and careful interpretations of form?"
Because, though these gradations of light are indeed, as an object dies in distance, the only things it can retain, yet as it lives its active life near us, those very gradations can only be seen properly by the effect they have on its character. You can only show how the light affects the object, by knowing thoroughly what the object is; and noble mystery differs from ignoble, in being a veil thrown between us and something definite, known, and substantial; but the ignoble mystery is a veil cast before chaos, the studious concealment of Nothing.
Because even though these variations in light are indeed the only things an object can hold onto as it fades into the distance, while it’s actively living close to us, those very variations can only be understood by the impact they have on its character. You can demonstrate how the light influences the object by thoroughly understanding what the object is; and noble mystery differs from ignoble mystery in that it is a veil placed between us and something clear, known, and substantial. In contrast, ignoble mystery is a veil that hides chaos, an intentional concealment of Nothing.
§ 11. There is even a way in which the very definiteness of Turner's knowledge adds to the mystery of his pictures. In the course of the first volume I had several times occasion to insist on the singular importance of cast shadows, and the chances of their sometimes gaining supremacy in visibility over even the things that cast them. Now a cast shadow is a much more curious thing than we usually suppose. The strange shapes it gets into—the manner in which it stumbles over everything that comes in its way, and frets itself into all manner of fantastic schism, taking neither the shape of the thing that casts it, nor of that it is cast upon, but an extraordinary, stretched, flattened, fractured, ill-jointed anatomy of its own—cannot be imagined until one is actually engaged in shadow-hunting. If any of these wayward umbræ are faithfully remembered and set 74 down by the painter, they nearly always have an unaccountable look, quite different from anything one would have invented or philosophically conjectured for a shadow; and it constantly happens, in Turner's distances, that such strange pieces of broken shade, accurately remembered, or accurately invented, as the case may be, cause a condition of unintelligibility, quaint and embarrassing almost in exact proportion to the amount of truth it contains.
§ 11. There's even a way that the exactness of Turner's knowledge adds to the mystery of his paintings. Throughout the first volume, I often highlighted the unique importance of cast shadows and how they can sometimes become more visible than the objects that create them. A cast shadow is actually much more intriguing than we usually think. The unusual shapes it takes—the way it clumsily interacts with everything in its path, and how it twists itself into all sorts of bizarre forms, not resembling either the object that casts it or the surface it falls on, but instead an extraordinary, stretched, flattened, broken, ill-fitted version of its own—can't be fully appreciated until you dive into shadow-hunting. If any of these unpredictable shadows are carefully recalled and portrayed by the artist, they usually appear strangely unique, completely different from what anyone could have imagined or logically deduced for a shadow; and it often happens in Turner's landscapes that these odd, fragmented patches of shade, whether accurately remembered or created, lead to a sense of confusion that feels quaint and awkward, almost in proportion to how much truth they contain. 74
§ 12. I believe the reader must now sufficiently perceive that the right of being obscure is not one to be lightly claimed; it can only be founded on long effort to be intelligible, and on the present power of being intelligible to the exact degree which the nature of the thing admits. Nor shall we, I hope, any more have difficulty in understanding how the noble mystery and the ignoble, though direct opposites, are yet continually mistaken for each other—the last aping the first; and the most wretched artists taking pride in work which is simply slurred, slovenly, ignorant, empty, and insolent, as if it were nobly mysterious (just as a drunkard who cannot articulate supposes himself oracular); whereas the noble art-mystery, as all noble language-mystery, is reached only by intense labor. Striving to speak with uttermost truth of expression, weighing word against word, and wasting none, the great speaker, or writer, toils first into perfect intelligibleness, then, as he reaches to higher subject, and still more concentrated and wonderful utterance, he becomes ambiguous—as Dante is ambiguous,—half a dozen different meanings lightening out in separate rays from every word, and, here and there, giving rise to much contention of critics as to what the intended meaning actually was. But it is no drunkard's babble for all that, and the men who think it so, at the third hour of the day, do not highly honor themselves in the thought.
§ 12. I think the reader should now clearly see that claiming the right to be obscure isn't something to be taken lightly; it can only be justified by a long effort to be understandable, and by the current ability to be understandable to the exact extent that the nature of the subject allows. I hope we also won’t struggle to grasp how noble mystery and ignoble mystery, although they are direct opposites, are often confused with each other—the latter imitating the former; and the most mediocre artists take pride in work that is merely careless, messy, ignorant, empty, and arrogant, as if it were nobly mysterious (just like a drunken person who can't express themselves believes they’re being profound); meanwhile, true noble art-mystery, like all noble language-mystery, is achieved only through intense effort. Striving to communicate with the utmost clarity, carefully choosing each word and wasting none, the great speaker or writer first works towards complete clarity, and then, as they tackle more complex subjects and create even more concentrated and remarkable expressions, they become ambiguous—like Dante is ambiguous—many different meanings shining through each word, occasionally sparking much debate among critics about what the intended meaning actually was. But it’s definitely not the ramblings of a drunkard, and those who think so, especially when inebriated, don’t have a high opinion of themselves in such moments.
§ 13. And now observe how perfectly the conclusions arrived at here consist with those of the third chapter, and how easily we may understand the meaning of that vast weight of authority which we found at first ranged against the clouds, and strong in arms on the side of intelligibility. Nearly all great men must, for the reasons above given, be intelligible. Even, if they are to be the greatest, still they must struggle through intelligibility 75 to obscurity; if of the second class, then the best thing they can do, all their lives through, is to be intelligible. Therefore the enormous majority of all good and true men will be clear men; and the drunkards, sophists, and sensualists will, for the most part, sink back into the fog-bank, and remain wrapt in darkness, unintelligibility, and futility. Yet, here and there, once in a couple of centuries, one man will rise past clearness, and become dark with excess of light.
§ 13. Now, notice how perfectly the conclusions we've drawn here agree with those from the third chapter, and how easily we can grasp the significance of that great amount of authority we initially saw standing against confusion, strong and clearly focused on understandability. Almost all great individuals must, for the reasons mentioned above, be understandable. Even if they are among the greatest, they still must navigate through clarity to reach obscurity; if they are in the second tier, then the best thing they can do throughout their lives is to remain understandable. Therefore, the vast majority of all good and genuine people will be clear individuals; and the alcoholics, tricksters, and hedonists will mostly fade back into the fog, remaining shrouded in darkness, confusion, and meaninglessness. Yet, every few centuries, one person will rise above clarity and become obscured by an excess of light. 75
§ 14. "Well, then, you mean to say that the tendency of this age to general cloudiness, as opposed to the old religious clearness of painting, is one of degradation; but that Turner is this one man who has risen past clearness?"
§ 14. "So, you’re saying that the trend in this era toward overall ambiguity, compared to the previous religious clarity in painting, is a decline; but that Turner is the one person who has moved beyond clarity?"
Yes. With some modifications of the saying, I mean that; but those modifications will take us a little time to express accurately.
Yes. With some changes to the saying, I mean that; but those changes will take us a little time to express accurately.
For, first, it will not do to condemn every minor painter utterly, the moment we see he is foggy. Copley Fielding, for instance, was a minor painter; but his love of obscurity in rain clouds, and dew-mist on downs, was genuine love, full of sweetness and happy aspiration; and, in this way, a little of the light of the higher mystery is often caught by the simplest men when they keep their hearts open.
For starters, we shouldn't completely dismiss every minor painter just because their work seems unclear. Take Copley Fielding, for example; he was a minor painter, but his genuine love for capturing the obscurity of rain clouds and dew on the hills was full of sweetness and hopeful longing. In this way, even the simplest artists can sometimes catch a glimpse of deeper truths when they stay open-hearted.
§ 15. Neither will it be right to set down every painter for a great man, the moment we find he is clear; for there is a hard and vulgar intelligibility of nothingness, just as there is an ambiguity of nothingness. And as often, in conversation, a man who speaks but badly and indistinctly has, nevertheless, got much to say; and a man who speaks boldly and plainly may yet say what is little worth hearing; so, in painting, there are men who can express themselves but blunderingly, and yet have much in them to express; and there are others who talk with great precision, whose works are yet very impertinent and untrustworthy assertions. Sir Joshua Reynolds is full of fogginess and shortcomings as compared with either of the Caraccis; but yet one Sir Joshua is worth all the Caraccis in Europe; and so, in our modern water-color societies, there are many men who define clearly enough, all whose works, put together, are not worth a careless blot by Cox or Barrett.
§ 15. It’s also not fair to consider every painter a great artist just because they seem clear; there’s a raw and basic clarity in emptiness, just like there’s vagueness in nothingness. Similarly, in conversation, a person who speaks poorly and unclearly may have a lot to say, while someone who speaks clearly and confidently might have little of value to share. In painting, some artists express themselves clumsily but have a lot to offer, while others communicate with great precision yet produce works that are ultimately irrelevant and unreliable. Sir Joshua Reynolds has many flaws compared to the Caraccis, but one Reynolds is worth more than all the Caraccis in Europe; and in today’s watercolor scenes, there are plenty of artists who define their work clearly, yet collectively their creations aren’t worth even a casual smudge by Cox or Barrett.
We have seen, in our investigation of Greek landscape, Homer's intense love of the aspen poplar. For once, in honor of Homer and the Greeks, I will take an aspen for the subject of comparison, and glance at the different modes in which it would have been, or was, represented from the earliest to the present stage of landscape art.
We have seen, in our study of the Greek landscape, Homer's deep appreciation for the aspen poplar. For this occasion, in tribute to Homer and the Greeks, I will use the aspen as a point of comparison and look at the various ways it has been represented from the earliest times to today in landscape art.
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27. The Aspen, under Idealization. |
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28. Aspen, Unidealized. |
The earliest manner which comes within our field of examination is that of the thirteenth century. Fig. 1. Plate 27 is an aspen out of the wood in which Absalom is slain, from a Psalter in my own possession, executed, certainly, after the year 1250, and before 1272; the other trees in the wood being, first, of course, the oak in which Absalom is caught, and a sycamore. All these trees are somewhat more conventional than is even usual at the period; though, for this reason, the more characteristic as examples of earliest work. There is no great botanical accuracy until some forty years later (at least in painting); so that I cannot be quite sure, the leaf not being flat enough at the base, that this tree is meant for an aspen: but it is so in all probability; and, whether it be or not, serves well enough to mark the definiteness and symmetry of the old art,—a symmetry which, be it always observed, is NEVER formal or unbroken. This tree, though it looks formal enough, branches unequally at the top of the stem. But the lowest figure in Plate 7, Vol. III. is a better example from the MS. Sloane, 1975, Brit. Mus. Every plant in that herbarium is drawn with some approach to accuracy, in leaf, root, and flower; while yet all are subjected to the sternest conventional arrangement; colored in almost any way that pleases the draughtsman, and set on quaint grounds of barred color, like bearings on shields;34 one side of the plant always balancing the other, but never without some transgression or escape from the law of likeness, as in the heads of the cyclamen flower, and several other parts of this design. It might seem at first, that the root was more carelessly drawn than the rest, and uglier in color; but this is in pure conscientiousness. 77 The workman knew that a root was ugly and earthy; he would not make it ornamental and delicate. He would sacrifice his pleasant colors and graceful lines at once for the radical fact; and rather spoil his page than flatter a fibre.
The earliest style we’re looking at dates back to the thirteenth century. Fig. 1. Plate 27 shows an aspen from the forest where Absalom is killed, taken from a Psalter I own, created definitely after 1250 and before 1272; the other trees in the forest include, of course, the oak where Absalom is caught, and a sycamore. All these trees are somewhat more stylized than what was typical at the time; however, for that reason, they stand out as notable examples of early work. There’s no real botanical accuracy until about forty years later (at least in painting); so, I can’t be entirely sure what this tree is meant to be, as the leaf isn't flat enough at the base to confirm it’s an aspen. Still, it’s likely meant to represent one; and regardless, it effectively highlights the clarity and symmetry of the old art— a symmetry that, it should always be noted, is NEVER formal or unbroken. This tree, despite its somewhat formal appearance, has branches that spread unevenly at the top. However, the lowest figure in Plate 7, Vol. III. serves as a better example from MS. Sloane, 1975, Brit. Mus. Every plant in that collection is drawn with a degree of accuracy in the leaf, root, and flower; yet all are subjected to the strictest conventional arrangement, colored in almost any way the artist prefers, and placed on whimsical backgrounds of blocked colors, like heraldic designs; 34 one side of the plant always balances the other, but there’s always some deviation or break from the law of similarity, as seen in the heads of the cyclamen flower, among other elements of this design. At first glance, it might seem that the root is drawn more carelessly than the rest and is an unattractive color; but this is a matter of pure integrity. 77 The artist understood that a root is unappealing and earthy; he wouldn’t make it look ornamental and delicate. He would readily sacrifice his pleasing colors and graceful lines for the sake of reality, preferring to ruin his page than to prettify a fiber.
§ 17. Here, then, we have the first mediæval condition of art, consisting in a fenced, but varied, symmetry; a perfect definiteness; and a love of nature, more or less interfered with by conventionalism and imperfect knowledge. Fig. 2 in Plate 27 represents the next condition of mediæval art, in which the effort at imitation is contending with the conventional type. This aspen is from the MS. Cotton, Augustus, A. 5, from which I have already taken an example of rocks to compare with Leonardo's. There can be no doubt here about the species of the tree intended, as throughout the MS. its illuminator has carefully distinguished the oak, the willow, and the aspen; and this example, though so small (it is engraved of the actual size), is very characteristic of the aspen ramification; and in one point, of ramification in general, namely, the division of the tree into two masses, each branching outwards, not across each other. Whenever a tree divides at first into two or three nearly equal main branches, the secondary branches always spring from the outside of the divided ones, just as, when a tree grows under a rock or wall, it shoots away from it, never towards it. The beautiful results of this arrangement we shall trace in the next volume; meantime, in the next Plate (28) I have drawn the main35 ramifications of a real aspen, growing freely, but in a sheltered place, as far as may be necessary to illustrate the point in question.
§ 17. Here, we have the first medieval state of art, which features a fenced but varied symmetry, a clear definition, and an appreciation of nature that is somewhat affected by conventionality and limited understanding. Fig. 2 in Plate 27 shows the next stage of medieval art, where the attempt to imitate competes with the conventional style. This aspen is from the MS. Cotton, Augustus, A. 5, from which I've already taken an example of rocks to compare with Leonardo's work. There’s no doubt about the type of tree being represented, as the illuminator throughout the manuscript has clearly distinguished between the oak, the willow, and the aspen. This example, though small (it's engraved at actual size), is very characteristic of aspen branching. It illustrates one aspect of branching in general, namely, the tree's division into two masses, each extending outward rather than crossing one another. Whenever a tree splits into two or three nearly equal main branches, secondary branches always grow from the outside of the divided ones, just as when a tree grows by a rock or wall, it leans away from it, never toward it. We will explore the beautiful results of this structure in the next volume; in the meantime, in the next Plate (28), I have drawn the main35 branches of a real aspen, growing freely but in a sheltered spot, as necessary to illustrate the point in question.
§ 18. This example, Fig. 2 in Plate 27 is sufficiently characteristic of the purist mediæval landscape, though there is somewhat more leaning to naturalism than is usual at the period. The next example, Fig. 3, is from Turner's vignette of St. Anne's Hill (Rogers's Poems, p. 214). Turner almost always groups his trees, so that I have had difficulty in finding one on a small scale and isolated, which would be characteristic of him; nor is this one completely so, for I had no access to the original vignette, it being, I believe, among the drawings that 78 have been kept from the public, now these four years, because the Chancery lawyers do not choose to determine the meaning of Turner's perfectly intelligible, though informal, will; and Mr. Goodall's engraving, which I have copied, though right in many respects, is not representative of the dotted touch by which Turner expressed the aspen foliage. I have not, however, ventured to alter it, except only by adding the extremities where they were hidden in the vignette by the trelliswork above.
§ 18. This example, Fig. 2 in Plate 27, represents a typical purist medieval landscape, although it shows a bit more naturalism than what was common at the time. The next example, Fig. 3, is from Turner's vignette of St. Anne's Hill (Rogers's Poems, p. 214). Turner usually groups his trees, which made it hard for me to find a small, isolated one that truly captures his style; this one isn’t entirely representative either, as I couldn't access the original vignette, which I believe has been kept private for the last four years because the Chancery lawyers haven’t clarified the meaning of Turner's clearly understandable but informal will. Mr. Goodall's engraving, which I’ve copied, is accurate in many ways, but it doesn’t reflect the dotted style Turner used to depict the aspen foliage. However, I haven't changed it, except for adding the edges that were hidden by the trelliswork above in the vignette.
The principal difference between the Turnerian aspen and the purist aspen is, it will be seen, in the expression of lightness and confusion of foliage, and roundness of the tree as a mass; while the purist tree, like the thirteenth century one, is still flat. All attempt at the expression of individual leaves is now gone, the tree being too far off to justify their delineation; but the direction of the light, and its gradations, are carefully studied.
The main difference between the Turnerian aspen and the purist aspen lies in how they express lightness and the chaotic arrangement of foliage, along with the overall rounded shape of the tree. In contrast, the purist tree, similar to those from the thirteenth century, appears flat. There's no longer any effort to depict individual leaves since the tree is too distant to warrant that level of detail; however, the direction and variations of light are carefully observed.
§ 19. Fig. 6 is a tolerable facsimile36 of a little chalk sketch of Harding's; quite inimitable in the quantity of life and truth obtained by about a quarter of a minute's work; but beginning to show the faulty vagueness and carelessness of modernism. The stems, though beautifully free, are not thoroughly drawn or rounded; and in the mass of the tree, though well formed, the tremulousness and transparency of leafage are lost. Nor is it possible, by Harding's manner of drawing, to express such ultimate truths; his execution, which, in its way, no one can at all equal (the best chalk drawing of Calame and other foreign masters being quite childish and feeble in comparison), is yet sternly limited in its reach, being originally based on the assumption that nothing is to be delicately drawn, and that the method is only good which insures specious incompletion.
§ 19. Fig. 6 is an acceptable imitation 36 of a small chalk sketch by Harding; it’s quite unique in the amount of life and truth captured in just about a quarter of a minute's work, but it’s starting to show the blurry vagueness and carelessness of modern style. The stems, while beautifully loose, aren't fully drawn or rounded, and in the tree's mass, although well-formed, the delicate movement and transparency of the leaves are missing. Plus, it’s impossible to convey such ultimate truths with Harding's drawing style; his technique, which no one can match, is remarkably limiting. This is because it’s based on the idea that nothing should be drawn with fine detail and that only methods that guarantee false incompleteness are valuable.
It will be observed, also, that there is a leaning first to one side, then to the other, in Harding's aspen, which marks the wild picturesqueness of modernism as opposed to the quiet but stiff dignity of the purist (Fig. 2); Turner occupying exactly the intermediate place.
It can also be seen that Harding's aspen leans first to one side and then to the other, showcasing the wild charm of modernism in contrast to the calm but rigid dignity of the purist (Fig. 2); Turner sits perfectly in between.
The next example (Fig. 5) is an aspen of Constable's, on the 79 left in the frontispiece to Mr. Leslie's life of him. Here we have arrived at the point of total worthlessness, the tree being as flat as the old purist one, but, besides, wholly false in ramification, idle, and undefined in every respect; it being, however, just possible still to discern what the tree is meant for, and therefore, the type of the worst modernism not being completely established.
The next example (Fig. 5) is an aspen by Constable, located on the 79 left side of the frontispiece to Mr. Leslie's biography of him. At this point, we have reached a level of total worthlessness, as the tree is as flat as the outdated purist style, but it’s also entirely unrealistic in its branching, lackluster, and vague in every way. However, it is still just possible to see what the tree is intended to represent, so the worst type of modernism isn’t completely confirmed yet.
§ 20. Fig. 4 establishes this type, being the ordinary condition of tree treatment in our blotted water-color drawings; the nature of the tree being entirely lost sight of, and no accurate knowledge, of any kind, possessed or communicated.
§ 20. Fig. 4 establishes this type, which is the usual way we treat trees in our messy watercolor drawings; the essence of the tree is completely overlooked, and no accurate understanding, of any sort, is held or shared.
Thus, from the extreme of definiteness and light, in the thirteenth century (the middle of the Dark Ages!), we pass to the extreme of uncertainty and darkness, in the middle of the nineteenth century.
Thus, from the peak of clarity and enlightenment in the thirteenth century (the height of the Dark Ages!), we move to the peak of uncertainty and confusion in the middle of the nineteenth century.
As, however, the definite mediæval work has some faults, so the indefinite modern work has some virtues, its very uncertainty enabling it to appeal pleasantly to the imagination (though in an inky manner, as described above, Vol. III. Chap. x. § 10), and sometimes securing qualities of color which could no otherwise be obtained. It ought, however, if we would determine its true standing, to be compared, not with the somewhat forced and narrow decision of the thirteenth century, but with the perfect and well-informed decision of Albert Durer and his fellow-workmen. For the proper representation of these there was no room in this plate; so, in Plate 25, above, on each side of the daguerreotyped towers of Fribourg, I have given, Fig. 1, a Dureresque, and Fig. 3, a Blottesque, version of the intermediate wall. The latter version may, perhaps, be felt to have some pleasantness in its apparent ease; and it has a practical advantage, in its capability of being executed in a quarter of a minute, while the Dureresque statement cannot be made in less than a quarter of an hour. But the latter embraces not only as much as is worth the extra time, but even an infinite of contents, beyond and above the other, for the other is in no single place clear in its assertion of anything; whereas the Dureresque work, asserting clearly many most interesting facts about the grass on the ledges, the bricks of the windows, and the growth of the foliage, is forever a useful and trustworthy 80 record; the other forever an empty dream. If it is a beautiful dream, full of lovely color and good composition, we will not quarrel with it; but it can never be so, unless it is founded first on the Dureresque knowledge, and suggestive of it, through all its own mystery or incompletion. So that by all students the Dureresque is the manner to be first adopted, and calmly continued as long as possible; and if their inventive instincts do not, in after life, force them to swifter or more cloudy execution,—if at any time it becomes a matter of doubt with them how far to surrender their gift of accuracy,—let them be assured that it is best always to err on the side of clearness; to live in the illumination of the thirteenth century rather than the mysticism of the nineteenth, and vow themselves to the cloister rather than to lose themselves in the desert.
As the specific medieval work has its flaws, the vague modern work has its strengths, with its uncertainty allowing it to appeal to the imagination in a somewhat dark way, as mentioned above, Vol. III. Chap. x. § 10, and sometimes achieving qualities of color that wouldn't be possible otherwise. However, to truly assess its value, it should be compared not to the somewhat forced and limited decisions of the thirteenth century, but to the refined and knowledgeable judgments of Albert Durer and his contemporaries. There wasn't enough space in this plate for a proper representation of these, so in Plate 25, above, next to the daguerreotypes of the towers of Fribourg, I have included Fig. 1, a Dureresque version, and Fig. 3, a Blottesque version of the intermediate wall. The latter might be seen as pleasantly easy to execute, and it has the practical benefit of being completed in about a quarter of a minute, while the Dureresque version cannot be done in less than a quarter of an hour. However, the Dureresque work captures not only the value of the extra time but contains an infinite amount of detail that the other lacks, as the latter doesn't clearly assert anything in any single place; meanwhile, the Dureresque work clearly presents many fascinating facts about the grass on the ledges, the bricks of the windows, and the growth of the foliage, making it a useful and reliable record, while the other remains an empty dream. If it is a beautiful dream, full of lovely colors and good composition, we won't argue with it; but it can never be truly appreciated unless it is rooted first in Dureresque knowledge, suggesting it through all its mysteries or incompleteness. Therefore, all students should initially adopt the Dureresque style and maintain it as long as possible; if their creative instincts later push them toward faster or less clear execution—if they ever doubt how far to compromise their accuracy—they should remember that it's always best to err on the side of clarity; to exist in the light of the thirteenth century rather than the mysticism of the nineteenth, and commit themselves to the cloister rather than get lost in the wilderness.
§ 21. I am afraid the reader must be tired of this matter; and yet there is one question more which I must for a moment touch upon, in conclusion, namely, the mystery of clearness itself. In an Italian twilight, when, sixty or eighty miles away, the ridge of the Western Alps rises in its dark and serrated blue against the crystalline vermilion, there is still unsearchableness, but an unsearchableness without cloud or concealment,—an infinite unknown, but no sense of any veil or interference between us and it: we are separated from it not by any anger or storm, not by any vain and fading vapor, but only by the deep infinity of the thing itself. I find that the great religious painters rejoiced in that kind of unknowableness, and in that only; and I feel that even if they had had all the power to do so, still they would not have put rosy mists and blue shadows behind their sacred figures, but only the far-away sky and cloudless mountains. Probably the right conclusion is that the clear and cloudy mysteries are alike noble; but that the beauty of the wreaths of frost mist, folded over banks of greensward deep in dew, and of the purple clouds of evening, and the wreaths of fitful vapor gliding through groves of pine, and irised around the pillars of waterfalls, is more or less typical of the kind of joy which we should take in the imperfect knowledge granted to the earthly life, while the serene and cloudless mysteries set forth that belonging to the redeemed life. But of one thing I am well assured, that so far as the clouds are regarded, not as 81 concealing the truth of other things, but as themselves true and separate creations, they are not usually beheld by us with enough honor; we have too great veneration for cloudlessness. My reasons for thinking this I will give in the next chapter; here we have, I believe, examined as far as necessary, the general principles on which Turner worked, and justified his adoption of them so far as they contradicted preceding practice.
§ 21. I’m afraid the reader must be tired of this topic; and yet there’s one more question I have to briefly address in conclusion, specifically, the mystery of clearness itself. In an Italian twilight, when, sixty or eighty miles away, the ridge of the Western Alps stands out in its dark and jagged blue against the bright vermilion sky, there is still something unfathomable, but it’s an unfathomable quality without clouds or concealment—an infinite unknown, yet there’s no feeling of a veil or obstruction between us and it: we’re separated not by any anger or storm, nor by any fleeting mist, but only by the deep infinity of the thing itself. I’ve noticed that the great religious painters found joy in that kind of unknowableness, and that alone; and I feel that even if they could have, they would not have placed rosy mists and blue shadows behind their sacred figures, but only the distant sky and cloudless mountains. Probably the right conclusion is that both clear and cloudy mysteries are equally noble; however, the beauty of the frost mist wreaths over dew-soaked green grass, the purple clouds of evening, and the shifting vapor through pine groves, circling around waterfall pillars, represents the kind of joy we should find in the incomplete knowledge given to our earthly lives, while the serene and cloudless mysteries reflect what belongs to the redeemed life. But I’m certain of one thing: when we view clouds not as something hiding the truth of other things, but as true and distinct creations themselves, they aren’t usually seen by us with enough respect; we place too much reverence on cloudlessness. I will explain my reasoning for this in the next chapter; here, I believe we’ve explored sufficiently the general principles on which Turner worked and justified his choices as they contrasted with earlier practices.
It remains for us to trace, with more observant patience, the ground which was marked out in the first volume; and, whereas in that volume we hastily compared the truth of Turner with that of preceding landscapists, we shall now, as closely as possible, examine the range of what he himself has done and felt, and the way in which it is likely to influence the future acts and thoughts of men.
It’s time for us to carefully explore the territory outlined in the first volume. While we quickly compared Turner’s truth with that of earlier landscape artists in that volume, we will now thoroughly examine what he has done and felt, and how it is likely to impact the future actions and thoughts of people.
§ 22. And I shall attempt to do this, first, by examining what the real effect of the things painted—clouds, or mountains, or whatever else they may be—is, or ought to be, in general, on men's minds, showing the grounds of their beauty or impressiveness as best I can; and then examining how far Turner seems to have understood these reasons of beauty, and how far his work interprets, or can take the place of nature. But in doing this, I shall, for the sake of convenience, alter the arrangement which I followed in the first volume; and instead of examining the sky first, treat of it last; because, in many illustrations which I must give of other things, I shall have to introduce pieces of sky background which will all be useful for reference when I can turn back to them from the end of the book, but which I could not refer to in advance without anticipating all my other illustrations. Nevertheless, some points which I have to note respecting the meaning of the sky are so intimately connected with the subjects we have just been examining, that I cannot properly defer their consideration to another place; and I shall state them, therefore, in the next chapter, afterwards proceeding, in the order I adopted in the first volume, to examine the beauty of mountains, water, and vegetation.
§ 22. I will try to do this by first looking at how the things depicted—clouds, mountains, or anything else—impact people's minds, showing why they are beautiful or impressive, as best as I can. Then I will explore how well Turner seems to grasp these reasons for beauty and how much his work reflects, or can replace, nature. To make this easier, I will change the order from what I followed in the first volume; instead of discussing the sky first, I will leave it for last. Many illustrations I need to include of other elements will involve pieces of sky background, which will be useful to reference later when I return to them at the end of the book, but I can't refer to them upfront without jumping ahead of my other illustrations. However, there are some important points about the meaning of the sky that are closely tied to the topics we've just discussed, so I can't wait to address them in a different section. I will therefore cover them in the next chapter, then continue in the order I used in the first volume to explore the beauty of mountains, water, and vegetation.
32 Art and Artists in England, vol. ii., p. 151. The other characteristics which Dr. Waagen discovers in Turner are, "such a looseness of treatment, such a total want of truth, as I never before met with."
32 Art and Artists in England, vol. ii., p. 151. The other features that Dr. Waagen finds in Turner are "a looseness of style and a complete lack of truth that I've never encountered before."
33 And yet, all these intricacies will produce for it another whole; as simple and natural as the child's first conception of the thing; only more comprehensive. See above, Chap. III., § 21.
33 And yet, all these details will create a complete understanding; as straightforward and instinctive as a child's initial grasp of the concept; just more expansive. See above, Chap. III., § 21.
34 Compare Vol. III. Chap. XIV. § 13. Touching the exact degree in which ignorance or incapacity is mingled with wilful conventionalism in this drawing, we shall inquire in the chapters on Vegetation.
34 Compare Vol. III. Chap. XIV. § 13. Regarding the precise extent to which ignorance or inability is mixed with deliberate conventionalism in this drawing, we will explore this in the chapters on Vegetation.
CHAPTER VI.
THE FIRMAMENT.
§ 1. The task which we now enter upon, as explained in the close of the preceding chapter, is the ascertaining as far as possible what the proper effect of the natural beauty of different objects ought to be on the human mind, and the degree in which this nature of theirs, and true influence, have been understood and transmitted by Turner.
§ 1. The job we are about to undertake, as explained at the end of the previous chapter, is to determine as accurately as possible what the proper impact of the natural beauty of various objects should be on the human mind, and how well this quality and true influence have been comprehended and conveyed by Turner.
I mean to begin with the mountains, for the sake of convenience in illustration; but, in the proper order of thought, the clouds ought to be considered first; and I think it will be well, in this intermediate chapter, to bring to a close that line of reasoning by which we have gradually, as I hope, strengthened the defences around the love of mystery which distinguishes our modern art; and to show, on final and conclusive authority, what noble things these clouds are, and with what feeling it seems to be intended by their Creator that we should contemplate them.
I want to start with the mountains for the sake of convenience in illustration; but really, we should consider the clouds first. I think it makes sense, in this intermediate chapter, to conclude the reasoning we've gradually developed to reinforce the love of mystery that defines our modern art. I also want to show, based on solid authority, how magnificent these clouds are, and the sense in which their Creator seems to intend for us to reflect on them.
§ 2. The account given of the stages of Creation in the first chapter of Genesis, is in every respect clear and intelligible to the simplest reader, except in the statement of the work of the second day. I suppose that this statement is passed over by careless readers without an endeavor to understand it; and contemplated by simple and faithful readers as a sublime mystery, which was not intended to be understood. But there is no mystery in any other part of the chapter, and it seems to me unjust to conclude that any was intended here.
§ 2. The description of the stages of Creation in the first chapter of Genesis is clear and easy to understand for even the simplest reader, except for what is said about the work on the second day. I think careless readers overlook this statement without trying to grasp its meaning, while sincere and faithful readers see it as a profound mystery that wasn’t meant to be understood. However, there’s no mystery in any other part of the chapter, and it seems unfair to assume there was any intended here.
And the passage ought to be peculiarly interesting to us, as being the first in the Bible in which the heavens are named, and the only one in which the word "Heaven," all important as that word is to our understanding of the most precious promises of Scripture, receives a definite explanation.
And this passage should be especially interesting to us because it's the first one in the Bible that mentions the heavens, and it's the only time the word "Heaven," which is crucial for understanding some of the most cherished promises in Scripture, is given a clear explanation.
Let us, therefore, see whether, by a little careful comparison of the verse with other passages in which the word occurs, we may not be able to arrive at as clear an understanding of this portion of the chapter as of the rest.
Let’s take a moment to compare this verse with other places where the word appears, so we can get as clear an understanding of this part of the chapter as we have of the rest.
§ 3. In the first place, the English word "Firmament" itself is obscure and useless; because we never employ it but as a synonym of heaven; it conveys no other distinct idea to us; and the verse, though from our familiarity with it we imagine that it possesses meaning, has in reality no more point or value than if it were written, "God said let there be a something in the midst of the waters, and God called the something Heaven."
§ 3. First of all, the English word "Firmament" is confusing and pointless; we only use it as a synonym for heaven, and it doesn't give us any other clear concept. The verse, even though we think it has meaning because we're so used to it, actually has no more significance or value than if it said, "God said let there be a something in the middle of the waters, and God called the something Heaven."
But the marginal reading, "Expansion," has definite value; and the statement that "God said, let there be an expansion in the midst of the waters, and God called the expansion Heaven," has an apprehensible meaning.
But the marginal reading, "Expansion," is definitely valuable; and the statement that "God said, let there be an expansion in the midst of the waters, and God called the expansion Heaven," has a clear meaning.
§ 4. Accepting this expression as the one intended, we have next to ask what expansion there is, between two waters, describable by the term Heaven. Milton adopts the term "expanse;"37 but he understands it of the whole volume of the air which surrounds the earth. Whereas, so far as we can tell, there is no water beyond the air, in the fields of space; and the whole expression of division of waters from waters is thus rendered valueless.
§ 4. Accepting this expression as the intended one, we now need to ask what expansion there is, between two bodies of water, that can be described by the term Heaven. Milton uses the term "expanse;"37 but he interprets it as encompassing the entire volume of air surrounding the earth. However, as far as we can determine, there is no water beyond the air in the realms of space; therefore, the whole idea of separating waters from waters becomes meaningless.
§ 5. Now, with respect to this whole chapter, we must remember always that it is intended for the instruction of all mankind, not for the learned reader only; and that, therefore, the most simple and natural interpretation is the likeliest in general to be the true one. An unscientific reader knows little about the manner in which the volume of the atmosphere surrounds the earth; but I imagine that he could hardly glance at the sky when rain was falling in the distance, and see the level line of the bases of the clouds from which the shower descended, without being able to attach an instant and easy meaning to the words "Expansion in the midst of the waters." And if, having 84 once seized this idea, he proceeded to examine it more accurately, he would perceive at once, if he had ever noticed anything of the nature of clouds, that the level line of their bases did indeed most severely and stringently divide "waters from waters," that is to say, divide water in its collective and tangible state, from water in its divided and aerial state; or the waters which fall and flow, from those which rise and float. Next, if we try this interpretation in the theological sense of the word Heaven, and examine whether the clouds are spoken of as God's dwelling place, we find God going before the Israelites in a pillar of cloud; revealing Himself in a cloud on Sinai; appearing in a cloud on the mercy seat, filling the Temple of Solomon with the cloud when its dedication is accepted; appearing in a great cloud to Ezekiel; ascending into a cloud before the eyes of the disciples on Mount Olivet; and in like manner returning to Judgment. "Behold, he cometh with clouds, and every eye shall see him." "Then shall they see the son of man coming in the clouds of heaven, with power and great glory."38 While farther, the "clouds" and "heavens" are used as interchangeable words in those Psalms which most distinctly set forth the power of God: "He bowed the heavens also, and came down; he made darkness pavilions round about him, dark waters, and thick clouds of the skies." And, again: "Thy mercy, oh Lord, is in the heavens, and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds." And, again: "His excellency is over Israel, and his strength is in the clouds." Again: "The clouds poured out water, the skies sent out a sound, the voice of thy thunder was in the heaven." Again: "Clouds and darkness are round about him, righteousness and judgment are the habitation of his throne; the heavens declare his righteousness, and all the people see his glory."
§ 5. Now, regarding this whole chapter, we must always remember that it’s meant for everyone, not just for scholarly readers; therefore, the simplest and most natural interpretation is usually the most accurate. A reader without a scientific background knows little about how the atmosphere surrounds the Earth, but I believe they could easily look up at the sky during a distant rainstorm and see the straight line of the cloud bases from which the rain is falling, instantly grasping the meaning of the phrase "Expansion in the midst of the waters." And if they were to explore this idea further, they would quickly recognize, if they've ever observed clouds, that the level line of their bases indeed distinctly separates "waters from waters," meaning it divides water in its collective, tangible form from water in its dispersed, gaseous form; or the waters that "fall" and "flow" from those that "rise" and "float." Next, if we apply this interpretation to the theological meaning of the word "Heaven" and consider whether clouds are referred to as God’s dwelling place, we find God leading the Israelites in a pillar of cloud; revealing Himself in a cloud on Sinai; appearing in a cloud on the mercy seat, filling Solomon’s Temple with a cloud when it was dedicated; showing Himself in a great cloud to Ezekiel; ascending into a cloud before the disciples on Mount Olivet; and similarly coming back to judge. "Behold, he comes with clouds, and every eye will see him." "Then they will see the Son of Man coming in the clouds of heaven, with power and great glory." While furthermore, the terms "clouds" and "heavens" are used interchangeably in those Psalms that most clearly express God’s power: "He bowed the heavens also, and came down; he made darkness his shelter, dark waters, and thick clouds of the skies." And again: "Your mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens, and your faithfulness reaches to the clouds." And again: "His excellency is over Israel, and his strength is in the clouds." Again: "The clouds poured out water, the skies sent out a sound, the voice of your thunder was in the heaven." Again: "Clouds and darkness are around him, righteousness and judgment are the foundation of his throne; the heavens declare his righteousness, and all people see his glory."
§ 6. In all these passages the meaning is unmistakable, if they possess definite meaning at all. We are too apt to take them merely for sublime and vague imagery, and therefore gradually to lose the apprehension of their life and power. The expression, 85 "He bowed the Heavens," for instance, is, I suppose, received by most readers as a magnificent hyperbole, having reference to some peculiar and fearful manifestation of God's power to the writer of the Psalm in which the words occur. But the expression either has plain meaning, or it has no meaning. Understand by the term "Heavens" the compass of infinite space around the earth, and the expression, "bowed the Heavens," however sublime, is wholly without meaning; infinite space cannot be bent or bowed. But understand by the "Heavens" the veil of clouds above the earth, and the expression is neither hyperbolical nor obscure; it is pure, plain, and accurate truth, and it describes God, not as revealing Himself in any peculiar way to David, but doing what he is still doing before our own eyes day by day. By accepting the words in their simple sense, we are thus led to apprehend the immediate presence of the Deity, and His purpose of manifesting Himself as near us whenever the storm-cloud stoops upon its course; while by our vague and inaccurate acceptance of the words we remove the idea of His presence far from us, into a region which we can neither see nor know; and gradually, from the close realization of a living God who "maketh the clouds his chariot," we refine and explain ourselves into dim and distant suspicion of an inactive God, inhabiting inconceivable places, and fading into the multitudinous formalisms of the laws of Nature.
§ 6. In all these passages, the meaning is clear, if they have any meaning at all. We often tend to view them as just grand and vague imagery, which leads us to gradually lose touch with their life and power. The phrase, 85 "He bowed the Heavens," for example, is likely seen by most readers as an impressive exaggeration, referring to some unique and awe-inspiring display of God's power experienced by the writer of the Psalm where these words appear. However, the phrase either has a straightforward meaning or it has no meaning at all. If we interpret "Heavens" as the vastness of infinite space surrounding the earth, then the phrase "bowed the Heavens," no matter how grand, is completely meaningless; infinite space cannot be bent or bowed. But if we consider "Heavens" to mean the layer of clouds above the earth, then the expression is neither exaggerated nor vague; it is straightforward, clear, and accurate truth, describing God not as having revealed Himself uniquely to David, but as doing what He continues to do before our eyes every day. By taking the words at their face value, we come to realize the immediate presence of the Divine and His intention to manifest Himself as close to us whenever storm clouds gather; whereas, by our vague and imprecise interpretation of the words, we push the idea of His presence far away into a realm we cannot see or understand; and gradually, from the clear awareness of a living God who "makes the clouds His chariot," we refine and complicate our understanding into a hazy and distant notion of an inactive God, living in unimaginable places, and fading into the complex formalities of the laws of Nature.
§ 7. All errors of this kind—and in the present day we are in constant and grievous danger of falling into them—arise from the originally mistaken idea that man can, "by searching, find out God—find out the Almighty to perfection;" that is to say by help of courses of reasoning and accumulations of science, apprehend the nature of the Deity in a more exalted and more accurate manner than in a state of comparative ignorance; whereas it is clearly necessary, from the beginning to the end of time, that God's way of revealing Himself to His creatures should be a simple way, which all those creatures may understand. Whether taught or untaught, whether of mean capacity or enlarged, it is necessary that communion with their Creator should be possible to all; and the admission to such communion must be rested, not on their having a knowledge of astronomy, but on their having a human soul. In order to render this 86 communion possible, the Deity has stooped from His throne, and has not only, in the person of the Son, taken upon Him the veil of our human flesh, but, in the person of the Father, taken upon Him the veil of our human thoughts, and permitted us, by His own spoken authority, to conceive Him simply and clearly as a loving Father and Friend;—a being to be walked with and reasoned with; to be moved by our entreaties, angered by our rebellion, alienated by our coldness, pleased by our love, and glorified by our labor; and, finally, to be beheld in immediate and active presence in all the powers and changes of creation. This conception of God, which is the child's, is evidently the only one which can be universal, and therefore the only one which for us can be true. The moment that, in our pride of heart, we refuse to accept the condescension of the Almighty, and desire Him, instead of stooping to hold our hands, to rise up before us into His glory,—we hoping that by standing on a grain of dust or two of human knowledge higher than our fellows, we may behold the Creator as He rises,—God takes us at our word; He rises, into His own invisible and inconceivable majesty; He goes forth upon the ways which are not our ways, and retires into the thoughts which are not our thoughts; and we are left alone. And presently we say in our vain hearts, "There is no God."
§ 7. All such errors—and nowadays we're often and seriously at risk of falling into them—come from the fundamentally mistaken belief that humans can, "through searching, discover God—fully understand the Almighty;" meaning they think they can grasp the nature of God through reasoning and accumulating scientific knowledge, in a way that's clearer and more accurate than if they were somewhat ignorant. However, it’s obvious that, from the beginning of time until now, the way God reveals Himself to His creations needs to be a simple one, understandable by all creatures. Whether learned or unlearned, whether of average intelligence or highly knowledgeable, it’s essential that everyone can connect with their Creator; and this connection shouldn't depend on their understanding of astronomy, but rather on their possessing a human soul. To make this connection possible, God has come down from His throne, and has not only, in the person of the Son, taken on the disguise of our human flesh, but also, in the person of the Father, taken on the disguise of our human thoughts, and allowed us, through His own spoken authority, to see Him simply and clearly as a loving Father and Friend; someone to walk with and reason with; who can be moved by our pleas, angered by our rebellion, distanced by our indifference, pleased by our love, and glorified by our efforts; ultimately, to be experienced directly and actively in all the forces and changes of creation. This understanding of God, which is a child’s view, is clearly the only one that can be universal, and therefore the only one that can be true for us. The moment we, in our pride, refuse to acknowledge the humility of the Almighty and instead want Him to rise up before us in His glory—hoping that by standing on a small foundation of human knowledge, we might see the Creator as He ascends—God responds to our aspirations; He rises into His own invisible and unfathomable majesty; He goes along paths that are not ours, and retreats into thoughts that are not ours; and we are left alone. And soon after, we declare in our empty hearts, "There is no God."
§ 8. I would desire, therefore, to receive God's account of His own creation as under the ordinary limits of human knowledge and imagination it would be received by a simply minded man; and finding that the "heavens and the earth" are spoken of always as having something like equal relation to each other ("thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them"), I reject at once all idea of the term "Heavens" being intended to signify the infinity of space inhabited by countless worlds; for between those infinite heavens and the particle of sand, which not the earth only, but the sun itself, with all the solar system, is in relation to them, no relation of equality or comparison could be inferred. But I suppose the heavens to mean that part of creation which holds equal companionship with our globe; I understand the "rolling of those heavens together as a scroll" to be an equal and relative destruction with the "melting of the elements in fervent heat;"39 87 and I understand the making the firmament to signify that, so far as man is concerned, most magnificent ordinance of the clouds;—the ordinance, that as the great plain of waters was formed on the face of the earth, so also a plain of waters should be stretched along the height of air, and the face of the cloud answer the face of the ocean; and that this upper and heavenly plain should be of waters, as it were, glorified in their nature, no longer quenching the fire, but now bearing fire in their own bosoms; no longer murmuring only when the winds raise them or rocks divide, but answering each other with their own voices from pole to pole; no longer restrained by established shores, and guided through unchanging channels, but going forth at their pleasure like the armies of the angels, and choosing their encampments upon the heights of the hills; no longer hurried downwards forever, moving but to fall, nor lost in the lightless accumulation of the abyss, but covering the east and west with the waving of their wings, and robing the gloom of the farther infinite with a vesture of divers colors, of which the threads are purple and scarlet, and the embroideries flame.
§ 8. Therefore, I would like to receive God's account of His own creation in a way that a straightforward person would understand, given the usual limits of human knowledge and imagination. Noticing that "the heavens and the earth" are always mentioned as having a kind of equal relationship to each other ("thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them"), I immediately dismiss the idea that the term "Heavens" refers to the vastness of space filled with countless worlds. Between those infinite heavens and a grain of sand, which connects not just to the earth but also to the sun and the whole solar system, no sense of equality or comparison can be made. Instead, I think of the heavens as that part of creation that exists alongside our planet; I interpret the "rolling of those heavens together as a scroll" to mean a simultaneous and relative destruction alongside the "melting of the elements in fervent heat;"39 87 and I understand the creation of the firmament to represent, from a human perspective, the splendid arrangement of clouds;—the arrangement that, just as the vast body of water was formed on the surface of the earth, a body of water should also stretch across the heights of the air, with the surface of the clouds reflecting the surface of the ocean; and that this upper and heavenly expanse should consist of waters, in a way, elevated in their nature, no longer extinguishing fire but now carrying fire within themselves; no longer just murmuring when winds stir them or rocks separate them, but speaking to each other with their own voices from pole to pole; no longer confined by set shores, or confined to fixed channels, but flowing freely like the armies of angels, choosing their camps on the hilltops; no longer rushing downwards endlessly, moving only to fall, nor lost in the dark depths of the abyss, but covering the east and west with their wings, dressing the gloom of the far infinite in a cloak of various colors, with threads of purple and scarlet, and fiery embroideries.
§ 9. This, I believe, is the ordinance of the firmament; and it seems to me that in the midst of the material nearness of these heavens God means us to acknowledge His own immediate presence as visiting, judging, and blessing us. "The earth shook, the heavens also dropped, at the presence of God." "He doth set His bow in the cloud," and thus renews, in the sound of every 88 drooping swathe of rain, his promises of everlasting love. "In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun;" whose burning ball, which without the firmament would be seen as an intolerable and scorching circle in the blackness of vacuity, is by that firmament surrounded with gorgeous service, and tempered by mediatorial ministries; by the firmament of clouds the golden pavement is spread for his chariot wheels at morning; by the firmament of clouds the temple is built for his presence to fill with light at noon; by the firmament of clouds the purple veil is closed at evening round the sanctuary of his rest; by the mists of the firmament his implacable light is divided, and its separated fierceness appeased into the soft blue that fills the depth of distance with its bloom, and the flush with which the mountains burn as they drink the overflowing of the dayspring. And in this tabernacling of the unendurable sun with men, through the shadows of the firmament, God would seem to set forth the stooping of His own majesty to men, upon the throne of the firmament. As the Creator of all the worlds, and the Inhabiter of eternity, we cannot behold Him; but, as the Judge of the earth and the Preserver of men, those heavens are indeed His dwelling-place. "Swear not, neither by heaven, for it is God's throne; nor by the earth, for it is his footstool." And all those passings to and fro of fruitful shower and grateful shade, and all those visions of silver palaces built about the horizon, and voices of moaning winds and threatening thunders, and glories of colored robe and cloven ray, are but to deepen in our hearts the acceptance, and distinctness, and dearness of the simple words, "Our Father which art in heaven."
§ 9. I believe this is the design of the heavens; and it seems to me that right in the midst of the closeness of these skies, God wants us to recognize His immediate presence as coming to us, judging us, and blessing us. "The earth shook, the heavens also dropped, at the presence of God." "He puts His bow in the cloud," renewing, with the sound of every drooping curtain of rain, His promises of everlasting love. "In them He has set up a tabernacle for the sun;" whose blazing ball, which without the heavens would appear as an unbearable and scorching circle against the emptiness of space, is surrounded by the heavens with beautiful service and tempered by mediating forces; through the cloud-filled sky, the golden path is spread for His chariot wheels in the morning; through the cloud-filled sky, the temple is built for His presence to fill with light at noon; through the cloud-filled sky, the purple veil closes at evening around the sanctuary of His rest; through the mists of the sky, His intense light is divided, and its separated fierceness calmed into the soft blue that fills the depths of distance with its beauty and the blush with which the mountains glow as they drink the overflowing of dawn. And in this dwelling of the unbearable sun with humans, through the shadows of the sky, God seems to display the humility of His own majesty to us, upon the throne of the heavens. As the Creator of all worlds and the Inhabitant of eternity, we cannot see Him; but as the Judge of the earth and the Preserver of humans, those heavens are indeed His home. "Swear not, neither by heaven, for it is God's throne; nor by the earth, for it is His footstool." And all those movements of fruitful rain and grateful shade, and all those visions of silver palaces built around the horizon, and voices of howling winds and threatening thunder, and glories of colored robes and divided rays, are just to deepen in our hearts the acceptance, clarity, and preciousness of the simple words, "Our Father which art in heaven."
"God made
The firmament, expanse of liquid, pure,
Transparent, elemental air, diffused
In circuit to the uttermost convex
Of this great round."
Paradise Lost, book vii.
"God created"
The sky, a vast expanse of liquid, clear,
Transparent, basic air, spread out
In a circle all the way to the outer edge
Of this huge sphere."
Paradise Lost, book 7.
38 The reader may refer to the following texts, which it is needless to quote: Exod. xiii. 21, xvi. 10, xix. 9, xxiv. 16, xxxiv. 5, Levit. xvi. 2, Num. x. 34, Judges v. 4, 1 Kings viii. 10, Ezek. i. 4, Dan. vii. 13, Matt. xxiv. 30, 1 Thess. iv. 17, Rev. i. 7.
38 The reader can refer to the following texts, which don’t need to be quoted: Exod. xiii. 21, xvi. 10, xix. 9, xxiv. 16, xxxiv. 5, Levit. xvi. 2, Num. x. 34, Judges v. 4, 1 Kings viii. 10, Ezek. i. 4, Dan. vii. 13, Matt. xxiv. 30, 1 Thess. iv. 17, Rev. i. 7.
39 Compare also Job, xxxvi. 29, "The spreading of the clouds, and the noise of his tabernacle;" and xxxviii. 33, "Knowest thou the ordinances of heaven? canst thou set the dominion thereof in the earth? canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds?"
39 Compare also Job, xxxvi. 29, "The way the clouds spread out, and the sound of His tabernacle;" and xxxviii. 33, "Do you know the laws of the heavens? Can you establish their rule on earth? Can you raise your voice to the clouds?"
Observe that in the passage of Addison's well known hymn—
Observe that in the passage of Addison's well-known hymn—
"The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim"—
"The wide open sky above,
With all the bright blue atmosphere,
And twinkling stars, a shining display,
Declare their great Creator."—
the writer has clearly the true distinctions in his mind; he does not use his words, as we too often accept them, in vain tautology. By the spacious firmament he means the clouds, using the word spacious to mark the true meaning of the Hebrew term: the blue ethereal sky is the real air or ether, blue above the clouds; the heavens are the starry space, for which he uses this word, less accurately, indeed, than the others, but as the only one available for this meaning.
the writer clearly understands the true distinctions in his mind; he doesn’t use his words, as we often do, in pointless repetition. By the spacious firmament, he means the clouds, using the word spacious to highlight the true meaning of the Hebrew term: the blue ethereal sky is the actual air or ether, blue above the clouds; the heavens refer to the starry space, which he uses this word for, though it’s less precise than the others, but it’s the only one available for this meaning.
CHAPTER VII.
THE DRY LAND.
§ 1. Having thus arrived at some apprehension of the true meaning and noble offices of the clouds, we leave farther inquiry into their aspects to another time, and follow the fixed arrangement of our subject; first, to the crests of the mountains. Of these also, having seen in our review of ancient and modern landscape various strange differences in the way men looked upon them, it will be well in the outset to ascertain, as far as may be, the true meaning and office.
§ 1. Now that we've gained some understanding of the true meaning and important roles of the clouds, we'll put off further exploration of their appearances for now and follow the set order of our topic, starting with the peaks of the mountains. In our review of ancient and modern landscapes, we've noticed various strange differences in how people perceive them, so it’s a good idea to first determine, as much as possible, their true meaning and role.
The words which marked for us the purpose of the clouds are followed immediately by those notable ones:—
The words that define the meaning of the clouds are immediately followed by those important ones:—
"And God said, Let the waters which are under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear."
"And God said, 'Let the waters under the sky be gathered together in one place, and let the dry land appear.'"
We do not, perhaps, often enough consider the deep significance of this sentence. We are too apt to receive it as the description of an event vaster only in its extent, not in its nature, than the compelling the Red Sea to draw back, that Israel might pass by. We imagine the Deity in like manner rolling the waves of the greater ocean together on a heap, and setting bars and doors to them eternally.
We probably don’t take enough time to think about the deep significance of this sentence. We tend to see it as just a description of an event that’s bigger in scale, not in its essence, than when the Red Sea parted so that Israel could pass through. We picture God doing something similar by piling up the waves of the vast ocean and putting up barriers and gates for them forever.
But there is a far deeper meaning than this in the solemn words of Genesis, and in the correspondent verse of the Psalm, "His hands prepared the dry land." Up to that moment the earth had been void, for it had been without form. The command that the waters should be gathered was the command that the earth should be sculptured. The sea was not driven to his place in suddenly restrained rebellion, but withdrawn to his place in perfect and patient obedience. The dry land appeared, not in level sands, forsaken by the surges, which those surges might again claim for their own; but in range beyond range of 90 swelling hill and iron rock, for ever to claim kindred with the firmament, and be companioned by the clouds of heaven.
But there’s a much deeper meaning in the serious words of Genesis, and in the corresponding verse of the Psalm, "His hands prepared the dry land." Until that moment, the earth had been void, as it was without form. The command to gather the waters was the command for the earth to be sculpted. The sea wasn’t forced into its place through sudden rebellion; it was gently withdrawn to its place in perfect, patient obedience. The dry land didn’t appear just as flat sands abandoned by the waves, which those waves could reclaim; instead, it emerged in range after range of 90 rising hills and solid rock, forever destined to connect with the heavens and be accompanied by the clouds above.
§ 2. What space of time was in reality occupied by the "day" of Genesis, is not, at present, of any importance for us to consider. By what furnaces of fire the adamant was melted, and by what wheels of earthquake it was torn, and by what teeth of glacier and weight of sea-waves it was engraven and finished into its perfect form, we may perhaps hereafter endeavor to conjecture; but here, as in few words the work is summed by the historian, so in few broad thoughts it should be comprehended by us; and as we read the mighty sentence, "Let the dry land appear," we should try to follow the finger of God, as it engraved upon the stone tables of the earth the letters and the law of its everlasting form; as, gulf by gulf, the channels of the deep were ploughed; and cape by cape, the lines were traced, with Divine foreknowledge, of the shores that were to limit the nations; and chain by chain, the mountain walls were lengthened forth, and their foundations fastened for ever; and the compass was set upon the face of the depth, and the fields, and the highest part of the dust of the world were made; and the right hand of Christ first strewed the snow on Lebanon, and smoothed the slopes of Calvary.
§ 2. The actual time that the "day" of Genesis took up isn't really important for us to think about right now. We might wonder how the adamant was melted by great fires, how earthquakes tore it apart, and how glaciers and massive waves shaped it into its perfect form. Perhaps we’ll get to that later; for now, we should grasp the brief summary given by the historian in just a few words. As we read the powerful command, "Let the dry land appear," we should try to envision God's hand at work, carving the earth's foundational letters and laws into stone; as one gulf after another was carved out, and as coastlines were drawn with Divine foresight to define the nations; as mountain ranges were extended and anchored forever; as the boundaries of the deep were established, and the landscapes and the highest parts of the earth's dust were formed; and how Christ's right hand first scattered the snow on Lebanon and shaped the slopes of Calvary.
§ 3. It is not, I repeat, always needful, in many respects it is not possible, to conjecture the manner, or the time, in which this work was done; but it is deeply necessary for all men to consider the magnificence of the accomplished purpose, and the depth of the wisdom and love which are manifested in the ordinances of the hills. For observe, in order to bring the world into the form which it now bears, it was not mere sculpture that was needed; the mountains could not stand for a day unless they were formed of materials altogether different from those which constitute the lower hills, and the surfaces of the valleys. A harder substance had to be prepared for every mountain chain; yet not so hard but that it might be capable of crumbling down into earth fit to nourish the alpine forest and the alpine flower; not so hard but that, in the midst of the utmost majesty of its enthroned strength, there should be seen on it the seal of death, and the writing of the same sentence that had gone forth against the human frame, "Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt 91 return."40 And with this perishable substance the most majestic forms were to be framed that were consistent with the safety of man; and the peak was to be lifted, and the cliff rent, as high and as steeply as was possible, in order yet to permit the shepherd to feed his flocks upon the slope, and the cottage to nestle beneath their shadow.
§ 3. It is not, I repeat, always necessary; in many ways, it isn't possible to guess the method or timing of how this work was done. However, it’s very important for everyone to appreciate the greatness of the achieved goal, and the depth of wisdom and love that can be seen in the laws of the hills. Consider that, to shape the world into its current form, it wasn’t just about sculpture; the mountains couldn’t exist for a day unless they were made of materials completely different from those that make up the lower hills and the valley surfaces. A tougher substance had to be created for each mountain range; yet not so tough that it couldn’t wear down into soil capable of nourishing the alpine forest and flowers. Not so tough that, amidst the highest majesty of its solid strength, one couldn’t see the mark of death and the message that echoed the same decree made against the human body, "You are dust, and to dust you shall 91 return."40 And with this fragile substance, the most magnificent shapes were to be formed that were safe for humans; the peak was to be raised, and the cliff steepened as much as possible, while still allowing the shepherd to graze his flocks on the slope and the cottage to rest in their shade.
§ 4. And observe, two distinct ends were to be accomplished in the doing this. It was, indeed, absolutely necessary that such eminences should be created, in order to fit the earth in any wise for human habitation; for without mountains the air could not be purified, nor the flowing of the rivers sustained, and the earth must have become for the most part desert plain, or stagnant marsh. But the feeding of the rivers and the purifying of the winds are the least of the services appointed to the hills. To fill the thirst of the human heart for the beauty of God's working,—to startle its lethargy with the deep and pure agitation of astonishment,—are their higher missions. They are as a great and noble architecture; first giving shelter, comfort, and rest; and covered also with mighty sculpture and painted legend. It is impossible to examine in their connected system the features of even the most ordinary mountain scenery, without concluding that it has been prepared in order to unite as far as possible, and in the closest compass, every means of delighting and sanctifying the heart of man. "As far as possible;" that is, as far as is consistent with the fulfilment of the sentence of condemnation on the whole earth. Death must be upon the hills; and the cruelty of the tempests smite them, and the briar and thorn spring up upon them: but they so smite, as to bring their rocks into the fairest forms; and so spring, as to make the very desert blossom as the rose. Even among our own hills of Scotland and Cumberland, though often too barren to be perfectly beautiful, and always too low to be perfectly sublime, it is strange how many deep sources of delight are gathered into the compass of their glens and vales; and how, down to the most secret cluster of their far-away flowers, and the idlest leap of their 92 straying streamlets, the whole heart of Nature seems thirsting to give, and still to give, shedding forth her everlasting beneficence with a profusion so patient, so passionate, that our utmost observance and thankfulness are but, at last, neglect of her nobleness, and apathy to her love. But among the true mountains of the greater orders the Divine purpose of appeal at once to all the faculties of the human spirit becomes still more manifest. Inferior hills ordinarily interrupt, in some degree, the richness of the valleys at their feet; the grey downs of Southern England, and treeless coteaux of Central France, and grey swells of Scottish moor, whatever peculiar charm they may possess in themselves, are at least destitute of those which belong to the woods and fields of the lowlands. But the great mountains lift the lowlands on their sides. Let the reader imagine, first, the appearance of the most varied plain of some richly cultivated country; let him imagine it dark with graceful woods, and soft with deepest pastures; let him fill the space of it, to the utmost horizon, with innumerable and changeful incidents of scenery and life; leading pleasant streamlets through its meadows, strewing clusters of cottages beside their banks, tracing sweet footpaths through its avenues, and animating its fields with happy flocks, and slow wandering spots of cattle; and when he has wearied himself with endless imagining, and left no space without some loveliness of its own, let him conceive all this great plain, with its infinite treasures of natural beauty and happy human life, gathered up in God's hands from one edge of the horizon to the other like a woven garment; and shaken into deep, falling folds, as the robes droop from a king's shoulders; all its bright rivers leaping into cataracts along the hollows of its fall, and all its forests rearing themselves aslant against its slopes, as a rider rears himself back when his horse plunges; and all its villages nestling themselves into the new windings of its glens; and all its pastures thrown into steep waves of greensward, dashed with dew along the edges of their folds, and sweeping down into endless slopes, with a cloud here and there lying quietly, half on the grass, half in the air; and he will have as yet, in all this lifted world, only the foundation of one of the great Alps. And whatever is lovely in the lowland scenery becomes lovelier in this change: the trees which grew heavily and 93 stiffly from the level line of plain assume strange curves of strength and grace as they bend themselves against the mountain side; they breathe more freely, and toss their branches more carelessly as each climbs higher, looking to the clear light above the topmost leaves of its brother tree: the flowers which on the arable plain fell before the plough, now find out for themselves unapproachable places, where year by year they gather into happier fellowship, and fear no evil; and the streams which in the level land crept in dark eddies by unwholesome banks, now move in showers of silver, and are clothed with rainbows, and bring health and life wherever the glance of their waves can reach.
§ 4. And notice, two distinct goals were meant to be achieved in doing this. It was truly essential that such heights be created to make the earth suitable for human habitation; for without mountains, the air couldn't be cleaned, nor could rivers flow properly, and the land would mostly be a desert or a stagnant swamp. But the nourishment of the rivers and the cleansing of the winds are the least of the services that the hills provide. Their higher purpose is to satisfy the human heart’s longing for the beauty of God’s creation—to awaken it from its dullness with profound and pure feelings of wonder. They stand as great and noble architecture; first offering shelter, comfort, and rest; and adorned with magnificent sculptures and painted stories. It's impossible to look at the features of even the most ordinary mountain landscape without realizing that it has been crafted to unite, as much as possible, various means of delighting and uplifting the human spirit. "As much as possible;" that is, as much as is compatible with the sentence of condemnation upon the entire earth. Death must be present on the hills; storms must strike them, and thorns must grow upon them: but they strike in a way that shapes their rocks into the most beautiful forms; and they sprout in a way that makes the desert bloom like a rose. Even among our own hills in Scotland and Cumberland, though often too barren to be perfectly beautiful, and always too low to be perfectly sublime, it’s remarkable how many deep sources of joy are contained within the confines of their glens and valleys; and how, down to the hidden clusters of their distant flowers and the playful leaps of their wandering streams, the whole heart of Nature seems eager to give, and continues to give, pouring forth her everlasting kindness with a generosity that is so patient and so passionate that our greatest observations and gratitude are merely, in the end, neglect of her greatness and indifference to her love. But among the true mountains of greater orders, the Divine purpose of calling out to all the aspects of the human spirit becomes even clearer. Lesser hills typically diminish the richness of the valleys below them; the grey downs of Southern England, the treeless hills of Central France, and the grey swells of Scottish moors, whatever unique charm they may have in themselves, lack the beauty found in the woods and fields of the lowlands. But the great mountains lift the lowlands on their sides. Let the reader first imagine the view of the most varied plain of a richly cultivated country; let them picture it dark with graceful woods and soft with lush pastures; let them fill the entirety of it, to the farthest horizon, with countless and shifting scenes of nature and life; leading pleasant streams through its meadows, placing clusters of cottages by their banks, tracing lovely pathways through its avenues, and bringing life to its fields with cheerful flocks and leisurely straying cattle; and when they have exhausted themselves with endless imagining, leaving no space without its own beauty, let them conceive all of this vast plain, with its infinite treasures of natural beauty and joyful human life, gathered up in God’s hands from one edge of the horizon to the other like a woven garment; and shaken into deep, flowing folds, as the robes fall from a king's shoulders; all its bright rivers leaping into waterfalls along the dips of its descent, and all its forests rising at an angle against its slopes, like a rider rearing back when his horse plunges; and all its villages nestled into the new turns of its glens; and all its pastures formed into steep waves of green grass, dotted with dew along the edges of their folds, and cascading down into endless slopes, with clouds resting here and there, half on the grass, half in the air; and they will have, in all this elevated world, only the foundation of one of the great Alps. And whatever is beautiful in the lowland scenery becomes even more beautiful in this transformation: the trees that grew heavily and stiffly from the flat plain now take on strange curves of strength and grace as they lean against the mountainside; they breathe more freely and toss their branches more carelessly as each climbs higher, looking toward the clear light above the topmost leaves of their neighboring trees; the flowers that on the plain were uprooted by the plow now seek out unapproachable spots where they gather year after year into happier communities, free from harm; and the streams that in the flatlands were trapped in dark eddies by unwholesome banks now flow in cascades of silver, adorned with rainbows, and bring health and life wherever the sight of their waves can reach.
§ 5. And although this beauty seems at first, in its wildness, inconsistent with the service of man, it is, in fact, more necessary to his happy existence than all the level and easily subdued land which he rejoices to possess. It seems almost an insult to the reader's intelligence to ask him to dwell (as if they could be doubted) on the uses of the hills; and yet so little, until lately, have those uses been understood, that, in the seventeenth century, one of the most enlightened of the religious men of his day (Fleming), himself a native of a mountain country, casting about for some reason to explain to himself the existence of mountains, and prove their harmony with the general perfectness of the providential government of creation, can light upon this reason only, "They are inhabited by the beasts."
§ 5. And even though this beauty might initially seem, in its wildness, out of sync with serving mankind, it actually plays a more crucial role in our happy existence than all the flat and easily managed land that we take pride in owning. It almost seems insulting to the reader's intelligence to ask them to consider (as if there could be any doubt) the uses of the hills; yet, until recently, these uses were so little understood that in the seventeenth century, one of the most enlightened religious figures of his time (Fleming), a native of a mountainous region, could only come up with this explanation for the existence of mountains to justify their harmony with the overall perfection of creation's governance: "They are inhabited by the beasts."
§ 6. It may not, therefore, even at this day, be altogether profitless or unnecessary to review briefly the nature of the three great offices which mountain ranges are appointed to fulfil, in order First use of mountains. To give motion to water. to preserve the health and increase the happiness of mankind. Their first use is of course to give motion to water. Every fountain and river, from the inch-deep streamlet that crosses the village lane in trembling clearness, to the massy and silent march of the everlasting multitude of waters in Amazon or Ganges, owe their play, and purity, and power, to the ordained elevations of the earth. Gentle or steep, extended or abrupt, some determined slope of the earth's surface is of course necessary, before any wave can so much as overtake one sedge in its pilgrimage; and how seldom do we enough consider, as we walk beside the margins of our pleasant 94 brooks, how beautiful and wonderful is that ordinance, of which every blade of grass that waves in their clear water is a perpetual sign; that the dew and rain fallen on the face of the earth shall find no resting-place; shall find, on the contrary, fixed channels traced for them, from the ravines of the central crests down which they roar in sudden ranks of foam, to the dark hollows beneath the banks of lowland pasture, round which they must circle slowly among the stems and beneath the leaves of the lilies; paths prepared for them, by which, at some appointed rate of journey, they must evermore descend, sometimes slow and sometimes swift, but never pausing; the daily portion of the earth they have to glide over marked for them at each successive sunrise, the place which has known them knowing them no more, and the gateways of guarding mountains opened for them in cleft and chasm, none letting them in their pilgrimage; and, from far off, the great heart of the sea calling them to itself! Deep calleth unto deep. I know not which of the two is the more wonderful,—that calm, gradated, invisible slope of the champaign land, which gives motion to the stream; or that passage cloven for it through the ranks of hill, which, necessary for the health of the land immediately around them, would yet, unless so supernaturally divided, have fatally intercepted the flow of the waters from far-off countries. When did the great spirit of the river first knock at those adamantine gates? When did the porter open to it, and cast his keys away for ever, lapped in whirling sand? I am not satisfied—no one should be satisfied—with that vague answer,—the river cut its way. Not so. The river found its way. I do not see that rivers, in their own strength, can do much in cutting their way; they are nearly as apt to choke their channels up, as to carve them out. Only give a river some little sudden power in a valley, and see how it will use it. Cut itself a bed? Not so, by any means, but fill up its bed, and look for another, in a wild, dissatisfied, inconsistent manner. Any way, rather than the old one, will better please it; and even if it is banked up and forced to keep to the old one, it will not deepen, but do all it can to raise it, and leap out of it. And although, wherever water has a steep fail, it will swiftly cut itself a bed deep into the rock or ground, it will not, when the rock is hard, cut a wider channel than it actually needs; 95 so that if the existing river beds, through ranges of mountain, had in reality been cut by the streams, they would be found, wherever the rocks are hard, only in the form of narrow and profound ravines,—like the well-known channel of the Niagara, below the fall; not in that of extended valleys. And the actual work of true mountain rivers, though often much greater in proportion to their body of water than that of the Niagara, is quite insignificant when compared with the area and depth of the valleys through which they flow; so that, although in many cases it appears that those larger valleys have been excavated at earlier periods by more powerful streams, or by the existing stream in a more powerful condition, still the great fact remains always equally plain, and equally admirable, that, whatever the nature and duration of the agencies employed, the earth was so shaped at first as to direct the currents of its rivers in the manner most healthy and convenient for man. The valley of the Rhone may, though it is not likely, have been in great part excavated in early time by torrents a thousand times larger than the Rhone; but it could not have been excavated at all, unless the mountains had been thrown at first into two chains, between which the torrents were set to work in a given direction. And it is easy to conceive how, under any less beneficent dispositions of their masses of hill, the continents of the earth might either have been covered with enormous lakes, as parts of North America actually are covered; or have become wildernesses of pestiferous marsh; or lifeless plains, upon which the water would have dried as it fell, leaving them for great part of the year desert. Such districts do exist, and exist in vastness: the whole earth is not prepared for the habitation of man; only certain small portions are prepared for him,—the houses, as it were, of the human race, from which they are to look abroad upon the rest of the world, not to wonder or complain that it is not all house, but to be grateful for the kindness of the admirable building, in the house itself, as compared with the rest. It would be as absurd to think it an evil that all the world is not fit for us to inhabit, as to think it an evil that the globe is no larger than it is. As much as we shall ever need is evidently assigned to us for our dwelling-place; the rest, covered with rolling waves or drifting sands, fretted with ice or crested with fire, is set before 96 us for contemplation in an uninhabitable magnificence; and that part which we are enabled to inhabit owes its fitness for human life chiefly to its mountain ranges, which, throwing the superfluous rain off as it falls, collect it in streams or lakes, and guide it into given places, and in given directions; so that men can build their cities in the midst of fields which they know will be always fertile, and establish the lines of their commerce upon streams which will not fail.
§ 6. Therefore, even today, it might be useful to briefly review the three main roles that mountain ranges play to maintain the health and happiness of humanity. Their primary function, of course, is to move water. Every fountain and river, from the shallow stream that gently flows through a village lane to the powerful currents of the Amazon or Ganges, derive their movement, clarity, and force from the elevated landforms of the earth. Whether gentle or steep, expansive or abrupt, a specific slope of the earth's surface is necessary for any wave to catch up with even a single blade of sedge in its journey; and how seldom do we consider, as we stroll beside our lovely brooks, the beauty and wonder of this system, signified by every blade of grass swaying in their clear waters—that the dew and rain that fall on the ground find no resting place; rather, they discover established channels traced for them, rushing from the ravines of central peaks down which they cascade in swift lines of foam, to the dark hollows under the banks of lowland pastures, where they must meander slowly among lily stalks and beneath their leaves; paths set out for them, along which, at a designated speed, they must constantly flow, sometimes slowly and sometimes rapidly, but never stopping; the daily area of the earth they must traverse is marked at each new sunrise, the places which have known them knowing them no more, and the gateways of guarding mountains opening for them through gaps and chasms, with none admitting them in their journey; and, from afar, the grand heart of the sea calling them to itself! Deep calls unto deep. I am unsure which is more remarkable—the gentle, gradual, invisible slope of the plains giving life to the stream; or the passage carved through the hills, essential for the health of the nearby land, that would have fatally blocked the flow of waters from distant lands if not for this extraordinary division. When did the great spirit of the river first knock at those unyielding gates? When was it welcomed in, with the porter casting his keys away forever, swept up in swirling sand? I am not satisfied—no one should be with the vague explanation that the river cut its own path. Not quite. The river found its way. I don't see rivers being able to cut their paths on their own; they're just as likely to clog their channels as to carve them. Just give a river a little burst of power in a valley, and watch how it reacts. Will it carve itself a bed? Not at all, but rather it will fill up its bed and search for another in a restless, capricious way. Any new course will suit it better than the old one. Even if it's banked and forced to stick to its old path, it won’t deepen it, but will do everything possible to raise it and leap out. While it's true that wherever water has a steep drop, it will quickly dig a deep bed into the rock or ground, it doesn't widen its channel more than it needs to when the rock is tough; therefore, if the existing riverbeds, through mountain ranges, had indeed been carved by the streams, they would be found as narrow and steep ravines wherever the rocks are hard, similar to the well-known channel of Niagara below the falls; not as expansive valleys. The actual impact of true mountain rivers, although often much greater compared to their volume of water than that of Niagara, is quite minor when viewed against the expanse and depth of the valleys they traverse; thus, even though it appears that larger valleys might have been shaped in earlier times by streams far more powerful than the current flow, or by the existing flow in a stronger state, the fundamental fact remains clear and equally impressive that, regardless of the nature and duration of the forces involved, the earth was initially formed to direct the course of its rivers in a way that serves humanity best. The Rhone valley may, though it's unlikely, have been largely carved out in ancient times by torrents much larger than the Rhone; but it could not have emerged at all unless the mountains had first been arranged into two chains, between which the torrents were guided in a specific direction. It's easy to imagine that, if the arrangements of the hills had been any less favorable, the continents might either have been covered with enormous lakes, as parts of North America truly are; or turned into wildernesses of deadly marsh; or barren plains where the water would dry up as it fell, leaving them mostly desert for much of the year. Such regions do exist in vast sizes: the entire earth is not made for human habitation; only select small areas are prepared for us—like the homes of the human race, from which we view the rest of the world, not to lament that it isn't all home, but to appreciate the kindness of the wonderful building that exists for us, compared to the rest. It would be just as absurd to consider it a misfortune that the entire world isn't suitable for us to live in, as to think of it as a flaw that the globe isn’t larger than it is. As much as we will ever need is clearly designated for our living space; the rest, whether cloaked by waves or shifting sands, marked by ice or fire, is laid before us as a realm of uninhabitable magnificence; and the part we are capable of inhabiting owes its suitability for human life mainly to its mountain ranges, which, shedding the excess rain as it falls, collect it into streams or lakes and direct it into specified places and along set paths; so that humans can establish their cities in the midst of fields they know will remain fertile, and lay the avenues of their commerce upon streams that are reliable.
§ 7. Nor is this giving of motion to water to be considered as confined only to the surface of the earth. A no less important function of the hills is in directing the flow of the fountains and springs, from subterranean reservoirs. There is no miraculous springing up of water out of the ground at our feet; but every fountain and well is supplied from a reservoir among the hills, so placed as to involve some slight fall or pressure, enough to secure the constant flowing of the stream. And the incalculable blessing of the power given to us in most valleys, of reaching by excavation some point whence the water will rise to the surface of the ground in perennial flow, is entirely owing to the concave disposition of the beds of clay or rock raised from beneath the bosom of the valley into ranks of enclosing hills.
§ 7. The movement of water isn't just limited to the surface of the earth. Another important role of the hills is to guide the flow of fountains and springs from underground reservoirs. There’s no miraculous emergence of water from the ground beneath us; every fountain and well is fed by a reservoir in the hills, positioned in a way that creates a slight drop or pressure, ensuring the continuous flow of the stream. The invaluable benefit we have in many valleys of digging down to a point where water rises to the surface in a steady flow is entirely due to the curved arrangement of clay or rock layers lifted from beneath the valley, forming enclosing hills.
§ 8. The second great use of mountains is to maintain a constant change in the currents and nature of the air. Such change would, of course, have been partly caused by differences in soils and vegetation, even if the earth had been level; but to Second use. To give motion to air. a far less extent than it is now by the chains of hills, which exposing on one side their masses of rock to the full heat of the sun (increased by the angle at which the rays strike on the slope), and on the other casting a soft shadow for leagues over the plains at their feet, divide the earth not only into districts, but into climates, and cause perpetual currents of air to traverse their passes, and ascend or descend their ravines, altering both the temperature and nature of the air as it passes, in a thousand different ways; moistening it with the spray of their waterfalls, sucking it down and beating it hither and thither in the pools of their torrents, closing it within clefts and caves, where the sunbeams never reach, till it is as cold as November mists, then sending it forth again to breathe softly across the slopes of velvet fields, or to be 97 scorched among sunburnt shales and grassless crags; then drawing it back in moaning swirls through clefts of ice, and up into dewy wreaths above the snow-fields; then piercing it with strange electric darts and flashes of mountain fire, and tossing it high in fantastic storm-cloud, as the dried grass is tossed by the mower, only suffering it to depart at last, when chastened and pure, to refresh the faded air of the far-off plains.
§ 8. The second major purpose of mountains is to create constant changes in the currents and characteristics of the air. While some of this change would have been caused by differences in soil and vegetation even if the land had been flat, it would have been to a much lesser extent than it is now, thanks to the mountain ranges. These ranges expose their rocky surfaces to the full heat of the sun on one side (intensified by the angle of the rays hitting the slope) while casting a long, gentle shadow over the plains below. They divide the land not just into regions but into climates, causing continuous air currents to move through their passes and rise or fall in their ravines. This alters both the temperature and quality of the air in countless ways—moistening it with the mist from their waterfalls, stirring it up and mixed around in the pools of their torrents, trapping it in cracks and caves that never see sunlight until it cools down like November fog. Then it flows out again to gently glaze the slopes of lush fields or to scorch in the heat among sunbaked rocks and barren cliffs. It is then pulled back in swirling gusts through ice crevices and up into dewy clouds over the snowfields; pierced with strange electric sparks and mountain flashes, tossed high into bizarre storm clouds, much like dried grass is thrown by a mower, only allowing it to finally leave when it has been purified and refreshed to clean the stale air of distant plains.
§ 9. The third great use of mountains is to cause perpetual change in the soils of the earth. Without such provisions the ground under cultivation would in a series of years become exhausted Third use. To give change to the ground. and require to be upturned laboriously by the hand of man. But the elevations of the earth's surface provide for it a perpetual renovation. The higher mountains suffer their summits to be broken into fragments and to be cast down in sheets of massy rock, full, as we shall see presently, of every substance necessary for the nourishment of plants: these fallen fragments are again broken by frost, and ground by torrents, into various conditions of sand and clay—materials which are distributed perpetually by the streams farther and farther from the mountain's base. Every shower which swells the rivulets enables their waters to carry certain portions of earth into new positions, and exposes new banks of ground to be mined in their turn. That turbid foaming of the angry water,—that tearing down of bank and rock along the flanks of its fury,—are no disturbances of the kind course of nature; they are beneficent operations of laws necessary to the existence of man and to the beauty of the earth. The process is continued more gently, but not less effectively, over all the surface of the lower undulating country; and each filtering thread of summer rain which trickles through the short turf of the uplands is bearing its own appointed burden of earth to be thrown down on some new natural garden in the dingles below.
§ 9. The third major benefit of mountains is that they create constant change in the soils of the earth. Without these formations, cultivated land would eventually become depleted over the years and would need to be painstakingly turned over by human hands. However, the heights of the earth provide ongoing renewal. The tall mountains allow their peaks to break into fragments and tumble down in massive sheets of rock, which are, as we will see shortly, rich in all the nutrients plants need; these fallen pieces are then further broken down by frost and eroded by rushing water into different forms of sand and clay—materials that are continuously carried farther from the mountain's base by streams. Every rain that swells the creeks allows their waters to transport bits of earth to new locations, exposing fresh banks of soil to be eroded in turn. That churning and turbulent flow of water, that uprooting of soil and rock in its wild path, is not a disruption of nature's course; it is a beneficial process essential for human existence and the beauty of the earth. This process continues more gently, but just as effectively, across the surface of the lower rolling landscape; and each trickle of summer rain that seeps through the short grass of the uplands carries its own load of earth to be deposited in a new natural garden in the valleys below.
And it is not, in reality, a degrading, but a true, large, and ennobling view of the mountain ranges of the world, if we compare them to heaps of fertile and fresh earth, laid up by a prudent gardener beside his garden beds, whence, at intervals, he casts on them some scattering of new and virgin ground. That which we so often lament as convulsion or destruction is nothing 98 else than the momentary shaking of the dust from the spade. The winter floods, which inflict a temporary devastation, bear with them the elements of succeeding fertility; the fruitful field is covered with sand and shingle in momentary judgment, but in enduring mercy; and the great river, which chokes its mouth with marsh, and tosses terror along its shore, is but scattering the seeds of the harvests of futurity, and preparing the seats of unborn generations.
And it’s not really a degrading view, but rather a true, grand, and uplifting perspective of the world's mountain ranges when we compare them to piles of rich, fresh soil that a careful gardener puts next to his garden beds, from which he periodically spreads some new, untouched earth. What we often lament as upheaval or destruction is actually just the temporary shaking off of dust from the spade. The winter floods that cause short-term damage also bring the potential for future fertility; the once fruitful field gets covered with sand and gravel as a momentary consequence but in the long run, it’s a blessing. The great river, which chokes its mouth with marsh and brings fear to its shores, is just scattering the seeds of future harvests and preparing the grounds for generations yet to come.
§ 10. I have not spoken of the local and peculiar utilities of mountains: I do not count the benefit of the supply of summer streams from the moors of the higher ranges,—of the various medicinal plants which are nested among their rocks,—of the delicate pasturage which they furnish for cattle,41—of the forests in which they bear timber for shipping,—the stones they supply for building, or the ores of metal which they collect into spots open to discovery, and easy for working. All these benefits are of a secondary or a limited nature. But the three great functions which I have just described,—those of giving motion and change to water, air, and earth,—are indispensable to human existence; they are operations to be regarded with as full a depth of gratitude as the laws which bid the tree bear fruit, or the seed multiply itself in the earth. And thus those desolate and threatening ranges of dark mountain, which, in nearly all ages of the world, men have looked upon with aversion or with terror, and shrunk back from as if they were haunted by perpetual images of death, are, in reality, sources of life and happiness far fuller and more beneficent than all the bright fruitfulness of the plain. The valleys only feed; the mountains feed, and guard, and strengthen us. We take our idea of fearfulness and sublimity alternately from the mountains and the sea; but we associate them unjustly. The sea wave, with all its beneficence, is yet devouring and terrible; but the silent wave of the blue mountain is lifted towards heaven in a stillness of perpetual mercy; and the one surge, unfathomable in its darkness, the other, unshaken in its faithfulness, for ever bear the seal of their appointed symbol:
§ 10. I haven't talked about the local and unique benefits of mountains: I'm not counting the summer streams that flow down from the moors of the high ranges, the various medicinal plants that grow among their rocks, the lush pastures they provide for livestock, the forests that supply timber for shipping, the stones they offer for building, or the metal ores found in places that are easy to access and work. All these benefits are secondary or limited. However, the three main functions I've just described—those of providing movement and change to water, air, and earth—are essential for human existence; we should be as grateful for these processes as for the laws that allow trees to bear fruit or seeds to multiply in the soil. Thus, those bleak and imposing ranges of dark mountains, which throughout history have often been viewed with fear or dread, are, in fact, sources of life and happiness that are much richer and more beneficial than all the bountiful beauty of the plains. The valleys only sustain us; the mountains nourish, protect, and strengthen us. We tend to associate feelings of fearfulness and grandeur with both mountains and the sea, but we wrongly do so. The sea waves, despite their generosity, are also destructive and terrifying; on the other hand, the silent peaks of the blue mountains reach toward the sky in a stillness of perpetual mercy. One surge is unfathomable in its darkness, while the other remains unwavering in its loyalty, each bearing the mark of their destined symbol:
"Thy righteousness is like the great mountains:
Thy judgments are a great deep."
"Your righteousness is like the great mountains:
Your judgments are a vast ocean."
40 "Surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place. The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man."—Job, xiv. 18, 19.
40 "Surely, when the mountain crumbles, it will amount to nothing, and the rock will be moved from its place. The waters wear down the stones; you wash away the things that grow from the dust of the earth, and you destroy the hopes of mankind."—Job, xiv. 18, 19.
CHAPTER VIII.
OF THE MATERIALS OF MOUNTAINS:—FIRST, COMPACT CRYSTALLINES.
§ 1. In the early days of geological science, the substances which composed the crust of the earth, as far as it could be examined, were supposed to be referable to three distinct classes: the first consisting of rocks which not only supported all the rest, but from which all the rest were derived, therefore called "Primary;" the second class consisting of rocks formed of the broken fragments or altered substance of the primary ones, therefore called "Secondary;" and, thirdly, rocks or earthy deposits formed by the ruins and detritus of both primary and secondary rocks, called, therefore, "Tertiary." This classification was always, in some degree, uncertain; and has been lately superseded by more complicated systems, founded on the character of the fossils contained in the various deposits, and on the circumstances of position, by which their relative ages are more accurately ascertainable. But the original rude classification, though of little, if any, use for scientific purposes, was based on certain broad and conspicuous phenomena, which it brought clearly before the popular mind. In this way it may still be serviceable, and ought, I think, to be permitted to retain its place, as an introduction to systems more defined and authoritative.
§ 1. In the early days of geological science, the materials that made up the Earth's crust, as far as they could be studied, were thought to fall into three distinct categories: the first consisted of rocks that not only supported everything else but were also the source of all other rocks, thus called "Primary"; the second category included rocks formed from the broken pieces or altered materials of the primary ones, hence called "Secondary"; and, thirdly, there were rocks or soil deposits created from the remains and debris of both primary and secondary rocks, known as "Tertiary." This classification was always somewhat uncertain and has recently been replaced by more complex systems based on the types of fossils found in various deposits and the positional circumstances that allow for a more accurate determination of their ages. However, the original simple classification, while of little use for scientific purposes, was based on certain clear and obvious phenomena, making it easy for the general public to understand. In this way, it may still be useful and should be allowed to remain as an introduction to more defined and authoritative systems.
§ 2. For the fact is, that in approaching any large mountain range, the ground over which the spectator passes, if he examine it with any intelligence, will almost always arrange itself in his mind under three great heads. There will be, first, the ground of the plains or valleys he is about to quit, composed of sand, clay, gravel, rolled stones, and variously mingled soils; which, if he has any opportunity,—at the banks of a stream, or the sides of a railway cutting,—to examine to any depth, he will find arranged in beds exactly resembling those of modern sand-banks 100 or sea-beaches, and appearing to have been formed under such natural laws as are in operation daily around us. At the outskirts of the hill district, he may, perhaps, find considerable eminences, formed of these beds of loose gravel and sand; but, as he enters into it farther, he will soon discover the hills to be composed of some harder substance, properly deserving the name of rock, sustaining itself in picturesque forms, and appearing, at first, to owe both its hardness and its outlines to the action of laws such as do not hold at the present day. He can easily explain the nature, and account for the distribution, of the banks which overhang the lowland road, or of the dark earthy deposits which enrich the lowland pasture; but he cannot so distinctly imagine how the limestone hills of Derbyshire and Yorkshire were hardened into their stubborn whiteness, or raised into their cavernous cliffs. Still, if he carefully examines the substance of these more noble rocks, he will, in nine cases out of ten, discover them to be composed of fine calcareous dust, or closely united particles of sand; and will be ready to accept as possible, or even probable, the suggestion of their having been formed, by slow deposit, at the bottom of deep lakes and ancient seas, under such laws of Nature as are still in operation.
§ 2. The truth is, when you approach a large mountain range, the ground you walk over will usually break down in your mind into three main categories. First, there's the land of the plains or valleys you're leaving behind, made up of sand, clay, gravel, rounded stones, and various mixed soils. If you get the chance—like by the banks of a stream or the sides of a railway cutting—to look deeper, you'll see it's layered just like modern sandbanks or beaches, formed by natural processes that still happen today. At the edge of the hilly area, you might notice some significant hills made of these loose gravel and sand deposits; however, as you venture further in, you'll quickly find that the hills are made of a tougher material that's truly rock, taking on scenic shapes and seeming to have gained their hardness and contours through forces that don’t operate the same way now. You can easily understand and explain the nature and arrangement of the banks that rise over the lowland road or the dark fertile soil that enriches the lowland fields. But it’s harder to imagine how the limestone hills of Derbyshire and Yorkshire became their tough, white forms or were pushed up into their hollow cliffs. Nevertheless, if you closely examine these grander rocks, you’ll often find they’re made of fine limestone dust or tightly packed grains of sand, making it reasonable to believe they were formed by gradual deposition at the bottom of deep lakes and ancient seas, following natural laws that are still at work.
§ 3. But, as he advances yet farther into the hill district, he finds the rocks around him assuming a gloomier and more majestic condition. Their tint darkens; their outlines become wild and irregular; and whereas before they had only appeared at the roadside in narrow ledges among the turf, or glanced out from among the thickets above the brooks in white walls and fantastic towers, they now rear themselves up in solemn and shattered masses far and near; softened, indeed, with strange harmony of clouded colors, but possessing the whole scene with their iron spirit; and rising, in all probability, into eminences as much prouder in actual elevation than those of the intermediate rocks, as more powerful in their influence over every minor feature of the landscape.
§ 3. But as he pushes further into the hilly region, he notices the rocks around him taking on a darker and more impressive character. Their color deepens; their shapes become wild and uneven; and while they had previously only shown up at the roadside in narrow ledges among the grass, or peeked out from the thickets above the streams in white walls and imaginative towers, they now stand tall in solemn and jagged formations all around; softened, of course, with a strange mix of muted colors, but dominating the entire scene with their strong presence; and likely rising to heights that are more impressive than those of the surrounding rocks, as well as having a greater impact on every smaller detail of the landscape.
§ 4. And when the traveller proceeds to observe closely the materials of which these noble ranges are composed, he finds also a complete change in their internal structure. They are no longer formed of delicate sand or dust—each particle of that dust the same as every other, and the whole mass depending for 101 its hardness merely on their closely cemented unity; but they are now formed of several distinct substances, visibly unlike each other; and not pressed but crystallized into one mass,—crystallized into a unity far more perfect than that of the dusty limestone, but yet without the least mingling of their several natures with each other. Such a rock, freshly broken, has a spotty, granulated, and, in almost all instances, sparkling, appearance; it requires a much harder blow to break it than the limestone or sandstone; but, when once thoroughly shattered, it is easy to separate from each other the various substances of which it is composed, and to examine them in their individual grains or crystals; of which each variety will be found to have a different degree of hardness, a different shade of color, and a different character of form.
§ 4. When the traveler looks closely at the materials that make up these impressive mountain ranges, he notices a complete change in their internal structure. They are no longer made of fine sand or dust—each particle of that dust identical to every other, with the whole mass depending on their tightly packed unity for its hardness; instead, they consist of several distinct substances that visibly differ from each other. They are not pressed but crystallized into a single mass—crystallized into a unity that's much more perfect than that of the dusty limestone, yet still without any blending of their different natures. Freshly broken, such a rock has a mottled, grainy, and often sparkling appearance; it requires a much harder impact to break it than limestone or sandstone. However, once it is completely shattered, it's easy to separate the different substances it's made of and examine them in their individual grains or crystals, each of which will have a different level of hardness, a different color shade, and a different form.
But this examination will not enable the observer to comprehend the method either of their formation or aggregation, at least by any process such as he now sees taking place around him; he will at once be driven to admit that some strange and powerful operation has taken place upon these rocks, different from any of which he is at present cognizant; and farther inquiry will probably induce him to admit, as more than probable, the supposition that their structure is in great part owing to the action of enormous heat prolonged for indefinite periods.
But this examination won’t help the observer understand how these rocks were formed or combined, at least not by any processes he currently sees happening around him; he will quickly have to acknowledge that a strange and powerful force has acted on these rocks, different from anything he knows about; and further investigation will likely lead him to believe, more than just likely, that their structure is largely due to the effects of extreme heat lasting for an undefined amount of time.
§ 5. Now, although these three great groups of rocks do indeed often pass into each other by imperceptible gradations, and although their peculiar aspect is never a severe indication of their relative ages, yet their characters are for the most part so defined as to make a strong impression on the mind of an ordinary observer, and their age is also for the most part approximately indicated by their degrees of hardness, and crystalline aspect. It does, indeed, sometimes happen that a soft and slimy clay will pass into a rock like Aberdeen granite by transitions so subtle that no point of separation can be determined; and it very often happens that rocks like Aberdeen granite are of more recent formation than certain beds of sandstone and limestone. But, in spite of all these uncertainties and exceptions, I believe that unless actual pains be taken to efface from the mind its natural impressions, the idea of three great classes of rocks and earth will maintain its ground in the thoughts of the general 102 observer; that whether he desire it or not, he will find himself throwing the soft and loose clays and sands together under one head; placing the hard rocks, of a dull, compact, homogeneous substance, under another head; and the hardest rocks, of a crystalline, glittering, and various substance, under a third head; and having done this, he will also find that, with certain easily admissible exceptions, these three classes of rocks are, in every district which he examines, of three different ages; that the softest are the youngest, the hard and homogeneous ones are older, and the crystalline are the oldest; and he will, perhaps, in the end, find it a somewhat inconvenient piece of respect to the complexity and accuracy of modern geological science, if he refuse to the three classes, thus defined in his imagination, their ancient title of Tertiary, Secondary, and Primary.
§ 5. Now, while these three major groups of rocks often transition into each other with barely noticeable changes, and their distinct appearances are not a reliable indicator of their relative ages, their characteristics are generally defined enough to make a strong impression on the average observer. The age of these rocks is usually indicated by their hardness and crystalline appearance. It can, however, occur that a soft, slimy clay transitions into a rock like Aberdeen granite so subtly that no clear point of separation can be identified; and often, rocks like Aberdeen granite are more recent than certain layers of sandstone and limestone. Despite these uncertainties and exceptions, I believe that unless one deliberately tries to erase these natural impressions from their mind, the idea of three main classes of rocks and earth will remain in the thoughts of the general observer. Whether they want it or not, they will likely categorize the soft and loose clays and sands together, place the hard rocks, which are dull and compact, in another group, and the hardest rocks, which have a crystalline and shiny appearance, in a third. After doing this, they will probably notice that, with some easily accepted exceptions, these three categories of rocks are, in every area they examine, of three different ages: the softest being the youngest, the hard and homogeneous ones being older, and the crystalline ones being the oldest. Ultimately, they may find it somewhat inconvenient to disregard the traditional labels of Tertiary, Secondary, and Primary for these three classes, as defined in their understanding.
§ 6. But however this may be, there is one lesson evidently intended to be taught by the different characters of these rocks, which we must not allow to escape us. We have to observe, first, the state of perfect powerlessness, and loss of all beauty, exhibited in those beds of earth in which the separated pieces or particles are entirely independent of each other, more especially in the gravel whose pebbles have all been rolled into one shape: secondly, the greater degree of permanence, power, and beauty possessed by the rocks whose component atoms have some affection and attraction for each other, though all of one kind; and lastly, the utmost form and highest beauty of the rocks in which the several atoms have all different shapes, characters, and offices; but are inseparably united by some fiery process which has purified them all.
§ 6. Regardless of this, there’s an important lesson to learn from the different characteristics of these rocks that we shouldn’t overlook. First, we need to notice the complete lack of power and beauty found in the layers of earth where the individual pieces or particles are completely independent from each other, especially in the gravel where the pebbles have all been shaped the same. Secondly, there’s a greater level of stability, strength, and beauty in the rocks where the individual atoms have some connection and attraction to each other, even if they’re all of the same kind. Lastly, the most intricate forms and highest beauty are found in the rocks where the various atoms have different shapes, distinct characteristics, and varied functions; yet they are unbreakably bonded through some intense process that has purified them all.
It can hardly be necessary to point out how these natural ordinances seem intended to teach us the great truths which are the basis of all political science; how the polishing friction which separates, the affection which binds, and the affliction that fuses and confirms, are accurately symbolized by the processes to which the several ranks of hills appear to owe their present aspect; and how, even if the knowledge of those processes be denied to us, that present aspect may in itself seem no imperfect image of the various states of mankind: first, that which is powerless through total disorganization; secondly, that which, though united, and in some degree powerful, is 103 yet incapable of great effort or result, owing to the too great similarity and confusion of offices, both in ranks and individuals; and finally, the perfect state of brotherhood and strength in which each character is clearly distinguished, separately perfected, and employed in its proper place and office.
It’s not hard to see how these natural laws seem designed to teach us the essential truths that form the foundation of all political science; how the smooth friction that separates, the love that connects, and the struggle that unites and solidifies are clearly represented by the processes that the different levels of hills seem to owe their current appearance to; and how, even if we don’t understand those processes, that current appearance might still reflect the various conditions of humanity: first, the state that is helpless due to complete disarray; second, the state that, while united and somewhat powerful, is still unable to achieve significant progress or results because of excessive similarity and confusion in roles, both among ranks and individuals; and finally, the ideal state of unity and strength in which each character is clearly identified, developed individually, and assigned to its appropriate role and duty.
§ 7. I shall not, however, so oppose myself to the views of our leading geologists as to retain here the names of Primary, Secondary, and Tertiary rocks. But as I wish the reader to keep the ideas of the three classes clearly in his mind, I will ask his leave to give them names which involve no theory, and can be liable, therefore, to no great objections. We will call the hard, and (generally) central, masses Crystalline Rocks, because they almost always present an appearance of crystallization. The less hard substances, which appear compact and homogeneous, we will call Coherent Rocks, and for the scattered débris we will use the general term Diluvium.
§ 7. However, I don't want to completely dismiss the views of our leading geologists by sticking with the terms Primary, Secondary, and Tertiary rocks. To help the reader clearly understand the three categories, I would like to propose names that don't carry any theory and therefore won’t face significant objections. We will refer to the hard, generally central masses as Crystalline Rocks since they usually show a crystalline appearance. The softer materials that look compact and homogeneous will be called Coherent Rocks, and for the scattered debris, we will use the broad term Diluvium.
§ 8. All these substances agree in one character, that of being more or less soft and destructible. One material, indeed, which enters largely into the composition of most of them, flint, is harder than iron; but even this, their chief source of strength, is easily broken by a sudden blow; and it is so combined in the large rocks with softer substances, that time and the violence of the weather invariably produce certain destructive effects on their masses. Some of them become soft, and moulder away; others break, little by little, into angular fragments or slaty sheets; but all yield in some way or other; and the problem to be solved in every mountain range appears to be, that under these conditions of decay, the cliffs and peaks may be raised as high, and thrown into as noble forms, as is possible, consistently with an effective, though not perfect permanence, and a general, though not absolute security.
§ 8. All these materials share one main characteristic: they are all somewhat soft and fragile. One material that is a big part of most of them, flint, is actually harder than iron; however, even this primary source of strength can be easily shattered by a sudden impact. Moreover, it is mixed in large rocks with softer materials, which means that over time and through harsh weather, it inevitably suffers some destructive effects. Some of these materials become soft and crumble away; others break down gradually into sharp fragments or flat sheets. But all of them give way in one way or another. The challenge for every mountain range, then, seems to be finding a way for the cliffs and peaks to rise as high and take on impressive shapes as possible, while maintaining some effectiveness, even though it's not perfect, and ensuring a general, though not absolute, stability.
§ 9. Perfect permanence and absolute security were evidently in nowise intended.42 It would have been as easy for the Creator 104 to have made mountains of steel as of granite, of adamant as of lime; but this was clearly no part of the Divine counsels: mountains were to be destructible and frail; to melt under the soft lambency of the streamlet; to shiver before the subtle wedge of the frost; to wither with untraceable decay in their own substance; and yet, under all these conditions of destruction, to be maintained in magnificent eminence before the eyes of men.
§ 9. Perfect permanence and absolute security were clearly not intended. 42 It would have been just as easy for the Creator to make mountains of steel as of granite, or of adamant as of lime; but this was clearly not part of the Divine plan: mountains were meant to be destructible and fragile; to melt under the gentle warmth of the stream; to crack under the subtle pressure of frost; to decay quietly in their own substance; and yet, despite all these destructive forces, to remain impressively prominent in the sight of people.
Nor is it in any wise difficult for us to perceive the beneficent reasons for this appointed frailness of the mountains. They appear to be threefold: the first, and the most important, that successive soils might be supplied to the plains, in the manner explained in the last chapter, and that men might be furnished with a material for their works of architecture and sculpture, at once soft enough to be subdued, and hard enough to be preserved; the second, that some sense of danger might always be connected with the most precipitous forms, and thus increase their sublimity; and the third, that a subject of perpetual interest might be opened to the human mind in observing the changes of form brought about by time on these monuments of creation.
It’s not hard for us to see the beneficial reasons for the fragile nature of the mountains. They seem to be threefold: first, and most importantly, so that new layers of soil can be provided to the plains, as explained in the last chapter, and so that people can have materials for their buildings and sculptures that are soft enough to shape but strong enough to last; second, to ensure that a sense of danger is always linked to the steepest features, adding to their awe; and third, to create a constant source of interest for the human mind as we observe the changes in form that time brings to these monuments of nature.
In order, therefore, to understand the method in which these various substances break, so as to produce the forms which are of chief importance in landscape, as well as the exquisite adaptation of all their qualities to the service of men, it will be well that I should take some note of them in their order; not with any mineralogical accuracy, but with care enough to enable me hereafter to explain, without obscurity, any phenomena dependent upon such peculiarities of substance.
To understand how these different substances break down to create the important shapes in landscapes, as well as how their qualities serve humans, it’s important for me to discuss them in order. I won’t be focused on mineralogical accuracy, but I’ll be careful enough to clearly explain any phenomena related to these unique properties later on.
§ 10. 1st. Crystalline Rocks.—In saying, above, that 1. Crystalline Rocks. the hardest rocks generally presented an appearance of "crystallization," I meant a glittering or granulated look, somewhat like that of a coarse piece of freshly broken loaf sugar.
§ 10. 1st. Crystal Rocks.—When I mentioned earlier that Crystal Rocks. the hardest rocks usually had a look of "crystallization," I was referring to a shiny or grainy appearance, similar to that of a rough piece of freshly broken sugar.
But this appearance may also exist in rocks of uniform and 105 softer substance, such as statuary marble, of which freshly broken pieces, put into a sugar-basin, cannot be distinguished by Are always Compound. the eye from the real sugar. Such rocks are truly crystalline in structure; but the group to which I wish to limit the term "crystalline," is not only thus granulated and glittering, but is always composed of at least two, usually three or four, substances, intimately mingled with each other in the form of small grains or crystals, and giving the rock a more or less speckled or mottled look, according to the size of the crystals and their variety of color. It is a law of nature, that whenever rocks are to be employed on hard service, and for great purposes, they shall be thus composed. And there appear to be two distinct providential reasons for this.
But this appearance can also be found in rocks made of uniform and 105 softer materials, like statue marble, where freshly broken pieces placed in a sugar bowl can't be told apart by Always Compound. the eye from real sugar. These rocks are genuinely crystalline in structure; however, the specific group I want to refer to as "crystalline" is not just granulated and shiny but always consists of at least two, usually three or four, substances that are mixed together in the form of small grains or crystals, giving the rock a speckled or mottled appearance depending on the size of the crystals and their color variety. It’s a natural law that whenever rocks are utilized for tough jobs and significant purposes, they should be composed this way. There seem to be two distinct reasons for this that are part of a greater plan.
§ 11. The first, that these crystalline rocks being, as we saw above, generally the oldest and highest, it is from them that other soils of various kinds must be derived; and they were therefore made a kind of storehouse, from which, wherever they were found, all kinds of treasures could be developed necessary for the service of man and other living creatures. Thus the granite of Mont Blanc is a crystalline rock composed of four substances; and in these four substances are contained the elements of nearly all kinds of sandstone and clay, together with potash, magnesia, and the metals of iron and manganese. Wherever the smallest portion of this rock occurs, a certain quantity of each of these substances may be derived from it, and the plants and animals which require them sustained in health.
§ 11. First, since these crystalline rocks are generally the oldest and highest, it's from them that various types of soil must come; they serve as a kind of storehouse from which all sorts of essential resources for humans and other living beings can be extracted. For example, the granite of Mont Blanc is a crystalline rock made up of four substances; these four substances contain the elements needed to create almost all types of sandstone and clay, along with potash, magnesia, and the metals iron and manganese. Wherever even a small piece of this rock is found, a certain amount of each of these substances can be obtained, supporting the health of the plants and animals that rely on them.
The second reason appears to be that rocks composed in this manner are capable of more interesting variety in form than any others; and as they were continually to be exposed to sight in the high ranges, they were so prepared as to be always as interesting and beautiful as possible.
The second reason seems to be that rocks made this way can have a more intriguing variety in shape than any others; and since they were constantly visible in the high ranges, they were designed to be as interesting and beautiful as possible at all times.
§ 12. These crystalline or spotted rocks we must again separate into two great classes, according to the arrangement, in them, of the particles of a substance called mica. It is not And divisible into two classes, Compact Crystallines and Slaty Crystallines. present in all of them; but when it occurs, it is usually in large quantities, and a notable source of character. It varies in color, occurring white, brown, green, red, and black; and in aspect, from shining plates to small dark grains, even these grains being seen, 106 under a magnifier, to be composed of little plates, like pieces of exceedingly thin glass; but with this great difference from glass, that, whether large or small, the plates will not easily break across, but are elastic, and capable of being bent into a considerable curve; only if pressed with a knife upon the edge, they will separate into any number of thinner plates, more and more elastic and flexible according to their thinness, and these again into others still finer; there seeming to be no limit to the possible subdivision but the coarseness of the instrument employed.
§ 12. We need to classify these crystalline or spotted rocks into two major categories based on the arrangement of a substance called mica within them. Not all of them contain mica, but when it is present, it usually appears in large amounts and significantly contributes to their characteristics. Mica comes in various colors, including white, brown, green, red, and black, and it can appear as shiny plates or small dark grains. Even these grains, when viewed under a magnifier, show that they consist of tiny plates, resembling very thin pieces of glass. The key difference from glass is that these plates, regardless of size, don't break easily across but are elastic and can be bent into significant curves. However, if a knife is pressed against the edge, they will separate into numerous thinner plates, becoming more elastic and flexible as they get thinner, and those too can be divided into even finer pieces, with the only limit to subdivision being the coarseness of the tool used.
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Fig. 3. |
§ 13. Now, when these crystals or grains, represented by the black spots and lines in Fig. 3, lie as they do at a in that figure, in all directions, cast hither and thither among the other materials of the stone,—sometimes on their faces, sometimes on their sides, sometimes on their edges,—they give the rock an irregularly granulated appearance and structure, so that it will break with equal ease in any direction; but if these crystals lie all one way, with their sides parallel, as at b, they give the rock a striped or slaty look, and it will most readily break in the direction in which they lie, separating itself into folia or plates, more or less distinctly according to the quantity of mica in its mass. In the example Fig. 4, a piece of rock from the top of Mont Breven, there are very few of them, and the material with which they are surrounded is so hard and compact that the whole mass breaks irregularly, like a solid flint, beneath the hammer; but the plates of mica nevertheless influence the fracture on a large scale, and occasion, as we shall see hereafter, the peculiar form of the precipice at the summit of the mountain.43
§ 13. Now, when these crystals or grains, shown as the black spots and lines in Fig. 3, are situated like at a in that figure, oriented in all directions and spread among the other materials of the stone—sometimes facing up, sometimes on their sides, sometimes on their edges—they create an uneven granulated look and texture in the rock, making it break easily in any direction. However, if these crystals are all aligned in the same direction, with their sides parallel, as seen at b, they give the rock a striped or slate-like appearance, and it will more readily break along the direction they face, splitting into layers or plates, with the distinctness depending on the amount of mica present. In the example Fig. 4, a piece of rock from the top of Mont Breven, there are very few crystals, and the surrounding material is so tough and dense that the entire mass breaks unevenly, like a solid flint, under the hammer. However, the mica layers still significantly affect the fracture pattern on a large scale and contribute to the unique shape of the cliff at the summit of the mountain, as we will see later.43
The rocks which are destitute of mica, or in which the mica lies irregularly, or in which it is altogether absent, I shall call Compact Crystallines. The rocks in which the mica lies regularly I shall call Slaty Crystallines.
The rocks that lack mica, or where the mica is unevenly distributed, or where it is completely missing, I will refer to as Compact Crystallines. The rocks where the mica is arranged consistently I will call Slaty Crystallines.
§ 14. 1st. Compact Crystallines.—Under this head are embraced Compact Crystallines. the large group of the granites, syenites, and porphyries,—rocks which all agree in the following particulars:—
§ 14. 1st. Compact Crystallines.—This category includes Compact Crystals. the extensive group of granites, syenites, and porphyries—rocks that share the following characteristics:—
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A. Variety of color.—The method of their composition out of different substances necessitates their being all more or less spotted or dashed with various colors; there being generally a Their first characteristic. Speckledness. prevalent ground color, with other subordinate hues broken over it, forming, for the most part, tones of silver grey, of warm but subdued red, or purple. Now, there is in this a very marvellous provision for the beauty of the central ranges. Other rocks, placed lower among the hills, receive color upon their surfaces from all kinds of minute vegetation; but these higher and more exposed rocks are liable to be in many parts barren; and the wild forms into 108 which they are thrown necessitate their being often freshly broken, so as to bring their pure color, untempered in anywise, frankly into sight. Hence it is appointed that this color shall not be raw or monotonous, but composed—as all beautiful color must be composed—by mingling of many hues in one. Not that there is any aim at attractive beauty in these rocks; they are intended to constitute solemn and desolate scenes; and there is nothing delicately or variously disposed in their colors. Such beauty would have been inconsistent with their expression of power and terror, and it is reserved for the marbles and other rocks of inferior office. But their color is grave and perfect; closely resembling, in many cases, the sort of hue reached by cross-chequering in the ground of fourteenth-century manuscripts, and peculiarly calculated for distant effects of light; being, for the most part, slightly warm in tone, so as to receive with full advantage the red and orange rays of sunlight. This warmth is almost always farther aided by a glowing orange color, derived from the decomposition of the iron which, though in small quantity, usually is an essential element in them: the orange hue forms itself in unequal veins and spots upon the surfaces which have been long exposed, more or less darkening them; and a very minute black lichen,—so minute as to look almost like spots of dark paint,—a little opposed and warmed by the golden Lichen geographicus, still farther subdues the paler hues of the highest granite rocks. Now, when a surface of this kind is removed to a distance of four or five miles, and seen under warm light through soft air, the orange becomes russet, more or less inclining to pure red, according to the power of the rays: but the black of the lichen becomes pure dark blue; and the result of their combination is that peculiar reddish purple which is so strikingly the characteristic of the rocks of the higher Alps. Most of the travellers who have seen the Valley of Chamouni carry away a strong impression that its upper precipices are of red rock. But they are, without exception, of a whitish grey, toned and raised by this united operation of the iron, the lichen, and the light.
A. Variety of color.—The way they are made from different materials means they all have varied spots or patches of colors; there’s usually a dominant base color, with other supporting shades scattered over it, mostly showing tones of silver-gray, warm but muted red, or purple. This results in a remarkable feature for the beauty of the central ranges. Other rocks found lower down in the hills get their colors from all sorts of tiny plants on their surfaces; however, the rocks that are higher and more exposed may often be barren in some areas, and their wild shapes often require them to be freshly broken, revealing their pure color in an unaltered way. Therefore, it’s designed that this color isn’t raw or monotonous, but rather rich—like all beautiful colors must be—by mixing many hues together. Not that there’s any intention for these rocks to be attractively beautiful; they are meant to create solemn and desolate landscapes, without delicate or varied colors. Such beauty would clash with their expression of power and terror, which is left for the marbles and other less significant rocks. But their color is deep and perfect; it often resembles the type of hue seen in the backgrounds of 14th-century manuscripts, particularly suited for distant light effects; typically, it has a slightly warm tone that captures the red and orange rays of sunlight effectively. This warmth is usually enhanced by a brilliant orange color, resulting from the breakdown of iron, which, although in small amounts, is typically a crucial component in them: this orange forms irregular veins and patches on surfaces that have been exposed for a long time, somewhat darkening them; and a very tiny black lichen—so small that it appears almost like dark paint—contrasts with and is warmed by the golden Lichen geographicus, further muting the lighter shades of the highest granite rocks. When such a surface is viewed from four or five miles away in warm light and soft air, the orange turns russet, more or less leaning towards pure red, based on the intensity of the rays; meanwhile, the black of the lichen transforms into a deep dark blue; and the mix creates that distinctive reddish-purple that characterizes the rocks of the higher Alps. Most travelers who have visited the Valley of Chamouni come away with a strong impression that its upper cliffs are made of red rock. But in actuality, they are all a whitish-gray color, enriched and intensified by the combined effects of iron, lichen, and light.
§ 15. I have never had an opportunity of studying the effects of these tones upon rocks of porphyry; but the beautiful color of that rock in its interior substance has rendered it one of the 109 favorite materials of the architects of all ages, in their most costly work. Not that all porphyry is purple; there are green and white porphyries, as there are yellow and white roses; but the first idea of a porphyry rock is that it shall be purple,—just as the first idea of a rose is that it shall be red. The purple inclines always towards russet44 rather than blue, and is subdued by small spots of grey or white. This speckled character, common to all the crystalline rocks, fits them, in art, for large and majestic work; it unfits them for delicate sculpture; and their second universal characteristic is altogether in harmony with this consequence of their first.
§ 15. I’ve never had a chance to study how these tones affect porphyry rocks, but the vibrant color of this rock inside has made it one of the favorite materials for architects throughout history in their most expensive projects. Not all porphyry is purple; there are green and white varieties, just like there are yellow and white roses; but the primary image of a porphyry rock is that it should be purple—just as the first thought of a rose is that it should be red. The purple tends to lean more toward russet than blue and is softened by small spots of grey or white. This speckled quality, common to all crystalline rocks, makes them suitable for grand and impressive works of art, but it makes them less ideal for intricate sculptures; their second universal characteristic aligns perfectly with this outcome of their first.
§ 16. This second characteristic is a tough hardness, not a brittle hardness, like that of glass or flint, which will splinter violently at a blow in the most unexpected directions; but a Their second characteristic. Toughness. grave hardness, which will bear many blows before it yields, and when it is forced to yield at last, will do so, as it were, in a serious and thoughtful way; not spitefully, nor uselessly, nor irregularly, but in the direction in which it is wanted, and where the force of the blow is directed—there, and there only. A flint which receives a shock stronger than it can bear, gives up everything at once, and flies into a quantity of pieces, each piece full of flaws. But a piece of granite seems to say to itself, very solemnly: "If these people are resolved to split me into two pieces, that is no reason why I should split myself into three. I will keep together as well as I can, and as long as I can; and if I must fall to dust at 110 last, it shall be slowly and honorably; not in a fit of fury." The importance of this character, in fitting the rock for human uses, cannot be exaggerated: it is essential to such uses that it should be hard, for otherwise it could not bear enormous weights without being crushed; and if, in addition to this hardness, it had been brittle, like glass, it could not have been employed except in the rudest way, as flints are in Kentish walls. But now it is possible to cut a block of granite out of its quarry to exactly the size we want; and that with perfect ease, without gunpowder, or any help but that of a few small iron wedges, a chisel, and a heavy hammer. A single workman can detach a mass fifteen or twenty feet long, by merely drilling a row of holes, a couple of inches deep, and three or four inches apart, along the surface, in the direction in which he wishes to split the rock, and then inserting wedges into each of these holes, and striking them, consecutively, with small, light, repeated blows along the whole row. The granite rends, at last, along the line, quite evenly, requiring very little chiselling afterwards to give the block a smooth face.
§ 16. This second characteristic is a tough hardness, not a brittle hardness, like that of glass or flint, which can shatter violently in unexpected directions when struck; but a Their second trait: Toughness. serious hardness, which can withstand many blows before it gives in, and when it does eventually yield, it does so in a deliberate and thoughtful manner; not spitefully, nor uselessly, nor irregularly, but in the direction it is meant to go, and where the force of the blow is aimed—there, and only there. A piece of flint that faces a stronger shock than it can handle breaks into many pieces, each one flawed. But a piece of granite seems to think to itself very solemnly: "If these people are determined to split me in two, that’s no reason for me to break into three. I will hold together as much as I can, for as long as I can; and if I must eventually turn to dust, it will be gradually and honorably; not in a furious outburst." The significance of this trait in making the rock suitable for human use cannot be overstated: it's crucial for it to be hard, as otherwise it wouldn’t be able to bear heavy weights without being crushed; and if, in addition to this hardness, it were brittle like glass, it could only be used in the most basic ways, like flints in walls in Kent. But now it’s possible to cut a block of granite from its quarry to the exact size we need, easily, without gunpowder, using just a few small iron wedges, a chisel, and a heavy hammer. A single worker can detach a mass fifteen or twenty feet long simply by drilling a row of holes a couple of inches deep and three or four inches apart along the surface in the direction he wants the rock to split, then inserting wedges into each of these holes and tapping them, one after the other, with small, light, repeated blows along the entire row. The granite finally splits cleanly along the line, needing very little chiseling afterwards to create a smooth surface.
§ 17. This after-chiselling, however, is necessarily tedious work, and therefore that condition of speckled color, which is beautiful if exhibited in broad masses, but offensive in delicate forms, exactly falls in with the conditions of possible sculpture. Not only is it more laborious to carve granite delicately, than a softer rock; but it is physically impossible to bring it into certain refinements of form. It cannot be scraped and touched into contours, as marble can; it must be struck hard, or it will not yield at all; and to strike a delicate and detached form hard, is to break it. The detached fingers of a delicate hand, for instance, cannot, as far as I know, be cut in granite. The smallest portion could not be removed from them without a strength of blow which would break off the finger. Hence the sculptor of granite is forced to confine himself to, and to seek for, certain types of form capable of expression in his material; he is naturally driven to make his figures simple in surface, and colossal in size, that they may bear his blows; and this simplicity and magnitude are exactly the characters necessary to show the granitic or porphyritic color to the best advantage. And thus we are guided, almost forced, by the laws of nature, 111 to do right in art. Had granite been white, and marble speckled (and why should this not have been, but by the definite Divine appointment for the good of man?), the huge figures of the Egyptian would have been as oppressive to the sight as cliffs of snow, and the Venus de Medicis would have looked like some exquisitely graceful species of frog.
§ 17. However, this finishing work is necessarily tedious, and so that speckled color, which looks great in large areas but is unappealing in finer details, fits with the characteristics of possible sculpture. It’s not just harder to carve granite finely compared to a softer stone; it’s also physically impossible to achieve certain refined shapes. Unlike marble, which can be scraped and shaped into contours, granite needs to be struck hard, or it won’t yield at all; but hitting a delicate, intricate shape too hard will break it. For instance, as far as I know, you can’t carve the separated fingers of a delicate hand in granite. Removing even a small part would require a blow strong enough to snap the finger off. Therefore, a granite sculptor must limit himself to, and seek out, specific forms that his material can express. He’s naturally inclined to create figures that are simple in texture and large in size so they can withstand his blows, and this simplicity and size are exactly what’s needed to showcase the granitic or porphyritic color effectively. Thus, we are guided, almost compelled, by the laws of nature to achieve excellence in art. If granite had been white and marble speckled (and who’s to say it couldn’t have been, except by a specific Divine decision for mankind's benefit?), then the massive figures of the Egyptians would have been as overwhelming to look at as snow-covered cliffs, while the Venus de Medicis would have resembled some exquisitely delicate version of a frog.
§ 18. The third universal characteristic of these rocks is their decomposition into the purest sand and clay. Some of them decompose spontaneously, though slowly, on exposure to Their third characteristic. Purity in decomposition. weather; the greater number only after being mechanically pulverized; but the sand and clay to which by one or the other process they are reducible, are both remarkable for their purity. The clay is the finest and best that can be found for porcelain; the sand often of the purest white, always lustrous and bright in its particles. The result of this law is a peculiar aspect of purity in the landscape composed of such rocks. It cannot become muddy, or foul, or unwholesome. The streams which descend through it may indeed be opaque, and as white as cream with the churned substance of the granite; but their water, after this substance has been thrown down, is good and pure, and their shores are not slimy or treacherous, but of pebbles, or of firm and sparkling sand. The quiet streams, springs, and lakes are always of exquisite clearness, and the sea which washes a granite coast is as unsullied as a flawless emerald. It is remarkable to what extent this intense purity in the country seems to influence the character of its inhabitants. It is almost impossible to make a cottage built in a granite country look absolutely miserable. Rough it may be,—neglected, cold, full of aspect of hardship,—but it never can look foul; no matter how carelessly, how indolently, its inhabitants may live, the water at their doors will not stagnate, the soil beneath their feet will not allow itself to be trodden into slime, the timbers of their fences will not rot, they cannot so much as dirty their faces or hands if they try; do the worst they can, there will still be a feeling of firm ground under them, and pure air about them, and an inherent wholesomeness in their abodes which it will need the misery of years to conquer. And, as far as I remember, the inhabitants of granite countries have always a force and healthiness of character, more or less abated 112 or modified, of course, according to the other circumstances of their life, but still definitely belonging to them, as distinguished from the inhabitants of the less pure districts of the hills.
§ 18. The third universal characteristic of these rocks is their breakdown into the purest sand and clay. Some of them break down naturally, though slowly, when exposed to the weather; most only do so after being mechanically crushed. However, the sand and clay produced by either method are both notable for their purity. The clay is the finest available for porcelain, and the sand is often the purest white, always shiny and bright in its particles. This quality results in a unique sense of cleanliness in landscapes made up of these rocks. They can't become muddy, dirty, or unhealthy. The streams flowing through these areas may indeed appear cloudy and as white as cream due to the stirred-up granite, but once that material settles, the water is clean and pure, and their banks are not muddy or dangerous, but lined with pebbles or sturdy, sparkling sand. The calm streams, springs, and lakes always have exquisite clarity, and the sea that washes a granite coast is as pristine as a perfect emerald. It's striking how this strong sense of purity in the environment seems to influence the character of its people. It’s nearly impossible for a cottage in a granite area to look completely miserable. It may be rough, neglected, cold, and embody hardship, but it can never look filthy; no matter how haphazardly or lazily its residents may live, the water on their doorsteps won’t stagnate, the ground beneath will not turn into slush, and the wood of their fences won’t rot. They couldn't even manage to dirty their faces or hands if they tried; no matter how poorly they live, there will always be a sense of solid ground beneath them, clean air around them, and an inherent freshness in their homes that it would take years of hardship to defeat. And, as far as I can recall, the people from granite areas tend to possess a strength and healthiness of character, somewhat diminished or altered, of course, by other aspects of their lives, but still distinctly theirs, setting them apart from those who live in the less pure regions of the hills. 112
These, then, are the principal characters of the compact crystallines, regarded in their minor or detached masses. Of the peculiar forms which they assume we shall have to speak presently; meantime, retaining these general ideas touching their nature and substance, let us proceed to examine, in the same point of view, the neighboring group of slaty crystallines.
These are the main characters of the compact crystals, viewed in their smaller or separate forms. We will talk about the specific shapes they take shortly; for now, let's keep these general ideas about their nature and substance in mind as we move on to look at the nearby group of slate-like crystals.
42 I am well aware that to the minds of many persons nothing bears a greater appearance of presumption than any attempt at reasoning respecting the purposes of the Divine Being; and that in many cases it would be thought more consistent with the modesty of humanity to limit its endeavor to the ascertaining of physical causes than to form conjectures respecting Divine intentions. But I believe this feeling to be false and dangerous. Wisdom can only be demonstrated in its ends, and goodness only perceived in its motives. He who in a morbid modesty supposes that he is incapable of apprehending any of the purposes of God, renders himself also incapable of witnessing his wisdom; and he who supposes that favors may be bestowed without intention, will soon learn to receive them without gratitude.
42 I know that many people think it’s really presumptuous to try to reason about the purposes of the Divine Being. In fact, some believe it’s more humble to focus on figuring out physical causes instead of guessing about Divine intentions. But I think this mindset is both false and dangerous. We can only truly demonstrate wisdom through its results, and we can only recognize goodness through its motives. Someone who, out of excessive modesty, believes they can’t grasp any of God’s purposes also makes themselves unable to see His wisdom. And someone who thinks that blessings can be given without intention will quickly learn to accept them without gratitude.
43 See Appendix 2. Slaty Cleavage.
__A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__ See Appendix 2. Slate Cleavage.
44 As we had to complain of Dante for not enough noticing the colors of rocks in wild nature, let us do him the justice to refer to his noble symbolic use of their colors when seen in the hewn block.
44 While we have to criticize Dante for not paying enough attention to the colors of rocks in nature, let's give him credit for his impressive symbolic use of those colors when they are viewed in the carved stone.
"The lowest stair was marble white, so smooth
And polished that therein my mirrored form
Distinct I saw. The next of hue more dark
Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block,
Cracked lengthwise and across. The third, that lay
Massy above, seemed porphyry, that flamed
Red as the life-blood spouting from a vein."
"The lowest step was pure white marble, so smooth
And polished that I saw my reflection clearly in it.
The next one was darker than the darkest grain,
A rough and charred block,
Cracked both lengthwise and across. The third step, up above,
Looked like porphyry, glowing
Red like life-blood rushing from a vein."
This stair is at the gate of Purgatory. The white step means sincerity of conscience; the black, contrition; the purple (I believe), pardon by the Atonement.
This stair is at the entrance to Purgatory. The white step represents a sincere conscience; the black one stands for remorse; and the purple (I think) symbolizes forgiveness through the Atonement.
CHAPTER IX.
OF THE MATERIALS OF MOUNTAINS:—SECONDLY, SLATY CRYSTALLINES.
§ 1. It will be remembered that we said in the last chapter (§ 4) that one of the notable characters of the whole group of the crystallines was the incomprehensibility of the processes which have brought them to their actual state. This however is more peculiarly true of the slaty crystallines. It is perfectly possible, by many processes of chemistry, to produce masses of irregular crystals which, though not of the substance of granite, are very like it in their mode of arrangement. But, as far as I am aware, it is impossible to produce artificially anything resembling the structure of the slaty crystallines. And the more I have examined the rocks themselves, the more I have felt at once the difficulty of explaining the method of their formation, and the growing interest of inquiries respecting that method. The facts (and I can venture to give nothing more than facts) are briefly these:—
§ 1. It'll be remembered that we mentioned in the last chapter (§ 4) that one of the remarkable characteristics of the entire group of crystallines is the mystery surrounding the processes that led them to their current state. This is particularly true for the slaty crystallines. It is entirely possible, through various chemical processes, to create masses of irregular crystals that, while not made of granite, resemble it in their arrangement. However, as far as I know, it’s impossible to create anything that mimics the structure of the slaty crystallines. The more I study the rocks themselves, the more I feel both the challenge of explaining how they formed and the increasing interest in investigating that process. The facts (and I can only provide facts) are briefly as follows:—
§ 2. The mineral called mica, described in the course of the last chapter, is closely connected with another, differing from it in containing a considerable quantity of magnesia. This associated mineral, called chlorite, is of a dull greenish color, and opaque, while the mica is, in thin plates, more or less translucent; and the chlorite is apt to occur more in the form of a green earth, or green dust, than of finely divided plates. The original quantity of magnesia in the rock determines how far the mica shall give place to chlorite; and in the intermediate conditions of rock we find a black and nearly opaque mica, containing a good deal of magnesia, together with a chlorite, which at first seems mixed with small plates of true mica, or is itself formed of minute plates or spangles, and then, as the quantity 114 of magnesia increases, assumes its proper form of a dark green earth.
§ 2. The mineral known as mica, discussed in the previous chapter, is closely linked to another mineral that has a significant amount of magnesia. This related mineral, called chlorite, has a dull greenish color and is opaque, whereas mica is translucent when broken into thin sheets. Chlorite often appears more as a green earth or dust rather than as finely divided plates. The initial amount of magnesia in the rock determines how much mica is replaced by chlorite; in the intermediate rock conditions, we find a black, nearly opaque mica that contains a lot of magnesia, along with chlorite that initially seems mixed with small plates of true mica or is made up of tiny plates or flakes. As the magnesia content increases, it takes on its typical form of a dark green earth.
§ 3. By this appointment there is obtained a series of materials by which the appearance of the rock may be varied to almost any extent. From plates of brilliant white mica half a foot broad, flashing in the sun like panes of glass, to a minute film of dark green dust hardly traceable by the eye, an infinite range of conditions is found in the different groups of rocks; but always under this general law, that, for the most part, the compact crystallines present the purest and boldest plates of mica; and the tendency to pass into slaty crystallines is commonly accompanied by the change of the whiteness of the mica to a dark or black color, indicating (I believe) the presence of magnesia, and by the gradual intermingling with it of chloritic earth; or else of a cognate mineral (differing from chlorite in containing a quantity of lime) called hornblende.
§ 3. With this appointment, a variety of materials is available that can change the appearance of the rock to nearly any degree. From sheets of bright white mica half a foot wide, shining in the sun like glass panes, to a tiny layer of dark green dust barely visible to the naked eye, there is an endless array of conditions found in the different rock groups. However, there is a general rule: mostly, the compact crystalline rocks showcase the purest and most striking mica plates. The shift towards slaty crystalline rocks is usually accompanied by the change of the mica's color from white to dark or black, suggesting (I believe) the presence of magnesia, along with a gradual mix of chloritic earth, or alternatively, a related mineral (which differs from chlorite by containing some lime) called hornblende.
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Fig. 5. |
Such, at least, is eminently the case in the Alps; and in the account I have to give of their slaty crystallines, it must be understood that in using the word "mica" generally, I mean the more obscure conditions of the mineral, associated with chlorite and hornblende.
Such is definitely the case in the Alps; and in the description I will provide of their slaty crystals, it should be understood that when I use the word "mica" generally, I am referring to the more obscure forms of the mineral, associated with chlorite and hornblende.
§ 4. Now it is quite easy to understand how, in the compact crystallines, the various elements of the rock, separating from 115 each other as they congealed from their fluid state, whether of watery solution or fiery fusion, might arrange themselves in irregular grains as at a in Fig. 3, p. 106. Such an arrangement constantly takes place before our eyes in volcanic rocks as they cool. But it is not at all easy to understand how the white, hard, and comparatively heavy substances should throw themselves into knots and bands in one definite direction, and the delicate films of mica should undulate about and between them, as in Fig. 5 on page 114, like rivers among islands, pursuing, however, on the whole, a straight course across the mass of rock. If it could be shown that such pieces of stone had been formed in the horizontal position in which I have drawn the one in the figure, the structure would be somewhat intelligible as the result of settlement. But, on the contrary, the lines of such foliated rocks hardly ever are horizontal; neither can distinct evidence be found of their at any time having been so. The evidence, on the contrary, is often strongly in favor of their having been formed in the highly inclined directions in which they now occur, such as that of the piece in Fig. 7, p. 117.45
§ 4. Now it’s pretty easy to grasp how, in compact crystals, the different elements of the rock, separating from each other as they solidified from their liquid state, whether from a watery solution or fiery melting, might arrange themselves in irregular grains as at a in Fig. 3, p. 106. This kind of arrangement is something we can see happening right in front of us in volcanic rocks as they cool. However, it’s not at all simple to comprehend how the white, hard, and relatively heavy substances would group into knots and bands in one specific direction, while the delicate flakes of mica would undulate around and between them, as shown in Fig. 5 on page 114, like rivers winding through islands, yet overall following a straight path across the rock mass. If it could be demonstrated that such pieces of stone were formed in the horizontal position depicted in the figure, the structure would make some sense as the outcome of settling. But, on the flip side, the lines of such foliated rocks are hardly ever horizontal; nor is there clear evidence that they ever were. In fact, the evidence often strongly suggests that they were formed in the steeply inclined positions in which they currently exist, like that of the piece in Fig. 7, p. 117, 45.
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Fig. 6. |
§ 5. Such, however, is the simple fact, that when the compact 116 pact crystallines are about to pass into slaty crystallines, their mica throws itself into these bands and zones, undulating around knots of the other substances which compose the rock. Gradually the knots diminish in size, the mica becomes more abundant and more definite in direction, and at last the mass, when broken across the beds, assumes the appearance of Fig. 6 on the last page.46 Now it will be noticed that, in the lines of that figure, no less than in Fig. 5, though more delicately, there is a subdued, but continual expression of undulation. This character belongs, more or less, to nearly the whole mass of slaty crystalline rocks; it is one of exquisite beauty, and of the highest importance to their picturesque forms. It is also one of as great mysteriousness as beauty. For these two figures are selected from crystallines whose beds are remarkably straight; in the greater number the undulation becomes far more violent, and, in many, passes into absolute contortion. Fig. 7 is a piece of a slaty crystalline, rich in mica, from the Valley of St. Nicolas, below Zermatt. The rock from which it was broken was thrown into coils three or four feet across: the fragment, which is drawn of the real size, was at one of the turns, and came away like a thick portion of a crumpled quire of paper from the other sheets.47
§ 5. However, the simple fact is that when compact crystalline rocks are about to turn into slaty crystalline rocks, the mica organizes itself into bands and zones, flowing around lumps of other materials that make up the rock. Gradually, the lumps get smaller, the mica becomes more abundant and more aligned, and eventually, when the mass is broken across the beds, it looks like Fig. 6 on the last page.46 You'll notice that in the lines of that figure, just like in Fig. 5, although more subtly, there's a quiet yet continuous expression of undulation. This feature is present, to varying degrees, in almost all slaty crystalline rocks; it is incredibly beautiful and plays a significant role in their picturesque shapes. It also holds a level of mystery as great as its beauty. These two figures come from crystallines with remarkably straight layers; in many cases, the undulation becomes much more pronounced, and in some, it even turns into absolute twisting. Fig. 7 is a piece of slaty crystalline rich in mica, from the Valley of St. Nicolas, below Zermatt. The rock from which it was taken was curled into loops three or four feet wide: the fragment, shown at actual size, was at one of the curves and came off like a thick piece of crumpled paper from the other sheets.47
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Fig. 7. |
§ 6. I might devote half a volume to a description of the fantastic and incomprehensible arrangement of these rocks and their veins; but all that is necessary for the general reader to Typical character of Slaty Crystallines. know or remember, is this broad fact of the undulation of their whole substance. For there is something, it seems to me, inexpressibly marvellous in this phenomenon, largely looked at. It is to be remembered 118 that these are the rocks which, on the average, will be oftenest observed, and with the greatest interest, by the human race. The central granites are too far removed, the lower rocks too common, to be carefully studied; these slaty crystallines form the noblest hills that are easily accessible, and seem to be thus calculated especially to attract observation, and reward it. Well, we begin to examine them; and first, we find a notable hardness in them, and a thorough boldness of general character, which make us regard them as very types of perfect rocks. They have nothing of the look of dried earth about them, nothing petty or limited in the display of their bulk. Where they are, they seem to form the world; no mere bank of a river here, or of a lane there, peeping out among the hedges or forests: but from the lowest valley to the highest clouds, all is theirs—one adamantine dominion and rigid authority of rock. We yield ourselves to the impression of their eternal, unconquerable stubbornness of strength; their mass seems the least yielding, least to be softened, or in anywise dealt with by external force, of all earthly substance. And, behold, as we look farther into it, it is all touched and troubled, like waves by a summer breeze; rippled, far more delicately than seas or lakes are rippled; they only undulate along their surfaces—this rock trembles through its every fibre, like the chords of an Eolian harp—like the stillest air of spring with the echoes of a child's voice. Into the heart of all those great mountains, through every tossing of their boundless crests, and deep beneath all their unfathomable defiles, flows that strange quivering of their substance. Other and weaker things seem to express their subjection to an Infinite power only by momentary terrors: as the weeds bow down before the feverish wind, and the sound of the going in the tops of the taller trees passes on before the clouds, and the fitful opening of pale spaces on the dark water as if some invisible hand were casting dust abroad upon it, gives warning of the anger that is to come, we may well imagine that there is indeed a fear passing upon the grass, and leaves, and waters, at the presence of some great spirit commissioned to let the tempest loose; but the terror passes, and their sweet rest is perpetually restored to the pastures and the waves. Not so to the mountains. They, which at first seem strengthened beyond the dread of any violence or 119 change, are yet also ordained to bear upon them the symbol of a perpetual Fear: the tremor which fades from the soft lake and gliding river is sealed, to all eternity, upon the rock; and while things that pass visibly from birth to death may sometimes forget their feebleness, the mountains are made to possess a perpetual memorial of their infancy,—that infancy which the prophet saw in his vision: "I beheld the earth, and lo, it was without form and void, and the heavens, and they had no light. I beheld the mountains, and lo, they trembled; and all the hills moved lightly."
§ 6. I could spend half a volume describing the amazing and puzzling arrangement of these rocks and their veins, but all the general reader really needs to know or remember is the simple fact of the undulation of their entire substance. To me, there’s something incredibly marvelous about this phenomenon when viewed broadly. It’s important to note that these are the rocks most often seen and studied with great interest by humanity. The central granites are too far away, and the lower rocks are too commonplace to warrant careful examination; these slaty crystallines form the most impressive hills that are easily accessible and seem specifically designed to attract observation and reward it. As we start to examine them, we first notice their remarkable hardness and strong overall character, which makes us see them as prime examples of perfect rocks. They don’t give off the appearance of dry earth, nor do they show anything trivial or limited in their size. Wherever they are found, they seem to dominate the landscape; there’s no mere bank of a river here or a path there peeking out among hedges or forests: they encompass everything from the lowest valley to the highest clouds—one unyielding realm of rock. We allow ourselves to be moved by their eternal, unconquerable stubbornness; their mass appears the least flexible, least able to be softened or affected by external forces, of all earthly materials. And, as we look deeper, we see that they are all stirred and affected, like gentle waves by a summer breeze; rippling, much more delicately than seas or lakes ever ripple; they just undulate along their surfaces—this rock trembles in every fiber, like the strings of an Eolian harp—like the quiet air of spring carrying the echoes of a child's voice. Deep within those towering mountains, through every rise of their endless peaks, and far beneath all their unfathomable passes, this strange quivering of their substance flows. Other weaker things seem to show their submission to an Infinite power only through fleeting fears: like weeds bowing before a restless wind, and the sounds rushing through the tops of taller trees as they sway before the clouds. The sudden shifts of pale spaces on dark water, as if an unseen hand were scattering dust across it, suggest that some powerful spirit is about to unleash a storm; but the fear subsides, and the peaceful rest of the fields and waves is continually restored. Not so for the mountains. They, which at first appear fortified against any violence or change, are also destined to carry the mark of an ongoing Fear: the tremor that fades from a calm lake and a flowing river is eternally etched into the rock; and while things that visibly move from birth to death might sometimes forget their fragility, the mountains are meant to possess a lasting reminder of their beginnings—those beginnings that the prophet saw in his vision: "I beheld the earth, and lo, it was without form and void, and the heavens, and they had no light. I beheld the mountains, and lo, they trembled; and all the hills moved lightly."
§ 7. Thus far may we trace the apparent typical signification
of the structure of those noble rocks. The material uses of
this structure are not less important. These substances of the
Serviceable characters of the Slaty Crystallines.
1. Fitness for building with.
higher mountains, it is always to be remembered,
were to be so hard as to enable them to be raised
into, and remain in, the most magnificent forms;
and this hardness renders it a matter of great difficulty
for the peasant to break them into such
masses as are required for his daily purposes. He is compelled
in general to gather the fragments which are to form the walls
of his house or his garden from the ruins into which the mountain
suffers its ridges to be naturally broken; and if these pieces
were absolutely irregular in shape, it would be a matter of much
labor and skill to build securely with them. But the flattened
arrangement of the layers of mica always causes the rock to break
into flattish fragments, requiring hardly any pains in the placing
them so as to lie securely in a wall, and furnishing light, broad,
and unflawed pieces to serve for slates upon the roof; for fences,
when set edgeways into the ground; or for pavements, when
laid flat.
§ 7. So far, we can see the clear significance of the structure of those noble rocks. The practical uses of this structure are equally important. These materials have the
Useful features of the Slaty Crystallines.
1. Suitability for construction.
higher mountains, and it's important to remember that they are hard enough to be shaped into and hold up magnificent forms. This hardness makes it very challenging for a farmer to break them into the sizes needed for daily tasks. Generally, he has to gather the chunks that will make up the walls of his house or garden from the natural debris left by the mountain's ridges. If these pieces were completely irregular, it would take a lot of effort and skill to build securely with them. However, the flat arrangement of the mica layers causes the rock to break into flat fragments, making it easy to arrange them securely in a wall, and providing light, wide, and smooth pieces to use as slates on the roof; for fences, when set upright in the ground; or for pavements, when laid flat.
§ 8. Farther: whenever rocks break into utterly irregular fragments, the masses of débris which they form are not only excessively difficult to walk over, but the pieces touch each other in 2. Stability in débris. so few points, and suffer the water to run so easily and so far through their cavities, that it takes a long series of years to enable them either to settle themselves firmly, or receive the smallest covering of vegetation. Where the substance of the stone is soft, it may soon be worn down, so that the irregular form is of less consequence. But in the hard 120 crystallines, unless they had a tendency to break into flattish fragments, their ruin would remain for centuries in impassable desolation. The flat shape of the separate pieces prevents this; it permits—almost necessitates—their fitting into and over each other in a tolerably close mass, and thus they become comparatively easy to the foot, less permeable to water, and therefore retentive both of surface moisture and of the seeds of vegetation.
§ 8. Furthermore, whenever rocks break into completely irregular fragments, the piles of debris that they create are not only extremely difficult to walk on, but the pieces only touch at very few points, allowing water to flow easily and far through their gaps. It takes many years for them to either settle firmly or gather even a small amount of vegetation. If the stone is soft, it can wear down quickly, making the irregular shape less important. But in the hard crystallines, unless they tend to break into flatter pieces, their destruction would remain in impassable ruin for centuries. The flat shape of the individual fragments prevents this; it allows—almost requires—them to fit together closely, making them easier to walk on, less permeable to water, and therefore better at retaining surface moisture and seeds for vegetation.
§ 9. There is another result of nearly equal importance as far as regards the habitableness of the hills. When stones are thrown together in rounded or massy blocks, like a heap of hazel 3. Security on declivities. nuts, small force will sometimes disturb their balance; and when once set in motion, a square-built and heavy fragment will thunder down even a slightly sloping declivity, with an impetus as unlikely to be arrested as fatal in its increase. But when stones lie flatly, as dead leaves lie, it is not easy to tilt any one of them upon its edge, so as to set it in motion; and when once moved, it will nearly always slide, not roll, and be stopped by the first obstacle it encounters, catching against it by the edge, or striking into the turf where first it falls, like a hatchet. Were it not for the merciful ordinance that the slaty crystallines should break into thin and flattish fragments, the frequent falls of stones from the hill sides would render many spots among the greater mountain chains utterly uninhabitable, which are now comparatively secure.
§ 9. There's another factor that's almost as significant when it comes to the livability of the hills. When rocks are piled together in rounded or substantial blocks, like a heap of hazelnuts, even a small force can sometimes disrupt their balance; and once they're set in motion, a square and heavy piece can come crashing down a slightly sloped hillside with a momentum that's hard to stop and often disastrous as it builds up speed. But when rocks are lying flat, like dead leaves, it's not easy to tip any of them onto their edge to get them moving; and once they do move, they usually slide rather than roll and will be halted by the first obstacle they hit, catching on the edge or embedding in the ground where they land, much like an axe. If it weren’t for the fortunate way that slate-like materials tend to break into thin and flat pieces, the frequent rockfalls from the hills would make many areas in the larger mountain ranges completely uninhabitable, which are currently quite safe.
§ 10. Of the picturesque aspects which this mode of cleavage produces in the mountains, and in the stones of the foreground, we shall have to speak presently; with regard to the uses of the 4. Tendency to form the loveliest scenery. materials it is only necessary to note farther that these slaty rocks are of course, by their wilful way of breaking, rendered unfit for sculpture, and for nearly all purposes of art; the properties which render them convenient for the peasant in building his cottage, making them unavailable for the architecture of more elaborate edifices. One very great advantage is thus secured for the scenery they compose, namely, that it is rarely broken by quarries. A single quarry will often spoil a whole Alpine landscape; the effect of the lovely bay of the Lago Maggiore, for instance, in which lie the Borromean Islands, is, in great part, destroyed 121 by the scar caused by a quarry of pink granite on its western shore; and the valley of Chamouni itself has lost some of its loveliest rock scenery in consequence of the unfortunate discovery that the boulders which had fallen from its higher pinnacles, and were lying in massy heaps among its pines, were available for stone lintels and door-posts in the building of its new inns. But the slaty crystallines, though sometimes containing valuable mines, are hardly ever quarried for stone; and the scenes they compose retain, in general, little disturbed by man, their aspect of melancholy power, or simple and noble peace. The color of their own mass, when freshly broken, is nearly the same as that of the compact crystallines; but it is far more varied by veins and zones of included minerals, and contains usually more iron, which gives a rich brown or golden color to their exposed sides, so that the coloring of these rocks is the most glowing to be found in the mountain world. They form also soil for vegetation more quickly, and of a more fruitful kind than the granites, and appear, on the whole, intended to unite every character of grandeur and of beauty, and to constitute the loveliest as well as the noblest scenes which the earth ever unfolds to the eyes of men.
§ 10. We will discuss the scenic beauty created by this type of rock formation in the mountains and the stones in the foreground shortly. Regarding the use of these materials, it's important to note that these slate rocks, due to their tendency to break unevenly, are unsuitable for sculpture and most artistic purposes. While they are convenient for peasants when building their cottages, they are not suitable for more elaborate architecture. One major benefit of this is that the landscapes they shape are rarely disrupted by quarries. A single quarry can ruin an entire Alpine landscape; for example, the stunning bay of Lago Maggiore, home to the Borromean Islands, is largely marred by the scar left by a pink granite quarry on its western shore. Similarly, the valley of Chamouni has lost some of its most beautiful rock scenery because it was discovered that the boulders from its higher peaks, which once lay in impressive heaps among the pines, were useful for making stone lintels and doorposts in the construction of new inns. However, although slaty crystallines can sometimes contain valuable minerals, they are rarely quarried for stone, which allows the scenes they create to remain mostly untouched by human influence, retaining their powerful melancholy or simple, noble peace. The color of their fresh surfaces is similar to that of compact crystallines, but they are much more varied with veins and zones of included minerals and typically contain more iron, giving their exposed sides a rich brown or golden hue. This makes the coloration of these rocks the most vibrant found in the mountain world. They also create soil for vegetation more quickly and in a more fertile variety than granites, and they seem to be designed to embody every aspect of grandeur and beauty, making some of the loveliest and noblest scenes that the earth offers to the human eye.
46 This is a piece of the gneiss of the Montanvert, near the Châlets of Blaitière dessous.
46 This is a piece of gneiss from Montanvert, near the Blaitière huts below.
47 "Some idea may be formed of the nature of these incurvations by supposing the gneiss beds to have been in a plastic state, either from the action of heat or of some other unknown cause, and, while in this state, to have been subjected to pressure at the two extremities, or in some other parts, according to the nature of the curvatures. But even this hypothesis (though the best that has been thought of) will scarcely enable us to explain all the contortions which not merely the beds of gneiss, but likewise of mica slate and clay slate, and even greywacke slate, exhibit. There is a bed of clay slate near the ferry to Kerrera, a few miles south of Oban, in Argyleshire. This bed has been partly wasted away by the sea, and its structure exposed to view. It contains a central cylindrical nucleus of unknown length (but certainly considerable), round which six beds of clay slate are wrapt, the one within the other, so as to form six concentric cylinders. Now, however plastic the clay slate may have been, there is no kind of pressure which will account for this structure; the central cylinder would have required to have been rolled six times in succession (allowing an interval for solidification between each) in the plastic clay slate."—Outlines of Mineralogy, Geology, &c., by Thomas Thomson, M.D.
47 "You can get an idea of these bends by imagining the gneiss layers as being in a soft, malleable state, either from heat or some other unknown factor, and while in this state, they were pressed at both ends or at various points, depending on the type of bends. However, even this theory, which is the best we have, probably won't help us understand all the twists and turns not only of the gneiss layers but also of mica slate, clay slate, and even greywacke slate. There's a clay slate layer near the ferry to Kerrera, a few miles south of Oban in Argyleshire. This layer has been partially eroded by the sea, revealing its structure. It contains a central cylindrical core of unknown length (but definitely substantial), around which six layers of clay slate are wrapped, one inside the other, forming six concentric cylinders. Regardless of how malleable the clay slate was, there's no type of pressure that could explain this structure; the central core would have needed to be rolled six times in succession (with time to solidify between each) in the soft clay slate."—Outlines of Mineralogy, Geology, &c., by Thomas Thomson, M.D.
CHAPTER X.
OF THE MATERIALS OF MOUNTAINS:—THIRDLY, SLATY COHERENTS.
§ 1. It will be remembered that we resolved to give generally the term "coherent" to those rocks which appeared to be composed of one compact substance, not of several materials. But, as in all the arrangements of Nature we find that her several classes pass into each other by imperceptible gradations, and that there is no ruling of red lines between one and the other, we need not suppose that we shall find any plainly distinguishable limit between the crystalline and coherent rocks. Sometimes, indeed, a very distinctly marked crystalline will be joined by a coherent rock so sharply and neatly that it is possible to break off specimens, no larger than a walnut, containing portions of each; but far more frequently the transition from one to the other is effected gradually; or, if not, there exist, at any rate, in other places intervening, a series of rocks which possess an imperfectly crystalline character, passing down into that of simple coherence. This transition is usually effected through the different kinds of slate; the slaty crystallines becoming more and more fine in texture, until at last they appear composed of nothing but very fine mica or chlorite; and this mass of micaceous substance becomes more and more compact and silky in texture, losing its magnesia, and containing more of the earth which forms the substance of clay, until at last it assumes the familiar appearance of roofing-slate, the noblest example of the coherent rocks. I call it the noblest, as being the nearest to the crystallines, and possessing much in common with them. Connected with this well-known substance are enormous masses of other rocks, more or less resembling it in character, of which the following are universal characteristics.
§ 1. It'll be remembered that we decided to use the term "coherent" for those rocks that seem to be made of one solid substance rather than multiple materials. However, just like everything in Nature, we see that her various classes blend into each other through subtle gradations, and there are no clear boundaries separating one from the other. We shouldn't expect to find a clearly defined line between crystalline and coherent rocks. Sometimes, a distinctly crystalline rock is so sharply connected to a coherent rock that you can break off pieces, no bigger than a walnut, that contain parts of both; but more often, the transition from one to the other happens gradually. Even if not, there are usually other nearby rocks that show an imperfectly crystalline nature, transitioning down into simple coherence. This transition typically occurs through various types of slate; slaty crystallines become increasingly finer in texture until they seem to consist entirely of very fine mica or chlorite. This mass of micaceous material gets more compact and silky in texture, losing its magnesium and gaining more of the clay-making earth, until it ultimately takes on the familiar look of roofing slate, the highest example of the coherent rocks. I consider it the highest because it is the closest to the crystalline rocks and shares a lot in common with them. Associated with this well-known material are huge deposits of other rocks that resemble it in various ways, of which the following are common characteristics.
§ 2. First. They nearly always, as just said, contain more of
the earth, which is the basis of clay, than the crystalline rocks;
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and they can be scratched or crushed with much greater facility.
Characteristics of Slaty Coherents.
1. Softness of texture.
The point of a knife will trace a continuous powdery
streak upon most of the coherent rocks;
while it will be quite powerless against a large
portion of the granular knots in the crystallines.
Besides this actual softness of substance, the slaty coherents are
2. Lamination of structure.
capable of very fine division into flakes, not irregularly
and contortedly, like the crystallines, but
straightly, so as to leave a silky lustre on the sides of the fragments,
as in roofing slate; and separating with great ease, yielding
to a slight pressure against the edge. Consequently, although
the slaty coherents are capable of forming large and bold
mountains, they are liable to all kinds of destruction and decay
in a far greater degree than the crystallines; giving way in
large masses under frost, and crumbling into heaps of flaky rubbish,
which in its turn dissolves or is ground down into impalpable
dust or mud, and carried to great distances by the mountain
streams. These characters render the slaty coherents peculiarly
adapted for the support of vegetation; and as, though
apparently homogeneous, they usually contain as many chemical
elements as the crystallines, they constitute (as far as regards the
immediate nourishment of soils) the most important part of
mountain ranges.
§ 2. First. As previously mentioned, they almost always have more earth, which is the basis of clay, than crystalline rocks; 123 and they can be scratched or crushed much more easily. Characteristics of Slaty Coherents.
1. Soft texture. The point of a knife can leave a continuous powdery mark on most coherent rocks; whereas it is ineffective against many of the granular parts in the crystalline rocks. In addition to this actual softness, slaty coherents are 2. Structure lamination. capable of very fine division into flakes, not in an irregular or twisted manner like the crystallines, but straight, giving a silky sheen on the sides of the pieces, as seen in roofing slate; and they separate easily with just a bit of pressure on the edge. As a result, although slaty coherents can form large and impressive mountains, they are much more prone to various forms of destruction and decay compared to the crystallines; they can break apart in large chunks due to frost and crumble into piles of flaky debris, which then dissolves or is ground into fine dust or mud, carried far away by mountain streams. These characteristics make slaty coherents particularly suitable for supporting vegetation; and although they seem homogeneous, they usually contain as many chemical elements as the crystallines, thus forming the most important component (for the immediate nourishment of soils) of mountain ranges.
§ 3. I have already often had occasion to allude to the apparent connexion of brilliancy of color with vigor of life, or purity of substance. This is preeminently the case in the mineral 3. Darkness and blueness in color. kingdom. The perfection with which the particles of any substance unite in crystallization corresponds, in that kingdom, to the vital power in organic nature; and it is a universal law, that according to the purity of any substance, and according to the energy of its crystallization, is its beauty or brightness. Pure earths are without exception white when in powder; and the same earths which are the constituents of clay and sand, form, when crystallized, the emerald, ruby, sapphire, amethyst, and opal. Darkness and dulness of color are the universal signs of dissolution, or disorderly mingling of elements.48
§ 3. I have often mentioned the noticeable connection between bright colors and the vibrancy of life or the purity of materials. This is particularly true in the mineral kingdom. The way particles in a substance come together during crystallization reflects the vital energy found in living organisms; it's a general rule that the beauty or brightness of a substance is linked to its purity and the intensity of its crystallization. Pure soils are always white when ground into powder, and the same minerals that make up clay and sand can crystallize into gemstones like emeralds, rubies, sapphires, amethysts, and opals. Dark or dull colors are universal indicators of decay or the chaotic mixing of elements.48
§ 4. Accordingly, these slaty coherents, being usually composed of many elements imperfectly united, are also for the most part grey, black, or dull purple; those which are purest and hardest verging most upon purple, and some of them in certain lights displaying, on their smooth sides, very beautiful zones and changeful spaces of grey, russet, and obscure blue. But even this beauty is strictly connected with their preservation of such firmness of form as properly belongs to them; it is seen chiefly on their even and silky surfaces; less, in comparison, upon their broken edges, and is lost altogether when they are reduced to powder. They then form a dull grey dust, or, with moisture, a black slime, of great value as a vegetative earth, but of intense ugliness when it occurs in extended spaces in mountain scenery. And thus the slaty coherents are often employed to form those landscapes of which the purpose appears to be to impress us with a sense of horror and pain, as a foil to neighboring scenes of extreme beauty. There are many spots among the inferior ridges of the Alps, such as the Col de Ferret, the Col d'Anterne, and the associated ranges of the Buet, which, though commanding prospects of great nobleness, are themselves very nearly types of all that is most painful to the human mind. Vast wastes of mountain ground, covered here and there with dull grey grass, or moss, but breaking continually into black banks of shattered slate, all glistening and sodden with slow tricklings of clogged, incapable streams; the snow water oozing through them in a cold sweat, and spreading itself in creeping stains among their dust; ever and anon a shaking here and there, and a handful or two of their particles or flakes trembling down, one sees not why, into more total dissolution, leaving a few jagged teeth, like the edges of knives eaten away by vinegar, projecting through the half-dislodged mass from the inner rock, keen enough to cut the hand or foot that rests on them, yet crumbling as they wound, and soon sinking again into the smooth, slippery, glutinous heap, looking like a beach of black scales of dead fish, cast ashore from a poisonous sea, and sloping away into foul ravines, branched down immeasurable slopes of barrenness, where the winds howl and wander continually, and the snow lies in wasted and sorrowful fields, covered with sooty dust, that collects in streaks and stains at 125 the bottom of all its thawing ripples. I know no other scenes so appalling as these in storm, or so woful in sunshine.
§ 4. These slaty rocks, usually made up of many elements that are not fully combined, tend to be gray, black, or dull purple. The purest and hardest ones lean more toward purple, and in certain lights, they reveal beautiful zones and shifting patterns of gray, rust, and dark blue on their smooth surfaces. However, this beauty is closely tied to their ability to maintain the firm structure they’re supposed to have; it mainly appears on their even and silky surfaces, is less noticeable on their broken edges, and is completely lost when they turn to powder. When that happens, they become a dull gray dust, or, when wet, a black sludge, which is valuable as soil for growing things, but looks really ugly when it spreads over large areas in mountain landscapes. Consequently, slaty rocks are often used to create landscapes designed to evoke feelings of horror and despair, contrasting sharply with nearby areas of stunning beauty. There are many locations among the lower ridges of the Alps, such as the Col de Ferret, the Col d'Anterne, and the related ranges of the Buet, which, despite offering magnificent views, represent some of the most distressing sights for the human mind. Vast, barren patches of mountain land, scattered with dull gray grass or moss, regularly interrupted by black outcrops of broken slate that are wet and shining from slow-moving, clogged streams; the snowmelt seeping through them like a cold sweat, spreading creeping stains in their dust; now and then, a little tremor here and there causes a handful of flakes to tumble down, seemingly without reason, into further disarray, leaving jagged edges sticking out like knife blades eaten away by vinegar, sharp enough to cut the hand or foot that touches them, yet crumbling as they inflict wounds, and soon sinking back into the smooth, slippery, slimy mass, resembling a shore of black scales from dead fish washed ashore from a toxic sea, sloping down into filthy ravines that stretch over endless barren slopes, where the winds howl and roam endlessly, and the snow lies in wasted and mournful fields, covered with dirty dust, collecting in streaks and stains at the base of all melting ripples. I know of no other sights as terrifying as these in a storm, or as sorrowful in the sunshine.
§ 5. Where, however, these same rocks exist in more favorable positions, that is to say, in gentler banks and at lower elevations, they form a ground for the most luxuriant vegetation; 4. Great power of supporting vegetation. and the valleys of Savoy owe to them some of their loveliest solitudes,—exquisitely rich pastures, interspersed with arable and orchard land, and shaded by groves of walnut and cherry. Scenes of this kind, and of that just described, so singularly opposed, and apparently brought together as foils to each other, are, however, peculiar to certain beds of the slaty coherents, which are both vast in elevation, and easy of destruction. In Wales and Scotland, the same groups of rocks possess far greater hardness, while they attain less elevation; and the result is a totally different aspect of scenery. The severity of the climate, and the comparative durableness of the rock, forbid the rich vegetation; but the exposed summits, though barren, are not subject to laws of destruction so rapid and fearful as in Switzerland; and the natural color of the rock is oftener developed in the purples and greys which, mingled with the heather, form the principal elements of the deep and beautiful distant blue of the British hills. Their gentler mountain streams also permit the beds of rock to remain in firm, though fantastic, forms along their banks, and the gradual action of the cascades and eddies upon the slaty cleavage produces many pieces of foreground scenery to which higher hills can present no parallel. Of these peculiar conditions we shall have to speak at length in another place.
§ 5. However, where these same rocks are positioned more favorably—in gentler slopes and at lower elevations—they create a foundation for the most lush vegetation; 4. Strong ability to support plant life. and the valleys of Savoy owe some of their most beautiful quiet spots to them—exquisitely rich pastures, mixed with farmland and orchards, and shaded by groves of walnut and cherry trees. Scenes like these, and the ones just described, which are so uniquely contrasting and seemingly set against each other, are specific to certain layers of the slaty rocks, which are both high in elevation and prone to erosion. In Wales and Scotland, the same rock formations are much harder, while they reach lower elevations; the outcome is a completely different landscape. The harsh climate and the relatively durable rock prevent lush vegetation from thriving; however, the exposed peaks, although barren, aren't subjected to the rapid and intense erosion seen in Switzerland. The natural colors of the rocks often show purples and greys that, mixed with heather, make up the primary elements of the deep and beautiful distant blue of the British hills. Their gentler mountain streams also allow the rock formations to remain intact, though in strange shapes, along their banks, and the gradual action of the waterfalls and currents on the slaty layers creates many foreground features that higher hills can't match. We will elaborate on these unique conditions in another section.
§ 6. As far as regards ministry to the purposes of man, the slaty coherents are of somewhat more value than the slaty crystallines. Most of them can be used in the same way for rough 5. Adaptation to architecture and the fine arts. buildings, while they furnish finer plates or sheets for roofing. It would be difficult, perhaps, to estimate the exact importance of their educational influence in the form of drawing-slate. For sculpture they are, of course, altogether unfit, but I believe certain finer conditions of them are employed for a dark ground in Florentine mosaic.
§ 6. When it comes to serving human needs, slaty coherents are generally more useful than slaty crystallines. Most can be used similarly for basic construction, while they provide smoother plates or sheets for roofing. It might be challenging to accurately assess their educational impact as drawing slates. They are definitely not suitable for sculpture, but I believe some of the finer types are used as a dark base in Florentine mosaic.
§ 7. It remains only to be noticed, that the direction of the lamination (or separation into small folio) is, in these rocks, not 126 always, nor even often indicative of the true direction of their larger beds. It is not, however, necessary for the reader to enter into questions of such complicated nature as those which belong to the study of slaty cleavage; and only a few points, which I could not pass over, are noted in the Appendix; but it is necessary to observe here, that all rocks, however constituted, or however disposed, have certain ways of breaking in one direction rather than another, and separating themselves into blocks by means of smooth cracks or fissures, technically called joints, which often influence their forms more than either the position of their beds, or their slaty lamination; and always are conspicuous in their weathered masses. Of these, however, as it would be wearisome to enter into more detail at present, I rather choose to speak incidentally, as we meet with examples of their results in the scenery we have to study more particularly.
§ 7. It’s important to note that the orientation of the lamination (or division into small sheets) in these rocks is not always, or even often, a clear indication of the true direction of their larger layers. However, it's not essential for the reader to delve into the complex issues associated with the study of slaty cleavage; only a few points, which I felt were important, are addressed in the Appendix. It’s necessary to mention here that all rocks, regardless of their structure or arrangement, tend to break in specific directions rather than others, and separate into blocks through smooth cracks or fissures, known as joints, which often affect their shapes more than the positioning of their layers or their slaty lamination; and these are always noticeable in their weathered forms. That said, since it would be tedious to go into more detail right now, I’ll choose to mention them only as we encounter examples of their effects in the landscapes we will study more closely.
CHAPTER XI.
OF THE MATERIALS OF MOUNTAINS:—FOURTHLY, COMPACT COHERENTS.
§ 1. This group of rocks, the last we have to examine, is, as far as respects geographical extent and usefulness to the human race, more important than any of the preceding ones. It forms the greater part of all low hills and uplands throughout the world, and supplies the most valuable materials for building and sculpture, being distinguished from the group of the slaty coherents by its incapability of being separated into thin sheets. All the rocks belonging to the group break irregularly, like loaf sugar or dried clay. Some of them are composed of hardened calcareous matter, and are known as limestone; others are merely hardened sand, and are called freestone or sandstone; and others, appearing to consist of dry mud or clay, are of less general importance, and receive different names in different localities.
§ 1. This group of rocks, the last one we need to look at, is, in terms of geographical reach and usefulness to humanity, more significant than any of the previous groups. It makes up most of the low hills and uplands around the world and provides the most valuable materials for construction and sculpture. It is different from the group of slate-like rocks because it can’t be split into thin sheets. All the rocks in this group break unevenly, like sugar cubes or dried clay. Some are made of hardened limestone, while others are simply hardened sand, known as freestone or sandstone. There are also those that seem to consist of dry mud or clay, which are less commonly significant and have various names depending on the region.
§ 2. Among these rocks, the foremost position is, of course, occupied by the great group of the marbles, of which the substance appears to have been prepared expressly in order to afford to human art a perfect means of carrying out its purposes. They are of exactly the necessary hardness,—neither so soft as to be incapable of maintaining themselves in delicate forms, nor so hard as always to require a blow to give effect to the sculptor's touch; the mere pressure of his chisel produces a certain, effect upon them. The color of the white varieties is of exquisite delicacy, owing to the partial translucency of the pure rock; and it has always appeared to me a most wonderful ordinance,—one of the most marked pieces of purpose in the creation,—that all the variegated kinds should be comparatively opaque, so as to set off the color on the surface, while the white, which if it had been opaque would have looked somewhat coarse 128 (as, for instance, common chalk does), is rendered just translucent enough to give an impression of extreme purity, but not so translucent as to interfere in the least with the distinctness of any forms into which it is wrought. The colors of variegated marbles are also for the most part very beautiful, especially those composed of purple, amber, and green, with white; and there seems to be something notably attractive to the human mind in the vague and veined labyrinths of their arrangements. They are farther marked as the prepared material for human work by the dependence of their beauty on smoothness of surface; for their veins are usually seen but dimly in the native rock; and the colors they assume under the action of weather are inferior to those of the crystallines: it is not until wrought and polished by man that they show their character. Finally, they do not decompose. The exterior surface is sometimes destroyed by a sort of mechanical disruption of its outer flakes, but rarely to the extent in which such action takes place in other rocks; and the most delicate sculptures, if executed in good marble, will remain for ages undeteriorated.
§ 2. Among these rocks, the most prominent is, of course, the great group of marbles, whose material seems to have been specifically created to provide artists with an ideal means to achieve their vision. They have just the right hardness—not so soft that they can't maintain intricate shapes, nor so hard that it always takes a strong blow to make the sculptor's mark; the mere pressure of their chisel produces an effect on them. The white varieties have a stunningly delicate color due to the partial translucency of the pure rock; and I've always found it remarkable—one of the most significant aspects of creation—that all the colorful types are relatively opaque, which enhances the color on the surface, while the white, which would appear somewhat rough if opaque (like common chalk, for example), is just translucent enough to convey an impression of extreme purity, but not so translucent that it loses the distinctness of any forms carved into it. The colors of variegated marbles are mostly very beautiful, especially those made of purple, amber, and green, mixed with white; and there seems to be something particularly appealing to the human mind in the vague and veined patterns of their formations. They are further characterized as the material prepared for human work by their surface smoothness, as their veins are generally only faintly visible in the natural rock; and the colors they develop through weathering are less striking than those of crystalline stones: it is only when shaped and polished by humans that they display their true character. Lastly, they don't break down. The outer surface may sometimes be damaged by a kind of mechanical peeling of its top layers, but rarely to the extent seen in other rocks; and the most delicate sculptures, if made from good marble, can last for ages without deteriorating.
§ 3. Quarries of marble are, however, rare, and we owe the greatest part of the good architecture of this world to the more ordinary limestones and sandstones, easily obtainable in blocks of considerable size, and capable of being broken, sawn, or sculptured with ease; the color, generally grey, or warm red (the yellow and white varieties becoming grey with age), being exactly that which will distinguish buildings by an agreeable contrast from the vegetation by which they may be surrounded.
§ 3. Marble quarries are pretty rare, and we can credit most of the impressive architecture in the world to the more common limestones and sandstones. These materials can be easily sourced in large blocks and can be broken, sawn, or sculpted with ease. Their colors, typically grey or warm red (with yellow and white varieties turning grey over time), provide a nice contrast to the surrounding greenery, helping buildings stand out.
To these inferior conditions of the compact coherence we owe also the greater part of the pretty scenery of the inhabited globe. The sweet winding valleys, with peeping cliffs on either side; the light, irregular wanderings of broken streamlets; the knolls and slopes covered with rounded woods; the narrow ravines, carpeted with greensward, and haunted by traditions of fairy or gnome; the jutting crags, crowned by the castle or watch-tower; the white sea-cliff and sheep-fed down; the long succession of coteau, sunburnt, and bristling with vines,—all these owe whatever they have of simple beauty to the peculiar nature of the group of rocks of which we are speaking; a group which, though occasionally found in mountain masses of magnificent 129 form and size, is on the whole characterized by a comparative smallness of scale, and a tendency to display itself less in true mountains than in elevated downs or plains, through which winding valleys, more or less deep, are cut by the action of the streams.
To these lesser conditions of the compact coherence, we owe most of the pretty scenery of the inhabited world. The charming winding valleys, with cliffs peeking out on either side; the gentle, erratic flow of small streams; the hills and slopes dotted with rounded trees; the narrow ravines, blanketed in green grass, and filled with legends of fairies or gnomes; the rugged cliffs topped by castles or watchtowers; the white sea cliffs and sheep-grazed hills; the long line of sunbaked hills, vibrant with vines—all of these owe their simple beauty to the unique nature of the group of rocks we are discussing; a group that, while sometimes found in magnificent mountain ranges, is generally marked by a relatively smaller scale and a tendency to show itself more in elevated downs or plains, where winding valleys, varying in depth, are carved by the flow of streams.
§ 4. It has been said that this group of rocks is distinguished by its incapability of being separated into sheets. This is only true of it in small portions, for it is usually deposited in beds or layers of irregular thickness, which are easily separable from each other; and when, as not unfrequently happens, some of these beds are only half an inch or a quarter of an inch thick, the rock appears to break into flat plates like a slaty coherent. But this appearance is deceptive. However thin the bed may be, it will be found that it is in its own substance compact, and not separable into two other beds; but the true slaty coherents possess a delicate slatiness of structure, carried into their most minute portions, so that however thin a piece of them may be, it is usually possible, if we have instruments fine enough, to separate it into two still thinner flakes. As, however, the slaty and compact crystallines, so also the slaty and compact coherents pass into each other by subtle gradations, and present many intermediate conditions, very obscure and indefinable.
§ 4. It has been said that this group of rocks can't be split into sheets. This is only partially true, as they are usually found in beds or layers of irregular thickness that can be easily separated from one another. Sometimes, when some of these layers are just half an inch or a quarter of an inch thick, the rock seems to break into flat plates like slate. But this appearance is misleading. No matter how thin the layer is, it will be found to be solid in its own right and not separable into two different layers. In contrast, true slate has a fine layered structure that extends into its smallest parts, meaning that even the thinnest piece can typically be separated into two even finer flakes if we have the right tools. Just as the slaty and solid crystalline rocks, the slaty and solid coherent rocks also transition into each other through subtle gradations, presenting many intermediate forms that are quite obscure and hard to define.
§ 5. I said just now that the colors of the compact coherents were usually such as would pleasantly distinguish buildings from vegetation. They are so; but considered as abstract hues, are yet far less agreeable than those of the nobler and older rocks. And it is to be noticed, that as these inferior rocks are the materials with which we usually build, they form the ground of the idea suggested to most men's minds by the word "stone," and therefore the general term "stone-color" is used in common parlance as expressive of the hue to which the compact coherents for the most part approximate. By stone-color I suppose we all understand a sort of tawny grey, with too much yellow in it to be called cold, and too little to be called warm. And it is quite true that over enormous districts of Europe, composed of what are technically known as "Jura" and "mountain" limestones, and various pale sandstones, such is generally the color of any freshly broken rock which peeps out along the sides of their gentler hills. It becomes a little greyer as it is colored by time, 130 but never reaches anything like the noble hues of the gneiss and slate; the very lichens which grow upon it are poorer and paler; and although the deep wood mosses will sometimes bury it altogether in golden cushions, the minor mosses, whose office is to decorate and chequer the rocks without concealing them, are always more meagrely set on these limestones than on the crystallines.
§ 5. I just mentioned that the colors of the compact rocks are usually ones that effectively separate buildings from vegetation. They do serve that purpose, but when viewed as abstract colors, they are much less appealing than those found in the grander and older types of rocks. It's also important to note that since these lesser rocks are what we typically use for construction, they shape the idea most people have when they hear the word "stone." As a result, the phrase "stone-color" is commonly used to describe the hue that compact rocks generally have. By "stone-color," I think we all picture a kind of tawny gray, with just enough yellow in it to keep it from being considered cool, but not enough to be classified as warm. It's true that across vast areas of Europe, made up of what's known as "Jura" and "mountain" limestones, as well as various light sandstones, that’s usually the color of any fresh rock that appears along the slopes of their gentler hills. It does get a bit grayer over time, but it never approaches the majestic colors of gneiss and slate; even the lichens that grow on it are duller and less vibrant. Although the deep forest mosses sometimes cover it completely in golden mats, the smaller mosses, which serve to decorate and break up the rocks without hiding them, are always less plentiful on these limestones than on the crystalline rocks.
§ 6. I never have had time to examine and throw into classes the varieties of the mosses which grow on the two kinds of rock, nor have I been able to ascertain whether there are really numerous differences between the species, or whether they only grow more luxuriantly on the crystallines than on the coherents. But this is certain, that on the broken rocks of the foreground in the crystalline groups the mosses seem to set themselves consentfully and deliberately to the task of producing the most exquisite harmonies of color in their power. They will not conceal the form of the rock, but will gather over it in little brown bosses, like small cushions of velvet made of mixed threads of dark ruby silk and gold, rounded over more subdued films of white and grey, with lightly crisped and curled edges like hoar frost on fallen leaves, and minute clusters of upright orange stalks with pointed caps, and fibres of deep green, and gold, and faint purple passing into black, all woven together, and following with unimaginable fineness of gentle growth the undulation of the stone they cherish, until it is charged with color so that it can receive no more; and instead of looking rugged, or cold, or stern, as anything that a rock is held to be at heart, it seems to be clothed with a soft, dark leopard skin, embroidered with arabesque of purple and silver. But in the lower ranges this is not so. The mosses grow in more independent spots, not in such a clinging and tender way over the whole surface; the lichens are far poorer and fewer; and the color of the stone itself is seen more frequently; altered, if at all, only into a little chiller grey than when it is freshly broken. So that a limestone landscape is apt to be dull, and cold in general tone, with some aspect even of barrenness. The sandstones are much richer in vegetation: there are, perhaps, no scenes in our own island more interesting than the wooded dingles which traverse them, the red rocks growing out on 131 either side, and shelving down into the pools of their deep brown rivers, as at Jedburgh and Langholme; the steep oak copses climbing the banks, the paler plumes of birch shaking themselves free into the light of the sky above, and the few arches of the monastery where the fields in the glen are greenest, or the stones of the border tower where its cliffs are steepest, rendering both field and cliff a thousandfold more dear to the heart and sight. But deprived of associations, and compared in their mere natural beauty with the ravines of the central ranges, there can be no question but that even the loveliest passages of such scenery are imperfect and poor in foreground color. And at first there would seem to be an unfairness in this, unlike the usual system of compensation which so often manifests itself throughout nature. The higher mountains have their scenes of power and vastness, their blue precipices and cloud-like snows: why should they also have the best and fairest colors given to their foreground rocks, and overburden the human mind with wonder; while the less majestic scenery, tempting us to the observance of details for which amidst the higher mountains we had no admiration left, is yet, in the beauty of those very details, as inferior as it is in scale of magnitude?
§ 6. I’ve never had the time to study and categorize the different types of moss that grow on the two kinds of rock, nor have I figured out if there are actually many differences between the species, or if they just thrive better on the crystalline rocks than on the compatible ones. But one thing is certain: on the shattered rocks in the foreground of the crystalline groups, the mosses seem to purposefully and willingly take on the task of creating the most beautiful color harmonies they can. They don’t hide the shape of the rock; instead, they form little brown mounds, like small velvet cushions made from mixed threads of dark ruby silk and gold, layered over softer shades of white and grey, with gently crisped and curled edges like frost on fallen leaves, with tiny clusters of upright orange stalks sporting pointed caps, and strands of deep green and gold, and faint purple turning into black, all intricately woven together, gracefully following the curves of the stone they love, until the rock is so saturated with color that it can take no more; and instead of appearing rugged, cold, or harsh—qualities we usually associate with rocks—it looks dressed in a soft, dark leopard print, embroidered with patterns of purple and silver. But in the lower areas, it’s different. The mosses grow in more scattered patches and don’t cling as tenderly to the entire surface; the lichens are much sparser and less vibrant; and the stone’s natural color shows up more often, only shifting to a slightly cooler grey than when it’s freshly broken. As a result, a limestone landscape tends to feel dull and cold overall, even somewhat barren. The sandstones are much richer in vegetation: there are perhaps no scenes in our own island that are as captivating as the wooded valleys that wind through them, the red rocks emerging on either side and sloping into the pools of their deep brown rivers, like those at Jedburgh and Langholme; the steep oak thickets rising up the banks, the lighter birch trees swaying freely in the light of the sky above, and the few arches of the monastery where the fields in the valley are the greenest, or the stones of the border tower where its cliffs are steepest, making both field and cliff a thousand times more precious to the heart and the eye. But without the associations, and looking at their natural beauty alone compared to the ravines of the central ranges, it’s clear that even the most beautiful parts of such scenery are lacking and poor in foreground color. At first, this seems unfair, unlike the usual balance we often see in nature. The higher mountains have their powerful and vast scenes, their blue cliffs and snow-like clouds: why should they also have the best and brightest colors for their foreground rocks, overwhelming the human mind with awe; while the less majestic scenery, inviting us to notice the details that we had no appreciation for amidst the higher mountains, is still inferior in the beauty of those very details, just as it is in scale?
§ 7. I believe the answer must be, simply, that it is not good for man to live among what is most beautiful;—that he is a creature incapable of satisfaction by anything upon earth; and that to allow him habitually to possess, in any kind whatsoever, the utmost that earth can give, is the surest way to cast him into lassitude or discontent.
§ 7. I think the answer is simply that it’s not good for people to be surrounded by what is most beautiful; that they are creatures who cannot find satisfaction in anything on earth; and that letting them regularly have, in any form, everything that the earth can offer is the quickest way to lead them into boredom or unhappiness.
If the most exquisite orchestral music could be continued without a pause for a series of years, and children were brought up and educated in the room in which it was perpetually resounding, I believe their enjoyment of music, or understanding of it, would be very small. And an accurately parallel effect seems to be produced upon the powers of contemplation, by the redundant and ceaseless loveliness of the high mountain districts. The faculties are paralyzed by the abundance, and cease, as we before noticed of the imagination, to be capable of excitement, except by other subjects of interest than those which present themselves to the eye. So that it is, in reality, better for mankind that the 132 forms of their common landscape should offer no violent stimulus to the emotions,—that the gentle upland, browned by the bending furrows of the plough, and the fresh sweep of the chalk down, and the narrow winding of the copse-clad dingle, should be more frequent scenes of human life than the Arcadias of cloud-capped mountain or luxuriant vale; and that, while humbler (though always infinite) sources of interest are given to each of us around the homes to which we are restrained for the greater part of our lives, these mightier and stranger glories should become the objects of adventure,—at once the cynosures of the fancies of childhood, and themes of the happy memory, and the winter's tale of age.
If the most beautiful orchestral music could play endlessly for years and children were raised and educated in a space where it was always echoing, I believe their appreciation and understanding of music would be minimal. A similar effect seems to happen with our ability to reflect when we're surrounded by the continuous beauty of high mountain areas. Our minds become numb from the abundance, just as we previously noted about the imagination, losing the ability to be stirred unless we encounter other topics of interest beyond what is immediately visible. Thus, it's actually better for humanity if the features of our everyday surroundings don't provoke extreme emotional responses—that gentle hills, shaped by the curving plow lines, the fresh landscapes of chalk downs, and the narrow twists of wooded valleys are more common scenes of human life than the lofty, cloud-covered mountains or lush valleys; and that, while simpler (but still infinitely interesting) sources of inspiration are provided to us in our homely confines during most of our lives, these grander and more unusual wonders should be the subjects of adventure—serving both as the guiding stars of childhood dreams and the cherished memories that enrich the stories of old age.
§ 8. Nor is it always that the inferiority is felt. For, so natural is it to the human heart to fix itself in hope rather than in present possession, and so subtle is the charm which the imagination casts over what is distant or denied, that there is often a more touching power in the scenes which contain far-away promise of something greater than themselves, than in those which exhaust the treasures and powers of Nature in an unconquerable and excellent glory, leaving nothing more to be by the fancy pictured, or pursued.
§ 8. It's not always that we feel inferior. It’s so natural for the human heart to focus on hope rather than what we currently have, and the allure of what we imagine that's far away or out of reach is so compelling, that often the emotional impact of scenes filled with distant promises of something greater is more powerful than those that reveal all the beauty and power of nature in an unbeatable and impressive way, leaving nothing left to be imagined or chased after.
I do not know that there is a district in the world more calculated to illustrate this power of the expectant imagination, than that which surrounds the city of Fribourg in Switzerland, extending from it towards Berne. It is of grey sandstone, considerably elevated, but presenting no object of striking interest to the passing traveller; so that, as it is generally seen in the course of a hasty journey from the Bernese Alps to those of Savoy, it is rarely regarded with any other sensation than that of weariness, all the more painful because accompanied with reaction from the high excitement caused by the splendor of the Bernese Oberland. The traveller, footsore, feverish, and satiated with glacier and precipice, lies back in the corner of the diligence, perceiving little more than that the road is winding and hilly, and the country through which it passes cultivated and tame. Let him, however, only do this tame country the justice of staying in it a few days, until his mind has recovered its tone, and take one or two long walks through its fields, and he will have other thoughts of it. It is, as I said, an undulating district 133 of grey sandstone, never attaining any considerable height, but having enough of the mountain spirit to throw itself into continual succession of bold slope and dale; elevated, also, just far enough above the sea to render the pine a frequent forest tree along its irregular ridges. Through this elevated tract the river cuts its way in a ravine some five or six hundred feet in depth, which winds for leagues between the gentle hills, unthought of, until its edge is approached; and then suddenly, through the boughs of the firs, the eye perceives, beneath, the green and gliding stream, and the broad walls of sandstone cliff that form its banks; hollowed out where the river leans against them, at its turns, into perilous overhanging, and, on the other shore, at the same spots, leaving little breadths of meadow between them and the water, half-overgrown with thicket, deserted in their sweetness, inaccessible from above, and rarely visited by any curious wanderers along the hardly traceable footpath which struggles for existence beneath the rocks. And there the river ripples, and eddies, and murmurs in an utter solitude. It is passing through the midst of a thickly peopled country; but never was a stream so lonely. The feeblest and most far-away torrent among the high hills has its companions: the goats browse beside it; and the traveller drinks from it, and passes over it with his staff; and the peasant traces a new channel for it down to his mill-wheel. But this stream has no companions: it flows on in an infinite seclusion, not secret nor threatening, but a quietness of sweet daylight and open air,—a broad space of tender and deep desolateness, drooped into repose out of the midst of human labor and life; the waves plashing lowly, with none to hear them; and the wild birds building in the boughs, with none to fray them away; and the soft, fragrant herbs rising, and breathing, and fading, with no hand to gather them;—and yet all bright and bare to the clouds above, and to the fresh fall of the passing sunshine and pure rain.
I don't know if there's a place in the world better suited to show this power of the expectant imagination than the area around Fribourg in Switzerland, extending toward Bern. It's made of gray sandstone, quite elevated, but there's nothing particularly striking for a traveler to see. Usually, it's seen during a quick trip from the Bernese Alps to those of Savoy, and it often leaves a feeling of weariness, especially after the high excitement of the stunning Bernese Oberland. The traveler, tired, overheated, and exhausted from glaciers and cliffs, sinks into the corner of the coach, noticing little more than that the road is winding and hilly, and that the land it passes through is cultivated and calm. However, if he gives this calm countryside a fair chance by staying for a few days, letting his mind recover, and taking a couple of long walks through its fields, he'll start to see it differently. As I mentioned, it's an undulating region of gray sandstone, never reaching much height, but it has just enough of a mountain vibe to create continuous slopes and valleys; it's also elevated just enough to allow pine trees to grow along its uneven ridges. Through this elevated land, the river cuts a ravine about five or six hundred feet deep, winding for miles between the gentle hills, unnoticed until you get close; then suddenly, through the branches of the firs, the eye catches a glimpse of the green, flowing stream below, along with the broad sandstone cliffs forming its banks. These cliffs are carved out where the river leans against them at its bends, creating precarious overhangs. On the opposite shore, at the same spots, there are narrow patches of meadow between the cliffs and the water, half-covered with underbrush, untouched in their beauty, inaccessible from above, and rarely visited by curious explorers along the barely traceable path that struggles to exist beneath the rocks. And there the river ripples, eddies, and murmurs in complete solitude. It flows through a densely populated area, yet never has a stream felt so lonely. Even the weakest and most distant torrent among the high hills has its friends: goats graze beside it; travelers drink from it and cross it with their staffs; and farmers carve new paths for it down to their millwheels. But this river has no companions: it flows on in infinite seclusion, neither secret nor threatening, just a peaceful calm in bright daylight and open air—a vast space of soft and deep desolation, resting away from human toil and life; the waves splash gently, unheard; wild birds build their nests in the branches, unbothered; and the soft, fragrant herbs rise, breathe, and fade, with no hand to gather them—yet all bright and exposed to the clouds above, receiving the gentle touch of passing sunshine and pure rain.
§ 9. But above the brows of those scarped cliffs, all is in an instant changed. A few steps only beyond the firs that stretch their branches, angular, and wild, and white, like forks of lightning, into the air of the ravine, and we are in an arable country of the most perfect richness; the swathes of its corn glowing and burning from field to field; its pretty hamlets all 134 vivid with fruitful orchards and flowery gardens, and goodly with steep-roofed storehouse and barn; its well-kept, hard, park-like roads rising and falling from hillside to hillside, or disappearing among brown banks of moss, and thickets of the wild raspberry and rose; or gleaming through lines of tall trees, half glade, half avenue, where the gate opens, or the gateless path turns trustedly aside, unhindered, into the garden of some statelier house, surrounded in rural pride with its golden hives, and carved granaries, and irregular domain of latticed and espaliered cottages, gladdening to look upon in their delicate homeliness—delicate, yet, in some sort, rude; not like our English homes—trim, laborious, formal, irreproachable in comfort; but with a peculiar carelessness and largeness in all their detail, harmonizing with the outlawed loveliness of their country. For there is an untamed strength even in all that soft and habitable land. It is, indeed, gilded with corn and fragrant with deep grass, but it is not subdued to the plough or to the scythe. It gives at its own free will,—it seems to have nothing wrested from it nor conquered in it. It is not redeemed from desertness, but unrestrained in fruitfulness,—a generous land, bright with capricious plenty, and laughing from vale to vale in fitful fulness, kind and wild; nor this without some sterner element mingled in the heart of it. For along all its ridges stand the dark masses of innumerable pines, taking no part in its gladness, asserting themselves for ever as fixed shadows, not to be pierced or banished, even in the intensest sunlight; fallen flakes and fragments of the night, stayed in their solemn squares in the midst of all the rosy bendings of the orchard boughs, and yellow effulgence of the harvest, and tracing themselves in black network and motionless fringes against the blanched blue of the horizon in its saintly clearness. And yet they do not sadden the landscape, but seem to have been set there chiefly to show how bright everything else is round them; and all the clouds look of purer silver, and all the air seems filled with a whiter and more living sunshine, where they are pierced by the sable points of the pines; and all the pastures look of more glowing green, where they run up between the purple trunks: and the sweet field footpaths skirt the edges of the forest for the sake of its shade, sloping up and down about the slippery roots, 135 and losing themselves every now and then hopelessly among the violets, and ground ivy, and brown sheddings of the fibrous leaves; and, at last, plunging into some open aisle where the light through the distant stems shows that there is a chance of coming out again on the other side; and coming out, indeed, in a little while, from the scented darkness, into the dazzling air and marvellous landscape, that stretches still farther and farther in new wilfulness of grove and garden, until, at last, the craggy mountains of the Simmenthal rise out of it, sharp into the rolling of the southern clouds.
§ 9. But just above the brows of those steep cliffs, everything changes in an instant. Just a few steps beyond the fir trees that stretch their branches, jagged and wild, into the air of the ravine, we find ourselves in a lush, cultivated land; the swathes of its grain glowing and shimmering from field to field; its charming small villages filled with fruitful orchards and blooming gardens, complete with steep-roofed storehouses and barns; its well-kept, hard, park-like roads rising and falling from hillside to hillside, or disappearing among brown banks of moss, and thickets of wild raspberries and roses; or shining through lines of tall trees, half glade, half avenue, where the gate opens, or the path without a gate turns trustfully aside, unhindered, into the garden of some grander house, proudly surrounded by its golden beehives, carved granaries, and a rustic layout of latticed and espaliered cottages, pleasing to see in their delicate homeliness—delicate, yet somewhat rugged; not like our English homes—neat, diligent, formal, and flawless in comfort; but with a certain nonchalance and spaciousness in all their details, matching the untamed beauty of their land. Because even in all that gentle and livable territory, there’s an unrestrained power. It is, indeed, golden with grain and fragrant with deep grass, but it hasn’t been conquered by the plow or the scythe. It gives willingly—it feels like nothing has been taken from it or subdued in it. It isn’t rescued from barrenness, but instead remains unbridled in its abundance—an open-hearted land, bright with unpredictable plenty, and laughing from valley to valley in sporadic fullness, both kind and wild; and this isn’t without a tougher element mixed in its essence. For along all its ridges stand the dark clusters of countless pines, remaining aloof from its joy, always asserting themselves as fixed shadows, unpierced or banished, even in the brightest sunlight; fallen flakes and pieces of the night, standing still in their solemn squares amidst all the rosy curves of the orchard branches and the golden glow of the harvest, tracing themselves in black patterns and still fringes against the washed blue of the horizon in its pure clarity. Yet they don’t darken the landscape but seem to exist mainly to highlight how vibrant everything else is around them; all the clouds appear purer in silver, and all the air seems filled with a whiter and more vibrant sunshine where it’s punctuated by the dark points of the pines; and all the pastures look an even more glowing green, where they weave between the purple trunks: and the sweet field pathways edge the forest for the sake of its shade, sloping up and down around the slippery roots, and sometimes losing themselves hopelessly among the violets, ground ivy, and brown shed leaves; and, eventually, plunging into some open aisle where the light filtering through the distant stems suggests that there’s a chance of emerging again on the other side; and indeed coming out shortly, from the fragrant darkness into the dazzling air and marvelous landscape, which stretches farther and farther into new whims of grove and garden, until, at last, the craggy mountains of the Simmenthal rise from it, sharp against the rolling southern clouds.
§ 10. I believe, for general development of human intelligence and sensibility, country of this kind is about the most perfect that exists. A richer landscape, as that of Italy, enervates, or causes wantonness; a poorer contracts the conceptions, and hardens the temperament of both mind and body; and one more curiously or prominently beautiful deadens the sense of beauty. Even what is here of attractiveness,—far exceeding, as it does that of most of the thickly peopled districts of the temperate zone,—seems to act harmfully on the poetical character of the Swiss; but take its inhabitants all in all, as with deep love and stern penetration they are painted in the works of their principal writer, Gotthelf, and I believe we shall not easily find a peasantry which would completely sustain comparison with them.
§ 10. I believe that for the overall development of human intelligence and sensitivity, a country like this is one of the best there is. A richer landscape, like that of Italy, can be exhausting or lead to indulgence; a poorer landscape limits thinking and toughens both the mind and body; and one that's more unusually or strikingly beautiful can numb the appreciation of beauty. Even the attractions here, which far surpass those of most densely populated areas in the temperate zone, seem to have a negative effect on the poetic nature of the Swiss. However, if we consider the people as a whole, as deeply and insightfully portrayed in the works of their main author, Gotthelf, I believe we won’t easily find a rural community that can fully compare to them.
§ 11. But be this as it may, it is certain that the compact coherent rocks are appointed to form the greatest part of the earth's surface, and by their utility, and easily changed and governed qualities, to tempt man to dwell among them; being, however, in countries not definitely mountainous, usually covered to a certain depth by those beds of loose gravel and sand to which we agreed to give the name of diluvium. There is nothing which will require to be noted respecting these last, except the forms into which they are brought by the action of water; and the account of these belongs properly to the branch of inquiry which follows next in the order we proposed to ourselves, namely, that touching the sculpture of mountains, to which it will be best to devote some separate chapters; this only being noted in conclusion respecting the various rocks whose nature we have been describing, that out of the entire series of them 136 we may obtain almost every color pleasant to human sight, not the less so for being generally a little softened or saddened. Thus we have beautiful subdued reds, reaching tones of deep purple, in the porphyries, and of pale rose color, in the granites; every kind of silvery and leaden grey, passing into purple, in the slates; deep green, and every hue of greenish grey, in the volcanic rocks and serpentines; rich orange, and golden brown, in the gneiss; black, in the lias limestones; and all these, together with pure white, in the marbles. One color only we hardly ever get in an exposed rock—that dull brown which we noticed above, in speaking of color generally, as the most repulsive of all hues; every approximation to it is softened by nature, when exposed to the atmosphere, into a purple grey. All this can hardly be otherwise interpreted, than as prepared for the delight and recreation of man; and I trust that the time may soon come when these beneficent and beautiful gifts of color may be rightly felt and wisely employed, and when the variegated fronts of our houses may render the term "stone-color" as little definite in the mind of the architect as that of "flower-color" would be to the horticulturist.
§ 11. That said, it's clear that solid, cohesive rocks make up most of the Earth's surface and, due to their practical uses and easily changeable nature, attract people to live among them. However, in areas that aren't particularly mountainous, they are typically covered to a certain depth by loose gravel and sand, which we agreed to call diluvium. There’s not much to note about these materials except the shapes they take on from water's action; this topic belongs to the next area of inquiry we planned to cover, specifically regarding the carving of mountains, which deserves separate chapters. In conclusion, regarding the various rocks we've described, we can see that from the entire range, we can achieve almost every pleasant color to the human eye, often slightly muted or softened. We find lovely subdued reds and deep purples in porphyries and shades of pale rose in granites; all shades of silvery and leaden grey moving into purple in slates; deep green and various shades of greenish-grey in volcanic rocks and serpentines; rich oranges and golden browns in gneiss; black in lias limestones; and all these, along with pure white, in marbles. One color we rarely find in exposed rock is that dull brown mentioned earlier as the least appealing of all colors; any hint of it is naturally softened by the atmosphere into a purple-grey. All of this seems intended for human enjoyment and pleasure; I hope that the day will come when these beautiful and beneficial colors are appreciated and used wisely, and when the diverse facades of our buildings make the term "stone-color" as vague to architects as "flower-color" is to horticulturists.
CHAPTER XII.
ON THE SCULPTURE OF MOUNTAINS:—FIRST, THE LATERAL RANGES.
§ 1. Close beside the path by which travellers ascend the Montanvert from the valley of Chamouni, on the right hand, where it first begins to rise among the pines, there descends a small stream from the foot of the granite peak known to the guides as the Aiguille Charmoz. It is concealed from the traveller by a thicket of alder, and its murmur is hardly heard, for it is one of the weakest streams of the valley. But it is a constant stream; fed by a permanent though small glacier, and continuing to flow even to the close of the summer, when more copious torrents, depending only on the melting of the lower snows, have left their beds "stony channels in the sun."
§ 1. Close to the path that travelers use to ascend the Montanvert from the Chamouni valley, on the right side where it starts to rise among the pines, there's a small stream flowing down from the base of the granite peak known to the guides as Aiguille Charmoz. It’s hidden from sight by a thicket of alder, and its sound is barely noticeable, as it is one of the smallest streams in the valley. However, it’s a steady stream; it’s supplied by a permanent, although small, glacier and continues to flow even into the late summer, when other larger torrents, which rely only on the melting of the lower snows, have left their beds "stony channels in the sun."
I suppose that my readers must be generally aware that glaciers are masses of ice in slow motion, at the rate of from ten to twenty inches a day, and that the stones which are caught between them and the rocks over which they pass, or which are embedded in the ice and dragged along by it over those rocks, are of course subjected to a crushing and grinding power altogether unparalleled by any other force in constant action. The dust to which these stones are reduced by the friction is carried down by the streams which flow from the melting glacier, so that the water which in the morning may be pure, owing what little strength it has chiefly to the rock springs, is in the afternoon not only increased in volume, but whitened with dissolved dust of granite, in proportion to the heat of the preceding hours of the day, and to the power and size of the glacier which feeds it.
I think my readers generally know that glaciers are huge masses of ice that move slowly, usually around ten to twenty inches a day. The stones that get caught between the ice and the rocks they move over, or that are trapped in the ice and dragged along, experience crushing and grinding forces that are unmatched by any other constant force. The dust created from these stones due to the friction is carried downstream by the meltwater from the glacier. So, while the water might be clear in the morning, thanks to the spring-fed sources, by the afternoon it's not only more abundant but also cloudy with dissolved granite dust, depending on how hot it got during the day and the size and strength of the glacier feeding it.
§ 2. The long drought which took place in the autumn of the year 1854, sealing every source of waters except these perpetual ones, left the torrent of which I am speaking, and such others, in a state peculiarly favorable to observance of their 138 least action on the mountains from which they descend. They were entirely limited to their own ice fountains, and the quantity of powdered rock which they brought down was, of course, at its minimum, being nearly unmingled with any earth derived from the dissolution of softer soil, or vegetable mould, by rains.
§ 2. The long drought that happened in the autumn of 1854, drying up every water source except these constant ones, left the torrent I'm talking about, and others like it, in a state that made it especially easy to observe their 138 least actions on the mountains they flow down from. They were completely reliant on their own ice springs, and the amount of crushed rock they carried down was at its lowest, nearly free from any soil resulting from the breakdown of softer ground or decaying plant matter due to rain.
At three in the afternoon, on a warm day in September, when the torrent had reached its average maximum strength for the day, I filled an ordinary Bordeaux wine-flask with the water where it was least turbid. From this quart of water I obtained twenty-four grains of sand and sediment, more or less fine. I cannot estimate the quantity of water in the stream; but the runlet of it at which I filled the flask was giving about two hundred bottles a minute, or rather more, carrying down therefore about three quarters of a pound of powdered granite every minute. This would be forty-five pounds an hour; but allowing for the inferior power of the stream in the cooler periods of the day, and taking into consideration, on the other side, its increased power in rain, we may, I think, estimate its average hour's work at twenty-eight or thirty pounds, or a hundred weight every four hours. By this insignificant runlet, therefore, some four inches wide and four inches deep, rather more than two tons of the substance of the Mont Blanc are displaced, and carried down a certain distance every week; and as it is only for three or four months that the flow of the stream is checked by frost, we may certainly allow eighty tons for the mass which it annually moves.
At three in the afternoon on a warm September day, when the stream had reached its average maximum strength for the day, I filled a regular Bordeaux wine flask with the water where it was least cloudy. From this quart of water, I collected twenty-four grains of sand and sediment, ranging from fine to coarse. I can't estimate the total amount of water in the stream, but the little flow I filled the flask from was delivering about two hundred bottles a minute, or possibly more, carrying down around three-quarters of a pound of powdered granite every minute. That totals up to forty-five pounds an hour; however, if we account for the reduced flow in cooler parts of the day, while also considering the increased flow during rain, we might estimate the average output at around twenty-eight or thirty pounds, or a hundredweight every four hours. Thus, by this seemingly insignificant stream, no more than four inches wide and four inches deep, over two tons of Mont Blanc material are moved and carried downstream each week. Since the flow of the stream is only interrupted by frost for three or four months out of the year, we can confidently estimate that it moves about eighty tons of material annually.
§ 3. It is not worth while to enter into any calculation of the relation borne by this runlet to the great torrents which descend from the chain of Mont Blanc into the valley of Chamouni. To call it the thousandth part of the glacier waters, would give a ludicrous under-estimate of their total power; but even so calling it, we should find for result that eighty thousand tons of mountain must be yearly transformed into drifted sand, and carried down a certain distance.49 How much greater than this is the actual quantity so transformed I cannot tell; 139 but take this quantity as certain, and consider that this represents merely the results of the labor of the constant summer streams, utterly irrespective of all sudden falls of stones and of masses of mountain (a single thunderbolt will sometimes leave a scar on the flank of a soft rock, looking like a trench for a railroad); and we shall then begin to apprehend something of the operation of the great laws of change, which are the conditions of all material existence, however apparently enduring. The hills, which, as compared with living beings, seem "everlasting," are, in truth, as perishing as they: its veins of flowing fountain weary the mountain heart, as the crimson pulse does ours; the natural force of the iron crag is abated in its appointed time, like the strength of the sinews in a human old age; and it is but the lapse of the longer years of decay which, in the sight of its Creator, distinguishes the mountain range from the moth and the worm.
§ 3. It isn't worth the effort to calculate how this small stream compares to the large torrents that flow from the Mont Blanc range into the Chamouni valley. Calling it a mere thousandth of the glacier waters would be a ridiculous underestimate of their total power; but even if we did that, we'd find that eighty thousand tons of mountain material must be transformed into drifting sand and carried away a certain distance. How much greater the actual amount transformed is, I can't say; but if we accept this figure as accurate, it only reflects the work of the constant summer streams, completely ignoring all sudden falls of rocks and massive chunks of the mountain (sometimes a single lightning strike will leave a mark on a soft rock, appearing like a trench for a railroad); and with this in mind, we can start to understand the great laws of change that govern all material existence, no matter how enduring it may seem. The hills, which seem "eternal" compared to living beings, are actually just as fleeting; the veins of flowing water wear down the mountain's heart just as our crimson pulse does ours; the natural strength of the iron cliff diminishes over time, just like the vigor of human muscles in old age; and it's simply the longer passage of time that, in the eyes of its Creator, sets the mountain range apart from the moth and the worm. 139
§ 4. And hence two questions arise of the deepest interest. From what first created forms were the mountains brought into their present condition? into what forms will they change in the course of ages? Was the world anciently in a more or less perfect state than it is now? was it less or more fitted for the habitation of the human race? and are the changes which it is now undergoing favorable to that race or not? The present conformation of the earth appears dictated, as has been shown in the preceding chapters, by supreme wisdom and kindness. And yet its former state must have been different from what it is now; as its present one from that which it must assume hereafter. Is this, therefore, the earth's prime into which we are born; or is it, with all its beauty, only the wreck of Paradise?
§ 4. Two important questions come up. From what original forms did the mountains develop into their current state? What forms will they take over time? Was the world in a more or less perfect state in the past than it is now? Was it more or less suitable for human habitation? And are the changes happening now beneficial for humanity or not? The current shape of the earth seems to be guided, as discussed in the previous chapters, by ultimate wisdom and kindness. Still, its previous state must have been different from what it is now, just as its present state will be different from what it will become in the future. Is this, then, the earth we are born into, or is it, despite its beauty, just the remnants of Paradise?
I cannot entangle the reader in the intricacy of the inquiries necessary for anything like a satisfactory solution of these questions. But, were he to engage in such inquiries, their result would be his strong conviction of the earth's having been brought from a state in which it was utterly uninhabitable into one fitted for man;—of its having been, when first inhabitable, more beautiful than it is now; and of its gradually tending to still greater inferiority of aspect, and unfitness for abode.
I can't get into the complex questions needed for a satisfying answer to these issues. However, if you were to dive into those questions, you'd likely come away convinced that the earth was transformed from a completely uninhabitable state to one suitable for humans; that when it became inhabitable, it was more beautiful than it is today; and that it has been gradually becoming even less appealing and less fit for living.
It has, indeed, been the endeavor of some geologists to prove 140 that destruction and renovation are continually proceeding simultaneously in mountains as well as in organic creatures; that while existing eminences are being slowly lowered, others, in order to supply their place, are being slowly elevated; and that what is lost in beauty or healthiness in one spot is gained in another. But I cannot assent to such a conclusion. Evidence altogether incontrovertible points to a state of the earth in which it could be tenanted only by lower animals, fitted for the circumstances under which they lived by peculiar organizations. From this state it is admitted gradually to have been brought into that in which we now see it; and the circumstances of the existing dispensation, whatever may be the date of its endurance, seem to me to point not less clearly to an end than to an origin; to a creation, when "the earth was without form and void," and to a close, when it must either be renovated or destroyed.
Some geologists have tried to show that destruction and renewal are constantly happening at the same time in both mountains and living organisms; that while existing peaks are slowly eroding, others are gradually rising to take their place; and that any loss in beauty or vitality in one area is compensated for in another. However, I can't agree with this conclusion. Undeniable evidence suggests a time when the earth could only support lower animals, adapted to the conditions they faced with specific traits. It is generally accepted that this state has slowly evolved into what we see today. The conditions of the current era, no matter how long they last, seem just as clearly to indicate an end as they do an origin; a creation, when "the earth was without form and void," and an eventual end, when it will either be renewed or destroyed.
§ 5. In one sense, and in one only, the idea of a continuous order of things is admissible, in so far as the phenomena which introduced, and those which are to terminate, the existing dispensation, may have been, and may in future be, nothing more than a gigantic development of agencies which are in continual operation around us. The experience we possess of volcanic agency is not yet large enough to enable us to set limits to its force; and as we see the rarity of subterraneous action generally proportioned to its violence, there may be appointed, in the natural order of things, convulsions to take place after certain epochs, on a scale which the human race has not yet lived long enough to witness. The soft silver cloud which writhes innocently on the crest of Vesuvius, rests there without intermission; but the fury which lays cities in sepulchres of lava bursts forth only after intervals of centuries; and the still fiercer indignation of the greater volcanoes, which make half the globe vibrate with earthquake, and shrivels up whole kingdoms with flame, is recorded only in dim distances of history: so that it is not irrational to admit that there may yet be powers dormant, not destroyed, beneath the apparently calm surface of the earth, whose date of rest is the endurance of the human race, and whose date of action must be that of its doom. But whether such colossal agencies are indeed in the existing order of things or 141 not, still the effective truth, for us, is one and the same. The earth, as a tormented and trembling ball, may have rolled in space for myriads of ages before humanity was formed from its dust; and as a devastated ruin it may continue to roll, when all that dust shall again have been mingled with ashes that never were warmed by life, or polluted by sin. But for us the intelligible and substantial fact is that the earth has been brought, by forces we know not of, into a form fitted for our habitation: on that form a gradual, but destructive, change is continually taking place, and the course of that change points clearly to a period when it will no more be fitted for the dwelling-place of men.
§ 5. There’s only one way to accept the idea of a continuous order of things: the events that started and those that will end the current state may have simply been, and may in the future be, nothing more than a huge development of forces that are always at work around us. Our experience with volcanic activity isn’t extensive enough to let us know the limits of its power; and since we see that the rarity of underground action generally corresponds to its intensity, there might be natural events scheduled to happen at certain times, on a scale that humanity hasn’t been around long enough to witness. The soft, silver cloud lazily hovering over Vesuvius stays there without any interruption; but the violent eruptions that entomb cities in layers of lava happen only after centuries have passed; and the even more intense eruptions from larger volcanoes, which make entire continents shake with earthquakes and incinerate kingdoms, are recorded only in the distant past: so it’s not unreasonable to believe that there are still dormant powers, not extinguished, beneath the seemingly calm surface of the earth, with their period of rest lasting as long as humanity exists, and their time to act coinciding with our doom. But whether such massive forces actually fit into the current order of things or not, the key truth for us remains the same. The earth, as a tortured and shaking sphere, may have moved through space for countless ages before humans emerged from its dust; and as a devastated ruin, it might continue to roll when all that dust has again mixed with ashes that never saw life or were tainted by sin. But for us, the clear and substantial fact is that the earth has, through forces we don’t understand, taken on a shape suitable for our living: this form is undergoing a gradual, yet destructive, change that clearly indicates a time when it will no longer be a suitable home for humans.
§ 6. It is, therefore, not so much what these forms of the earth actually are, as what they are continually becoming, that we have to observe; nor is it possible thus to observe them without an instinctive reference to the first state out of which they have been brought. The existing torrent has dug its bed a thousand feet deep. But in what form was the mountain originally raised which gave that torrent its track and power? The existing precipice is wrought into towers and bastions by the perpetual fall of its fragments. In what form did it stand before a single fragment fell?
§ 6. So, it’s not just about what these shapes of the earth actually are, but rather what they are constantly becoming that we need to pay attention to; and we can’t do that without instinctively referring to the original state from which they emerged. The current river has carved its bed a thousand feet deep. But in what form was the mountain originally shaped that gave that river its path and force? The existing cliff has been transformed into towers and bastions by the ongoing collapse of its pieces. What did it look like before a single piece fell?
Yet to such questions, continually suggesting themselves, it is never possible to give a complete answer. For a certain distance, the past work of existing forces can be traced; but there gradually the mist gathers, and the footsteps of more gigantic agencies are traceable in the darkness; and still, as we endeavor to penetrate farther and farther into departed time, the thunder of the Almighty power sounds louder and louder; and the clouds gather broader and more fearfully, until at last the Sinai of the world is seen altogether upon a smoke, and the fence of its foot is reached, which none can break through.
Yet for such questions that keep coming up, it’s never possible to provide a complete answer. We can trace the past work of existing forces to a certain extent; however, gradually the fog thickens, and the signs of larger forces become visible in the darkness. As we try to dig deeper into the past, the roar of the Almighty power grows louder and louder, and the clouds loom larger and more ominously, until finally, the mountain of the world appears entirely shrouded in smoke, and we reach the edge of it, which no one can cross.
§ 7. If, therefore, we venture to advance towards the spot where the cloud first comes down, it is rather with the purpose of fully pointing out that there is a cloud, than of entering into it. It is well to have been fully convinced of the existence of the mystery, in an age far too apt to suppose that everything which is visible is explicable, and everything that is present, eternal. But besides ascertaining the existence of this mystery, we shall perhaps be able to form some new conjectures respecting 142 the facts of mountain aspects in the past ages. Not respecting the processes or powers to which the hills owe their origin, but respecting the aspect they first assumed.
§ 7. So, if we decide to approach the place where the cloud first descends, it's more to highlight the fact that there is a cloud there than to actually enter it. It's good to be completely convinced of the mystery’s existence, especially in a time that often thinks everything visible can be explained and everything present is eternal. But in addition to confirming this mystery exists, we might also be able to come up with some new ideas about the characteristics of mountain appearances in past ages. Not about the processes or forces that created the hills, but about the way they first looked.
§ 8. For it is evident that, through all their ruin, some traces must still exist of the original contours. The directions in which the mass gives way must have been dictated by the disposition of its ancient sides; and the currents of the streams that wear its flanks must still, in great part, follow the course of the primal valleys. So that, in the actual form of any mountain peak, there must usually be traceable the shadow or skeleton of its former self; like the obscure indications of the first frame of a war-worn tower, preserved, in some places, under the heap of its ruins, in others to be restored in imagination from the thin remnants of its tottering shell; while here and there, in some sheltered spot, a few unfallen stones retain their Gothic sculpture, and a few touches of the chisel, or stains of color, inform us of the whole mind and perfect skill of the old designer. With this great difference, nevertheless, that in the human architecture the builder did not calculate upon ruin, nor appoint the course of impendent desolation; but that in the hand of the great Architect of the mountains, time and decay are as much the instruments of His purpose as the forces by which He first led forth the troops of hills in leaping flocks:—the lightning and the torrent, and the wasting and weariness of innumerable ages, all bear their part in the working out of one consistent plan; and the Builder of the temple for ever stands beside His work, appointing the stone that is to fall, and the pillar that is to be abased, and guiding all the seeming wildness of chance and change, into ordained splendors and foreseen harmonies.
§ 8. It’s clear that, despite all their damage, some traces of the original shapes must still remain. The ways in which the mass crumbles must have been determined by the arrangement of its ancient sides; and the currents of the streams that erode its edges must still mostly follow the paths of the original valleys. So, in the current shape of any mountain peak, the shadow or skeleton of its former self should typically be recognizable; like the faint signs of the initial structure of a battle-worn tower, preserved in some areas beneath the rubble, and in others, reconstructed in our imagination from the fragile remains of its crumbling shell; while here and there, in a sheltered spot, a few unfallen stones still display their Gothic carvings, and a few chisel marks or spots of color tell us about the entire vision and skill of the original designer. However, there’s a significant difference: in human architecture, the builder didn't plan for destruction or set the path for inevitable decay; whereas in the hands of the great Architect of the mountains, time and decay are just as much tools of His purpose as the forces that initially shaped the hills in vibrant flocks:—the lightning and the torrents, and the erosion and weariness of countless ages, all contribute to fulfilling one cohesive design; and the Builder of the temple always stands beside His creation, determining which stone will fall and which pillar will collapse, guiding all the apparent randomness of chance and change into planned brilliance and anticipated harmony.
§ 9. Mountain masses, then, considered with respect to their first raising and first sculpture, may be conveniently divided into two great groups; namely, those made up of beds or layers, commonly called stratified; and those made of more or less united substance, called unstratified. The former are nearly always composed of coherent rocks, the latter of crystallines; and the former almost always occupy the outside, the latter the centre of mountain chains. It signifies, therefore, very little whether we distinguish the groups by calling one stratified and 143 the other unstratified, or one "coherent" and the other "crystalline," or one "lateral" and the other "central." But as this last distinction in position seems to have more influence on their forms than either of the others, it is, perhaps, best, when we are examining them in connection with art, that this should be thoroughly kept in mind; and therefore we will consider the first group under the title of "lateral ranges," and the second under that of "central peaks."
§ 9. Mountain ranges, when viewed in terms of their initial formation and shaping, can be easily divided into two main groups: those made up of layers, typically called stratified, and those made of a more solid substance, known as unstratified. The first group is almost always made up of cohesive rocks, while the second consists of crystalline materials; and the former usually form the exterior, while the latter make up the interior of mountain ranges. Therefore, it doesn’t matter much if we label one group as stratified and the other as unstratified, or one as "coherent" and the other as "crystalline," or one as "lateral" and the other as "central." However, since this last distinction in position seems to have a greater impact on their shapes than the others, it’s probably best, when we study them in relation to art, to keep this in mind; thus, we will refer to the first group as "lateral ranges" and the second as "central peaks."
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Fig. 8. |
§ 10. The lateral ranges, which we are first to examine, are, for the most part, broad tabular masses of sandstone, limestone, or whatever their material may be,—tilted slightly up over large spaces (several or many miles square), and forming precipices with their exposed edges, as a book resting obliquely on another book forms miniature precipices with its back and sides. The book is a tolerably accurate representation of the mountain in substance, as well as in external aspect; nearly all these tabular masses of rock being composed of a multitude of thinner beds or layers, as the thickness of the book is made up of its leaves; while every one of the mountain leaves is usually written over, though in dim characters, like those of a faded manuscript, with history of departed ages.
§ 10. The side ranges, which we will examine first, are mostly wide flat masses of sandstone, limestone, or whatever their material is—tilted slightly upward over large areas (several or many square miles), creating cliffs with their exposed edges, similar to how a book resting at an angle on another book creates small cliffs along its back and sides. The book is a fairly accurate representation of the mountain in both substance and appearance; nearly all of these flat rock masses are made up of many thinner beds or layers, just as the thickness of the book comes from its pages; and every one of the mountain's pages is usually written upon, though in faint characters, like those of a faded manuscript, with the history of long-gone ages.
"How were these mountain volumes raised, and how are they supported?" are the natural questions following such a statement.
"How were these mountain ranges formed, and how are they held up?" are the obvious questions that come to mind after such a statement.
And the only answer is: "Behold the cloud."
And the only response is: "Look at the cloud."
No eye has ever seen one of these raised on a large scale; no investigation has brought completely to light the conditions under which the materials which support them were prepared. This only is the simple fact, that they are raised into such sloping positions; generally several resting one upon another, like a row of books fallen down (Fig. 8); the last book being usually propped by a piece of formless compact crystalline rock, represented by the piece of crumpled paper at a.
No one has ever seen these built on a large scale; no research has fully revealed the conditions under which the materials supporting them were made. The only clear fact is that they are positioned at such angles; often several stacked on top of each other, like a pile of fallen books (Fig. 8); the top book is usually supported by a piece of shapeless, solid crystalline rock, represented by the crumpled piece of paper at a.
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Fig. 9. |
§ 11. It is another simple fact that this arrangement is not effected in an orderly and serene manner; but that the books, if they were ever neatly bound, have been fearfully torn to pieces and dog's-eared in the course of their elevation; sometimes torn leaf from leaf, but more commonly rent across, as if the paper had been wet and soft: or, to leave the book similitude, which is becoming inconvenient, the beds seem to have been in the consistence of a paste, more or less dry; in some places brittle, and breaking, like a cake, fairly across; in others moist and tough, and tearing like dough, or bending like hot iron; and, in others, crushed and shivering into dust, like unannealed glass. And in these various states they are either bent or broken, or shivered, as the case may be, into fragments of various shapes, which are usually tossed one on top of another, as above described; but, of course, under such circumstances, presenting, not the uniform edges of the books, but jagged edges, as in Fig. 9.
§ 11. It’s another simple fact that this arrangement doesn’t happen in an orderly and calm way; instead, the books, if they were ever neatly bound, have been completely torn apart and dog-eared during their rise; sometimes torn leaf by leaf, but more often ripped across, as if the paper had been wet and soft: or, to move away from the book analogy, which is becoming inconvenient, the beds seem to have the texture of paste, more or less dry; in some places brittle and breaking, like a cake, and in others moist and tough, tearing like dough, or bending like hot iron; and in some cases, crushed and shattering into dust, like unannealed glass. In these various conditions, they are either bent or broken, or splintered, depending on the situation, into fragments of different shapes, which are usually piled one on top of another, as described above; but, of course, under such circumstances, showing not the uniform edges of the books, but jagged edges, as in Fig. 9.
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Fig. 10. |
§ 12. Do not let it be said that I am passing my prescribed limits, and that I have tried to enter the clouds, and am describing operations which have never been witnessed. I describe facts or semblances, not operations. I say "seem to have been," not "have been." I say "are bent;" I do not say "have been bent." Most travellers must remember the entrance to the valley of Cluse, from the plain of Bonneville, on the road from Geneva to Chamouni. They remember that immediately after entering it they find a great precipice on their left, not less than two thousand feet in perpendicular height. That precipice is formed by beds of limestone bent like a rainbow, as in Fig. 10. Their edges constitute the cliff; the flat arch which they form with their backs is covered with pine forests and meadows, extending 145 for three or four leagues in the direction of Sixt. Whether the whole mountain was called out of nothing into the form it possesses, or created first in the form of a level mass, and then actually bent and broken by external force, is quite irrelevant to our present purpose; but it is impossible to describe its form without appearing to imply the latter alternative; and all the distinct evidence which can be obtained upon the subject points to such a conclusion, although there are certain features in such mountains which, up to the present time, have rendered all positive conclusion impossible, not because they contradict the theories in question, but because they are utterly inexplicable on any theory whatever.
§ 12. Don’t say that I’m going beyond my limits or trying to discuss things that have never been seen. I’m describing facts or what seems to be the case, not actual events. I say "seem to have been," not "have been." I say "are bent;" I don’t say "have been bent." Most travelers will remember the entrance to the valley of Cluse, coming from the Bonneville plain on the way from Geneva to Chamouni. They’ll recall that right after entering, there’s a massive cliff on their left, nearly two thousand feet high. This cliff is made up of limestone layers bent like a rainbow, as seen in Fig. 10. The edges form the cliff, while the flat arch created by the backs is covered with pine forests and meadows that stretch for three or four leagues towards Sixt. Whether the mountain was made from nothing in its current form or initially created as a flat mass and then bent and broken by external forces doesn’t really matter for our discussion; however, it’s hard to describe its shape without seeming to suggest the latter scenario. All the clear evidence we've gathered points to that conclusion, even though certain features of these mountains have made it impossible to arrive at a definitive conclusion so far, not because they contradict the theories, but because they’re completely inexplicable under any theory.
§ 13. We return then to our Fig. 9, representing beds which appear to have been broken short off at the edges. "If they ever were actually broken," the reader asks, "what could have become of the bits?" Sometimes they seem to have been lost, carried away no one knows where. Sometimes they are really found in scattered fragments or dust in the neighborhood. Sometimes the mountain is simply broken in two, and the pieces correspond to each other, only leaving a valley between; but more frequently one half slips down, or the other is pushed up. In such cases, the coincidence of part with part is sometimes so exact, that half of a broken pebble has been found on one side, and the other half five or six hundred feet below, on the other.
§ 13. So let’s go back to our Fig. 9, showing beds thatlook like they got broken off abruptly at the edges. "If they were actually broken," the reader wonders, "what happened to the pieces?" Sometimes it seems like they were lost, taken away somewhere unknown. Other times, they're actually found in scattered bits or dust nearby. Occasionally, the mountain just splits in two, and the pieces match up perfectly, leaving only a valley in between; but more often, one side slips down, or the other gets pushed up. In these situations, the alignment of the pieces can be so precise that one half of a broken pebble is found on one side while the other half is located five or six hundred feet below on the opposite side.
§ 14. The beds, however, which are to form mountains of any eminence are seldom divided in this gentle way. If brittle, one would think they had been broken as a captain's biscuit breaks, leaving sharp and ragged edges; and if tough, they appear to have been torn asunder very much like a piece of new cheese.
§ 14. The beds that are meant to create notable mountains are rarely divided in such a gentle manner. If they are brittle, they look as if they have been broken like a captain's biscuit, leaving behind sharp and jagged edges; and if they are tough, they seem to have been ripped apart much like a piece of fresh cheese.
The beds which present the most definite appearances of abrupt fracture, are those of that grey or black limestone above described (Chap. x. § 4), formed into a number of thin layers or leaves, commonly separated by filmy spreadings of calcareous sand, hard when dry, but easily softened by moisture; the whole, considered as a mass, easily friable, though particular beds may be very thick and hard. Imagine a layer of such substance, three or four thousand feet thick, broken with a sharp crash through the middle, and one piece of it thrown up as in 146 Fig. 11. It is evident that the first result of such a shock would be a complete shattering of the consistence of the broken edges, and that these would fall, some on the instant, and others tottering and crumbling away from time to time, until the cliff had got in some degree settled into a tenable form. The fallen fragments would lie in a confused heap at the bottom, hiding perhaps one half of its height, as in Fig. 12; the top of it, wrought into somewhat less ragged shape, would thenceforth submit itself only to the gradual influences of time and storm.
The beds that show the clearest signs of sudden breakage are the grey or black limestone layers mentioned earlier (Chap. x. § 4), which are made up of many thin layers, often separated by thin films of calcareous sand that is hard when dry but easily softens with moisture. Overall, the mass is quite brittle, even though some specific beds can be very thick and hard. Picture a layer of this material, three or four thousand feet thick, suddenly breaking with a loud crash in the middle, with one piece being pushed upward as in 146 Fig. 11. It’s clear that the initial result of such a shock would be a complete shattering of the broken edges, causing some pieces to fall immediately, while others would totter and crumble away gradually until the cliff settled into a more stable shape. The fallen fragments would create a jumbled pile at the bottom, possibly obscuring half of the height, similar to Fig. 12; the top, shaped into a less jagged form, would thereafter only be affected by the slow forces of time and weather.
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Fig. 11. |
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Fig. 12. |
I do not say that this operation has actually taken place. I merely say that such cliffs do in multitudes exist in the form shown at Fig. 12, or, more properly speaking, in that form modified 147 by agencies in visible operation, whose work can be traced upon them, touch by touch. But the condition at Fig. 12 is the first rough blocking out of their form, the primal state in which they demonstrably were, some thousands of years ago, but beyond which no human reason can trace them without danger of error. The cloud fastens upon them there.
I’m not saying that this operation has actually happened. I’m just saying that cliffs like these do exist in the form shown at Fig. 12, or, more accurately, in that form altered by visible forces at work, whose effects can be seen on them, touch by touch. But the condition at Fig. 12 is the initial rough outline of their shape, the original state they were in thousands of years ago, but beyond which no human reasoning can follow them without risking mistakes. The cloud settles over them there.
§ 15. It is rare, however, that such a cliff as that represented in Fig. 12 can maintain itself long in such a contour. Usually it moulders gradually away into a steep mound or bank; and the larger number of bold cliffs are composed of far more solid rock, which in its general make is quite unshattered and flawless; apparently unaffected, as far as its coherence is concerned, by any shock it may have suffered in being raised to its position, or hewn into its form. Beds occur in the Alps composed of solid coherent limestone (such as that familiar to the English traveller in the cliffs of Matlock and Bristol), 3000 or 4000 feet thick, and broken short off throughout a great part of this thickness, forming nearly50 sheer precipices not less than 1500 or 2000 feet in height, after all deduction has been made for slopes of débris at the bottom, and for rounded diminution at the top.
§ 15. It is uncommon, however, for a cliff like the one shown in Fig. 12 to hold its shape for long. Usually, it slowly wears down into a steep mound or bank. Most impressive cliffs are made of much more solid rock, which is generally intact and flawless; it seems unaffected, in terms of its stability, by any impact it may have experienced while being formed or shaped. In the Alps, there are layers of solid, cohesive limestone (similar to what travelers from England see in the cliffs of Matlock and Bristol), 3000 or 4000 feet thick, abruptly ending in many places. This creates nearly50 sheer cliffs that are no less than 1500 or 2000 feet high, after accounting for the debris slopes at the bottom and the rounded edges at the top.
§ 16. The geologist plunges into vague suppositions and fantastic theories in order to account for these cliffs; but, after all that can be dreamed or discovered, they remain in great part inexplicable. If they were interiorly shattered, it would be easy to understand that, in their hardened condition, they had been broken violently asunder; but it is not easy to conceive a firm cliff of limestone broken through a thickness of 2000 feet without showing a crack in any other part of it. If they were divided in a soft state, like that of paste, it is still less easy to understand how any such soft material could maintain itself, till it dried, in the form of a cliff so enormous and so ponderous: it must have flowed down from the top, or squeezed itself out in bulging protuberance at the base. But it has done neither; and we are left to choose between the suppositions that the mountain was created in a form approximating to that which it now wears, or that the shock which produced it was 148 so violent and irresistible, as to do its work neatly in an instant, and cause no flaws to the rock except in the actual line of fracture. The force must have been analogous either to the light and sharp blow of the hammer with which one breaks a stone into two pieces as it lies in the hand, or the parting caused by settlement under great weight, like the cracks through the brickwork of a modern ill-built house. And yet the very beds which seem at the time they were broken to have possessed this firmness of consistency, are also bent throughout their whole body into waves, apparently following the action of the force that fractured them, like waves of sea under the wind. Truly the cloud lies darkly upon us here!
§ 16. The geologist dives into vague guesses and wild theories to explain these cliffs; but, despite all that can be imagined or discovered, they largely remain a mystery. If they had been shattered from the inside, it would be easy to see how, in their hardened state, they could have been violently broken apart; but it’s hard to understand how a solid limestone cliff could break through a thickness of 2000 feet without showing any cracks elsewhere. If they had been divided in a soft state, like dough, it’s even harder to grasp how such a soft material could hold itself up, until drying, in the form of such a massive and heavy cliff: it would have had to flow down from the top or bulge out at the base. But it did neither; and we're left to choose between the ideas that the mountain was created in a form similar to its current one, or that the shock that caused it was so forceful and overwhelming that it did its work perfectly in an instant, causing no flaws in the rock except along the actual fracture line. The force must have been similar either to the precise and sharp blow of a hammer when breaking a stone in hand, or the separation caused by settling under great weight, like the cracks in the brickwork of a poorly constructed modern house. Yet, the very layers that seem to have been solid when they broke are also bent throughout their entire body into waves, apparently following the same force that fractured them, like waves in the sea responding to the wind. Truly, we are left in the dark here!
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Fig. 13. |
§ 17. And it renders these precipices more remarkable that there is in them no principle of compensation against destructive influences. They are not cloven back continually into new cliffs, as our chalk shores are by the sea; otherwise, one might attribute their first existence to the force of streams. But, on the contrary, the action of years upon them is now always one of deterioration. The increasing heap of fallen fragments conceals more and more of their base, and the wearing of the rain lowers the height and softens the sternness of their brows, so that a great part of their terror has evidently been subdued by time; and the farther we endeavor to penetrate their history, the more mysterious are the forms we are required to explain.
§ 17. What makes these cliffs even more impressive is that there’s no balancing force against destructive influences. They aren’t constantly split back into new cliffs like our chalky shores are by the sea; otherwise, we might think their original formation was due to powerful streams. Instead, their condition only gets worse over time. The increasing pile of fallen rocks hides more and more of their base, and the rain erodes their height and softens the harshness of their edges, so a lot of their initial terror has clearly been softened by time. The more we try to understand their history, the more mysterious the shapes we have to explain become.
§ 18. Hitherto, however, for the sake of clearness, we have spoken of hills as if they were composed of a single mass or The three great representative forms of stratified mountains. volume of rock. It is very seldom that they are so. Two or three layers are usually raised at once, with certain general results on mountain form, which it is next necessary to examine.
§ 18. Until now, for clarity’s sake, we have talked about hills as if they were made up of a single block or The three main types of stratified mountains. volume of rock. This is very rarely the case. Typically, two or three layers are uplifted at once, leading to certain overall effects on the shape of mountains, which we now need to look into.
1st. Suppose a series of beds raised in the condition a, Fig. 13, the lowest soft, the uppermost compact; it is evident that the lower beds would rapidly crumble away, and the compact 1. Wall above slope. mass above break for want of support, until the rocks beneath had reached a slope at which they could securely sustain themselves, as well as the weight of wall above, thus bringing the hill into the outline b.
1st. Imagine a series of layers of earth in the condition a, Fig. 13, with the bottom layer being soft and the top layer being compact; it's clear that the lower layers would quickly break down, and the solid mass above would collapse due to lack of support, until the rocks beneath formed a slope that could safely hold themselves and the weight of the wall above, resulting in the hill taking the shape b.
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Fig. 14. |
2d. If, on the other hand, the hill were originally raised as at c, the softest beds being at the top, these would crumble into their smooth slope without affecting the outline of the mass below, 2. Slope above wall. and the hill would assume the form d, large masses of débris being in either of these two cases accumulated at the foot of the slope, or of the cliff. These first ruins might, by subsequent changes, be variously engulfed, carried away, or covered over, so as to leave nothing visible, or at least nothing notable, but the great cliff with its slope above or below it. Without insisting on the evidences or probabilities of such construction, it is sufficient to state that mountains of the two types, b and d, are exceedingly common in all parts of the world; and though of course confused with others, and themselves always more or less imperfectly developed, yet they are, on the whole, singularly definite as classes of hills, examples of which can hardly but remain clearly impressed on the mind of every traveller. Of the first, b, Salisbury Crags, near Edinburgh, is a nearly perfect instance, though on a diminutive scale. The cliffs of Lauterbrunnen, in the Oberland, are almost without exception formed on the type d.
2d. If, on the other hand, the hill was originally shaped like c, with the softest materials at the top, these would break down into their smooth slope without changing the outline of the mass below, Slope above wall. and the hill would take on the form d, with large amounts of debris collected at the base of the slope or the cliff. These initial ruins might, through later changes, be variously buried, washed away, or covered up, leaving nothing visible, or at least nothing significant, except for the large cliff with its slope above or below it. Without focusing on the evidence or likelihood of such formations, it is enough to say that mountains of the two types, b and d, are very common worldwide; and although they are often mixed up with others and themselves are usually somewhat imperfectly formed, they are generally quite distinct as categories of hills, with examples that are likely to remain clearly remembered by every traveler. For the first type, b, Salisbury Crags near Edinburgh is a nearly perfect example, albeit on a smaller scale. The cliffs of Lauterbrunnen in the Oberland are almost entirely formed in the d type.
3d. When the elevated mass, instead of consisting merely of two great divisions, includes alternately hard and soft beds, as at a, Fig. 14, the vertical cliffs and inclined banks alternate with 3. Slope and wall alternately. each other, and the mountain rises on a series of steps, with receding slopes of turf or débris on the 150 ledge of each, as at b. At the head of the valley of Sixt, in Savoy, huge masses of mountain connected with the Buet are thus constructed: their slopes are quite smooth, and composed of good pasture land, and the cliffs in many places literally vertical. In the summer the peasants make hay on the inclined pastures; and the hay is "carried" by merely binding the haycocks tight and rolling them down the slope and over the cliff, when I have heard them fall to the bank below, a height of from five to eight hundred feet, with a sound like the distant report of a heavy piece of artillery.
3d. When the raised land, instead of just having two main sections, alternates between hard and soft layers, like at a, Fig. 14, the steep cliffs and sloping banks switch off with each other, and the mountain climbs in a series of steps, with sloping areas of grass or debris on the ledge of each, as at b. At the end of the Sixt valley in Savoy, massive mountain formations connected to the Buet are set up this way: their slopes are quite smooth and made up of good pasture land, while the cliffs are vertical in many spots. In the summer, the farmers harvest hay from the sloped pastures; they simply bundle the hay tightly, roll it down the slope, and over the edge, where I’ve heard it crash to the ground below, a drop of five to eight hundred feet, with a sound like the far-off blast of heavy artillery.
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Fig. 15. |
§ 19. The next point of importance in these beds is the curvature, to which, as well as to fracture, they seem to have been subjected. This curvature is not to be confounded with that rippling or undulating character of every portion of the slaty crystalline rocks above described. I am now speaking of all kinds of rocks indifferently;—not of their appearance in small pieces, but of their great contours in masses, thousands of feet thick. And it is almost universally true of these masses that they do not merely lie in flat superposition one over another, as the books in Fig. 8; but they lie in waves, more or less vast and sweeping according to the scale of the country, as in Fig. 15, where the distance from one side of the figure to the other is supposed to be four or five leagues.
§ 19. The next important aspect of these beds is their curvature, which, along with fractures, they seem to have been subjected to. This curvature shouldn’t be confused with the rippling or undulating texture of the slaty crystalline rocks previously described. I’m talking about all types of rocks equally; not how they look in small pieces, but their large shapes in massive formations, thousands of feet thick. And it’s almost universally true that these masses don’t just lie flatly on top of each other like books in Fig. 8; instead, they form waves, varying in size and expanse based on the scale of the landscape, as seen in Fig. 15, where the distance from one side of the figure to the other is assumed to be four or five leagues.
§ 20. Now, observe, if the precipices which we have just been describing had been broken when their substance was in a hard state, there appears no reason why any connexion should be apparent between the energy of undulation and these broken rocks. If the continuous waves were caused by convulsive movements of the earth's surface while its substance was pliable, and were left in repose for so long a period as to become perfectly hard before they were broken into cliffs, there seems no reason why the second series of shocks should so closely have 151 confined itself to the locality which had suffered the first, that the most abrupt precipices should always be associated with the wildest waves. We might have expected that sometimes we should have had noble cliffs raised where the waves had been slight; and sometimes low and slight fractures where the waves had been violent. But this is not so. The contortions and fractures bear always such relation to each other as appears positively to imply contemporaneous formation. Through all the lowland districts of the world the average contour of the waves of rock is somewhat as represented in Fig. 16 a, and the little cliffs or hills formed at the edges of the beds (whether by fracture, or, as oftener happens in such countries, by gradual washing away under the surge of ancient seas) are no higher, in proportion to the extent of surface, than the little steps seen in the centre of the figure. Such is the nature, and such the scale, of the ranges of hills which form our own downs and wolds, and the French coteaux beside their winding rivers. But as we approach the hill countries, the undulation becomes more 152 marked, and the crags more bold; so that almost any portion of such mountain ranges as the Jura or the Vosges will present itself under conditions such as those at b, the precipices at the edges being bolder in exact proportion to the violence of wave. And, finally, in the central and noblest chains the undulation becomes literally contortion; the beds occur in such positions as those at c, and the precipices are bold and terrific in exact proportion to this exaggerated and tremendous contortion.
§ 20. Now, notice that if the cliffs we’ve just described had broken when their material was hard, there doesn’t seem to be any reason why there should be a connection between the energy of undulation and these broken rocks. If the continuous waves were caused by intense movements of the earth's surface while it was soft, and then remained still long enough to harden completely before they broke into cliffs, there’s no reason why the subsequent shocks would be so confined to the areas that already experienced the first ones, to the extent that the steepest cliffs are always linked to the roughest waves. We might have expected to see impressive cliffs forming where the waves were minimal, and low, simple fractures where the waves were strong. But that’s not the case. The twists and breaks consistently relate to each other in a way that clearly suggests they formed at the same time. Across all the lowland regions of the world, the average shape of the rock waves looks somewhat like what’s shown in Fig. 16 a, and the small cliffs or hills at the edges of the layers (whether from fractures, or as is more often the case in such areas, from gradual erosion by the ancient sea waves) are not higher in proportion to their surface area than the small steps seen in the center of the figure. This is the nature and scale of the hill ranges that make up our downs and wolds, as well as the French coteaux along their meandering rivers. However, as we move toward hillier regions, the undulation becomes more pronounced, and the crags more dramatic; almost any part of mountain ranges like the Jura or the Vosges will appear under conditions like those at b, with cliffs at the edges being more prominent in direct relation to the intensity of the waves. Finally, in the central and most majestic mountain chains, the undulation turns into real distortion; the layers appear in positions like those at c, and the cliffs are steep and awe-inspiring, exactly in relation to this extreme and dramatic distortion.
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§ 21. These facts appear to be just as contrary to the supposition of the mountains having been formed while the rocks were hard, as the considerations adduced in § 15 are to that of their being formed while they were soft. And I believe the more the reader revolves the subject in his thoughts, and the more opportunities he has of examining the existing facts, the less explicable those facts will become to him, and the more reverent will be his acknowledgment of the presence of the cloud.
§ 21. These facts seem to go against the idea that the mountains were formed while the rocks were hard, just as the points made in § 15 challenge the idea that they were formed while they were soft. I believe that the more the reader thinks about the subject and has chances to examine the existing facts, the harder those facts will be to explain, and the more respect he will have for the presence of the mystery.
For, as he examines more clearly the structure of the great mountain ranges, he will find that though invariably the boldest forms are associated with the most violent contortions, they sometimes follow the contortions, and sometimes appear entirely independent of them. For instance, in crossing the pass of the Tête Noire, if the traveller defers his journey till near the afternoon, so that from the top of the pass he may see the great limestone mountain in the Valais, called the Dent de Morcles, under the full evening light, he will observe that its peaks are hewn out of a group of contorted beds, as shown in Fig. 4, Plate 29. The wild and irregular zigzag of the beds, which traverse the face of the cliff with the irregularity of a flash of lightning, has apparently not the slightest influence on the outline of the peak. It has been carved out of the mass, with no reference whatever to the interior structure. In like manner, as we shall see hereafter, the most wonderful peak in the whole range of the Alps seems to have been cut out of a series of nearly horizontal beds, as a square pillar of hay is cut out of a half-consumed haystack. And yet, on the other hand, we meet perpetually with instances in which the curves of the beds have in great part directed the shape of the whole mass of mountain. The gorge which leads from the village of Ardon, in the Valais, up to the root of the Diablerets, runs between two ranges of 153 limestone hills, of which the rude contour is given in Fig. 17, page 154. The great slope seen on the left, rising about seven thousand feet above the ravine, is nothing but the back of one sheet of limestone, whose broken edge forms the first cliff at the top, a height of about six hundred feet, the second cliff being the edge of another bed emergent beneath it, and the slope beyond, the surface of a third. These beds of limestone all descend at a uniform inclination into the gorge, where they are snapped short off, the torrent cutting its way along the cleft, while the beds rise on the other side in a huge contorted wave, forming the ridge of mountains on the right,—a chain about seven miles in length, and from five thousand to six thousand feet in height. The actual order of the beds is seen in Fig. 18, and it is one of the boldest and clearest examples of the form of mountains being correspondent to the curves of beds which I have ever seen; it also exhibits a condition of the summits which is of constant occurrence in stratified hills, and peculiarly important as giving rise to the serrated structure, rendered classical by the Spaniards in their universal term for mountain ridges, Sierra, and obtaining for one of the most important members of the Comasque chain of Alps its well known Italian name—Il Resegone. Such mountains are not merely successions of irregular peaks, more or less resembling the edge of a much-hacked sword; they are orderly successions of teeth set in one direction, closely resembling those of a somewhat overworn saw, and nearly always produced by successive beds emerging one from beneath the other.
As he takes a closer look at the structure of the great mountain ranges, he'll notice that while the most striking shapes are usually linked to the most intense distortions, they can sometimes follow the distortions and other times seem completely separate from them. For example, when crossing the Tête Noire pass, if the traveler waits until the afternoon so that from the top of the pass he can see the impressive limestone mountain in Valais, known as the Dent de Morcles, illuminated by the evening light, he will see that its peaks are formed from a group of twisted layers, as illustrated in Fig. 4, Plate 29. The wild and erratic zigzag of the layers, which cut across the cliff face like a flash of lightning, seems to have no impact on the shape of the peak. It has been sculpted from the mass without any consideration for the internal structure. Similarly, as we'll explore later, the most remarkable peak in the entire Alpine range looks like it was carved from nearly horizontal layers, much like a square pillar of hay is cut from a half-consumed haystack. Yet, at the same time, we frequently encounter examples where the curves of the layers have significantly influenced the shape of the entire mountain mass. The gorge that leads from the village of Ardon in Valais up to the base of the Diablerets runs between two ranges of limestone hills, with the rough outline shown in Fig. 17, page 154. The large slope seen on the left, rising about seven thousand feet above the ravine, is just the back of one sheet of limestone, with its broken edge forming the first cliff at the top, around six hundred feet high, while the second cliff is the edge of another layer positioned beneath it, and the slope beyond is the surface of a third. All these limestone layers slope uniformly into the gorge, where they are abruptly cut off, with the torrent carving its path along the cleft, while the layers on the opposite side rise in a giant twisted wave, forming the mountain ridge on the right—a chain about seven miles long, reaching heights of five to six thousand feet. The actual arrangement of the layers is shown in Fig. 18, and it serves as one of the boldest and clearest examples of mountain shapes corresponding to the curves of the layers I've ever seen. It also highlights a common feature of summits in stratified hills, which is particularly significant as it leads to the serrated structure, famously referred to by the Spaniards with their universal term for mountain ridges, Sierra, and which earned one of the most notable members of the Comasque chain of Alps its well-known Italian name—Il Resegone. Such mountains are not merely a series of irregular peaks, which may vaguely resemble the edge of a worn-out sword; they are orderly sequences of teeth aligned in one direction, closely resembling those of a somewhat worn saw, and typically formed by successive layers emerging one from underneath another.
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§ 22. In all such cases there is an infinitely greater difficulty in accounting for the forms than in explaining the fracture of a single bed. How, and when, and where, were the other portions carried away? Was each bed once continuous over a much larger space from the point where its edge is now broken off, or have such beds slipped back into some gulf behind them? It is very easy for geologists to speak generally of elevation and convulsion, but very difficult to explain what sort of convulsion it could be which passed forward from the edge of one bed to the edge of another, and broke the required portion off each without disturbing the rest. Try the experiment in the simplest way: put half a dozen of hard captain's biscuits in a sloping 155 position on a table, and then try, as they lie, to break the edge of each, one by one, without disturbing the rest. At least, you will have to raise the edge before you can break it; to put your hand underneath, between it and the next biscuit, before you can get any purchase on it. What force was it that put its fingers between one bed of limestone 600 feet thick and the next beneath? If you try to break the biscuits by a blow from above, observe the necessary force of your blow, and then conceive, if you can, the sort of hammer that was required to break the 600 feet of rock through in the same way. But, also, you will, ten to one, break two biscuits at the same time. Now, in these serrated formations, two biscuits are never broken at the same time. There is no appearance of the slightest jar having taken place affecting the bed beneath. If there be, a huge cliff or gorge is formed at that spot, not a sierra. Thus, in Fig. 18, the beds are affected throughout their united body by the shock which formed the ravine at a; but they are broken, one by one, into the cliffs at b and c. Sometimes one is tempted to think that they must have been slipped back, one from off the other; but there is never any appearance of friction having taken place on their exposed surfaces; in the plurality of instances their continuance or rise from their roots in waves (see Fig. 16 above) renders the thing utterly impossible; and in the few instances which have been known of such action actually taking place (which have always been on a small scale), the sliding bed has been torn into a thousand fragments almost as soon as it began to move.51
§ 22. In all these cases, figuring out the formations is a lot harder than explaining the breakage of a single layer. How, when, and where were the other parts removed? Did each layer used to stretch out over a much larger area from where its edge is now broken, or have these layers slipped back into some void behind them? It’s easy for geologists to talk about elevation and upheaval in general, but really hard to explain what kind of upheaval could have occurred that went from the edge of one layer to the edge of another and broke off the necessary bits without disturbing the rest. Try a simple experiment: place half a dozen hard captain's biscuits on a sloped table and then try to break the edge of each one, one after the other, without disturbing the others. At the very least, you’ll need to lift the edge before breaking it; you have to get your hand underneath it, between it and the next biscuit, to gain any leverage. What force could have inserted its fingers between one 600-foot-thick limestone layer and the one below? If you attempt to break the biscuits by hitting them from above, pay attention to the force of your blow, and then imagine the type of hammer that would be needed to break through 600 feet of rock in the same way. Plus, chances are you’ll end up breaking two biscuits at the same time. In these serrated formations, two biscuits are never broken simultaneously. There’s no sign of the slightest disturbance affecting the layer below. If there were, a huge cliff or gorge would form there instead of a ridge. Thus, in Fig. 18, the layers are impacted throughout their entire mass by the shock that created the ravine at a; but they break, one by one, into the cliffs at b and c. Sometimes, it might seem like they must have slipped back from one another; but there's never any sign of friction on their exposed surfaces; in many cases, their continuity or rise from their roots in waves (see Fig. 16 above) makes it completely impossible; and in the few instances known where such movement has actually happened (which have always been on a small scale), the sliding layer has shattered into a thousand pieces almost immediately after it started to move.51
§ 23. And, finally, supposing a force found capable of breaking these beds in the manner required, what force was it that carried the fragments away? How were the gigantic fields of shattered marble conveyed from the ledges which were to remain exposed? No signs of violence are found on these ledges; what marks there are, the rain and natural decay have softly traced through a long series of years. Those very time-marks may have indeed effaced mere superficial appearances of convulsion; but could they have effaced all evidence of the action of 156 such floods as would have been necessary to carry bodily away the whole ruin of a block of marble leagues in length and breadth, and a quarter of a mile thick? Ponder over the intense marvellousness of this. The bed at c (Fig. 18) must first be broken through the midst of it into a sharp precipice, without at all disturbing it elsewhere; and then all of it beyond c is to be broken up, and carried perfectly away, without disturbing or wearing down the face of the cliff at c.
§ 23. And finally, if there were a force strong enough to break these beds in the required way, what force actually removed the fragments? How were the massive fields of shattered marble transported away from the ledges that were meant to stay exposed? There are no signs of violence found on these ledges; the marks that exist have been softly worn by rain and natural decay over many years. Those very time-worn marks may have erased only the superficial signs of upheaval; but could they have eliminated all evidence of the action of such floods as would have been necessary to physically carry away an entire block of marble that spans leagues in length and breadth and is a quarter of a mile thick? Think about how incredibly remarkable this is. The bed at c (Fig. 18) must first be broken through the middle into a steep cliff, without disturbing the rest of it; and then everything beyond c has to be broken up and completely removed, without changing or wearing down the face of the cliff at c.
And yet no trace of the means by which all this was effected is left. The rock stands forth in its white and rugged mystery, as if its peak had been born out of the blue sky. The strength that raised it, and the sea that wrought upon it, have passed away, and left no sign; and we have no words wherein to describe their departure, no thoughts to form about their action, than those of the perpetual and unsatisfied interrogation,—
And yet there's no trace of how all this happened. The rock stands out in its white and rugged mystery, as if its peak was born from the blue sky. The strength that lifted it and the sea that shaped it are gone, leaving no sign behind; we have no words to describe their departure or thoughts to form about their actions, only the endless and unfulfilled question,—
"What ailed thee, O thou sea, that thou fleddest?
And ye mountains, that ye skipped like lambs?"
"What was wrong, O sea, that you fled?
And you mountains, why did you skip like lambs?"
49 How far, is another question. The sand which the stream brings from the bottom of one eddy in its course, it throws down in the next; all that is proved by the above trial is, that so many tons of material are annually carried down by it a certain number of feet.
49 How far is another question. The sand that the stream picks up from the bottom of one swirl, it drops off in the next; all that is proven by the above trial is that a certain number of tons of material are carried down by it each year a certain distance.
50 Nearly; that is to say, not quite vertical. Of the degree of steepness, we shall have more to say hereafter.
50 Almost; that is to say, not completely vertical. We will discuss the steepness in more detail later.
51 The Rossberg fall, compared to the convulsions which seem to have taken place in the higher Alps, is like the slip of a paving stone compared to the fall of a tower.
51 The Rossberg collapse, in comparison to the upheavals that appear to have occurred in the higher Alps, is like a paving stone slipping compared to a tower falling.
CHAPTER XIII.
OF THE SCULPTURE OF MOUNTAINS:—SECONDLY, THE CENTRAL PEAKS.
§ 1. In the 20th paragraph of the last chapter, it was noticed that ordinarily the most irregular contortions or fractures of beds of rock were found in the districts of most elevated hills, the contortion or fracture thus appearing to be produced at the moment of elevation. It has also previously been stated that the hardness and crystalline structure of the material increased with the mountainous character of the ground; so that we find as almost invariably correlative, the hardness of the rock, its distortion, and its height; and, in like manner its softness, regularity of position, and lowness. Thus, the line of beds in an English range of down, composed of soft chalk which crumbles beneath the fingers, will be as low and continuous as in a of Fig. 16 (p. 151); the beds in the Jura mountains, composed of firm limestone, which needs a heavy hammer stroke to break it, will be as high and wavy as at b; and the ranges of Alps, composed of slaty crystallines, yielding only to steel wedges or to gunpowder, will be as lofty and as wild in structure as at c. Without this beneficent connection of hardness of material with height, mountain ranges either could not have existed, or would not have been habitable. In their present magnificent form, they could not have existed; and whatever their forms, the frequent falls and crumblings away, which are of little consequence in the low crags of Hastings, Dover, or Lyme, would have been fatal to the population of the valleys beneath, when they took place from heights of eight or ten thousand feet.
§ 1. In the 20th paragraph of the last chapter, it was noted that the most irregular twists or breaks in rock layers are typically found in areas with the highest hills, suggesting that these distortions occurred during the uplift. It has also been mentioned that the hardness and crystalline structure of the material increase with the mountainous terrain; therefore, we almost always see a correlation between the hardness of the rock, its distortion, and its height; while softness, regularity of position, and lowness are similarly linked. For instance, the rock layers in an English downs range, made of soft chalk that crumbles easily, will be low and continuous like in a of Fig. 16 (p. 151); the layers in the Jura Mountains, made of tough limestone that needs a heavy hammer blow to break, will be high and wavy like at b; and the Alpine ranges, composed of slaty crystalline rocks that only yield to steel wedges or explosives, will be towering and rugged like at c. Without this important relationship between material hardness and height, mountain ranges might not have existed at all or could not have supported human life. In their current impressive form, they wouldn't have been possible; and regardless of their shapes, the frequent erosion and collapses that are of little concern in the low cliffs of Hastings, Dover, or Lyme would have been disastrous for the communities below if they occurred from heights of eight or ten thousand feet.
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§ 2. But this hardening of the material would not have been sufficient, by itself, to secure the safety of the inhabitants. Unless the reader has been already familiarized with geological facts, he must surely have been struck by the prominence of 158 the bedded structure in all the instances of mountain form given in the preceding chapter; and must have asked himself, Why are mountains always built in this masonry-like way, rather than in compact masses? Now, it is true that according to present geological theories, the bedded structure was a necessary consequence of the mode in which the materials were accumulated; but it is not less true that this bedded structure is now the principal means of securing the stability of the mass, and is to be regarded as a beneficent appointment, with such special view. That structure compels each mountain to assume the safest contour of which under the given circumstances of upheaval it is capable. If it were all composed of an amorphous mass of stone as at A, Fig. 19, a crack beginning from the top, as at x in A, might gradually extend downwards in the direction x y in B, until the whole mass, indicated by the shade, separated itself and fell. But when the whole mountain is arranged in beds, as at C, the crack beginning at the top stops in the uppermost bed, or, if it extends to the next, it will be in a different place, and the detached blocks, marked by the shaded portions, are of course still as secure in their positions as before the crack took place. If, indeed, the beds sloped towards the precipice, as at D, the danger would be greater; but if the reader looks to any of the examples of mountain form hitherto given, he will find that the universal tendency of the modes of elevation is to 159 cause the beds to slope away from the precipice, and to build the whole mountain in the form C, which affords the utmost possible degree of security. Nearly all the mountains which rise immediately above thickly peopled districts, though they may appear to be thrown into isolated peaks, are in reality nothing more than flattish ranks of rock, terminated by walls of cliff, of this perfectly safe kind; and it will be part of our task in the succeeding chapter to examine at some length the modes in which sublime and threatening forms are almost deceptively assumed by arrangements of mountain which are in themselves thus simple and secure.
§ 2. However, just hardening the material alone wouldn't have been enough to ensure the safety of the inhabitants. Unless the reader is already familiar with geological facts, they’ve likely noticed the noticeable bedded structure in all the mountain forms mentioned in the previous chapter and have probably wondered, why are mountains always formed this way, like masonry, instead of as solid masses? It is true that, according to current geological theories, the bedded structure was a necessary result of how the materials were accumulated. However, it’s also true that this bedded structure is now the primary factor in ensuring the mass's stability and should be seen as a beneficial arrangement with that specific purpose in mind. This structure forces each mountain to adopt the safest shape possible given the conditions of uplift it experiences. If a mountain were made entirely of a shapeless mass of stone, like at A, Fig. 19, a crack starting from the top, like at x in A, could gradually extend downward in the direction x y in B, potentially causing the whole shaded mass to separate and fall. But when the entire mountain is layered, like at C, a crack starting at the top will stop at the top layer. If it extends to the next layer, it will be in a different location, and the detached blocks, indicated by the shaded areas, remain secure in their positions as they were before the crack appeared. Indeed, if the layers sloped toward the cliff, like at D, the risk would be higher; but if the reader looks at any of the mountain forms previously discussed, they'll see that the general tendency of elevation processes is to cause the layers to slope away from the cliff, constructing the entire mountain in the shape illustrated at C, which provides the greatest possible level of safety. Nearly all the mountains that rise directly above densely populated areas, although they might seem to be isolated peaks, are actually just flat layers of rock ending in sheer cliffs of this very secure type; and it will be part of our task in the next chapter to closely examine how majestic and intimidating shapes can almost misleadingly arise from mountain formations that are inherently straightforward and secure.
§ 3. It, however, fell within the purpose of the Great Builder to give, in the highest peaks of mountains, examples of form more strange and majestic than any which could be attained by structures so beneficently adapted to the welfare of the human race. And the admission of other modes of elevation, more terrific and less secure, takes place exactly in proportion to the increasing presence of such conditions in the locality as shall render it on other grounds unlikely to be inhabited, or incapable of being so. Where the soil is rich and the climate soft, the hills are low and safe;52 as the ground becomes poorer and the air keener, they rise into forms of more peril and pride; and their utmost terror is shown only where their fragments fall on trackless ice, and the thunder of their ruin can be heard but by the ibex and the eagle.
§ 3. However, it was part of the Great Builder's plan to create, at the highest mountain peaks, shapes that are stranger and more impressive than anything that could be built for the benefit of humanity. The introduction of other forms of elevation, that are more intimidating and less stable, happens in direct correlation to the increasing presence of local conditions that would make it unlikely or impossible for people to live there. Where the soil is fertile and the climate mild, the hills are low and safe; as the ground becomes less fertile and the air more crisp, they rise into more dangerous and magnificent shapes; and their greatest danger is revealed only where their fragments tumble onto trackless ice, and the roar of their collapse can only be heard by the ibex and the eagle.
§ 4. The safety of the lower mountains depends, as has just been observed, on their tendency to divide themselves into beds. But it will easily be understood that, together with security, such a structure involves some monotony of aspect; and that the possibility of a rent like that indicated in the last figure, extending itself without a check, so as to detach some vast portion of the mountain at once, would be a means of obtaining accidental forms of far greater awfulness. We find, accordingly, that the bedded structure is departed from in the central peaks; that 160 they are in reality gifted with this power, or, if we choose so to regard it, affected with this weakness, of rending downwards throughout into vertical sheets; and that to this end they are usually composed of that structureless and massive rock which we have characterized by the term "compact crystalline."
§ 4. The safety of the lower mountains, as noted earlier, relies on their tendency to break into layers. However, it's easy to see that, along with safety, this kind of structure also creates a certain monotony in appearance. The possibility of a crack, like the one shown in the previous figure, expanding unchecked and splitting off a huge section of the mountain all at once could lead to unexpectedly dramatic formations. Consequently, we observe that the layered structure is less common in the central peaks; they actually have the ability, or perhaps we could say the limitation, to break down into vertical slabs. They are typically made up of a solid and massive type of rock that we refer to as "compact crystalline."
§ 5. This, indeed, is not universal. It happens sometimes that toward the centre of great hill ranges ordinary stratified rocks of the coherent groups are hardened into more compact strength than is usual with them; and out of the hardened mass a peak, or range of peaks, is cut as if out of a single block. Thus the well known Dent du Midi of Bex, a mountain of peculiar interest to the English travellers who crowd the various inns and pensions which now glitter along the shores of the Lake of Geneva at Vevay, Clarens, and Montreux, is cut out of horizontal beds of rock which are traceable in the evening light by their dark and light lines along its sides, like courses of masonry; the real form of the mountain being that of the ridge of a steep house-roof, jagged and broken at the top, so that, seen from near St. Maurice, the extremity of the ridge appears a sharp pyramid. The Dent de Morcles, opposite the Dent du Midi, has been already noticed, and is figured in Plate 29, Fig. 4. In like manner, the Matterhorn is cut out of a block of nearly horizontal beds of gneiss. But in all these cases the materials are so hardened and knit together that to all intents and purposes they form one solid mass, and when the forms are to be of the boldest character possible, this solid mass is unstratified, and of compact crystalline rock.
§ 5. This isn't universal, though. It sometimes happens that in the center of large mountain ranges, ordinary layered rocks become more compact and strong than usual. From this hardened mass, a peak or range of peaks emerges as if carved from a single block. A prime example is the well-known Dent du Midi in Bex, a mountain that attracts many English travelers who flock to the various inns and guesthouses that now line the shores of Lake Geneva in Vevay, Clarens, and Montreux. The mountain is formed from horizontal layers of rock that can be seen in the evening light by their alternating dark and light lines along its sides, resembling courses of masonry. The actual shape of the mountain is like the ridge of a steep roof, jagged and uneven at the top, making its peak look like a sharp pyramid from near St. Maurice. The Dent de Morcles, which lies opposite the Dent du Midi, has already been mentioned and is illustrated in Plate 29, Fig. 4. Similarly, the Matterhorn is carved from a block of nearly horizontal layers of gneiss. However, in all these instances, the materials are so hardened and interconnected that they essentially form one solid mass, and when the shapes are meant to be as bold as possible, this solid mass is unlayered and consists of dense crystalline rock.
§ 6. In looking from Geneva in the morning light, when Mont Blanc and its companion hills are seen dark against the dawn, almost every traveller must have been struck by the notable range of jagged peaks which bound the horizon immediately to the north-east of Mont Blanc. In ordinary weather they appear a single chain, but if any clouds or mists happen to float into the heart of the group, it divides itself into two ranges, lower and higher, as in Fig. 1, Plate 29, of which the uppermost and more distant chain is the real crest of the Alps, and the lower and darker line is composed of subordinate peaks which form the south side of the valley of Chamouni, and are therefore ordinarily known as the "Aiguilles of Chamouni."
§ 6. In the morning light from Geneva, when Mont Blanc and its surrounding hills appear dark against the dawn, almost every traveler must be struck by the impressive range of jagged peaks that outline the horizon just northeast of Mont Blanc. In normal weather, they look like a single chain, but if any clouds or mist drift into the heart of the group, it splits into two ranges, one lower and one higher, as shown in Fig. 1, Plate 29, where the upper and more distant range is the true crest of the Alps, while the lower and darker line consists of the smaller peaks that form the southern side of the Chamouni valley, commonly known as the "Aiguilles of Chamouni."
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Though separated by some eight or nine miles of actual distance, the two ranges are part of one and the same system of rock. They are both of them most notable examples of the structure of the compact crystalline peaks, and their jagged and spiry outlines are rendered still more remarkable in any view obtained of them in the immediate neighborhood of Geneva, by their rising, as in the figure, over two long slopes of comparatively flattish mountain. The highest of these is the back of a stratified limestone range, distant about twenty-five miles, whose precipitous extremity, nodding over the little village of St. Martin's, is well known under the name of the Aiguille de Varens. The nearer line is the edge of another limestone mountain, called the Petit Salève, within five miles of Geneva. And thus we have two ranges of the crystalline rocks opposed to two ranges of the coherents, both having their distinctive characters, the one of vertical fracture, the other of level continuousness, developed on an enormous scale. I am aware of no other view in Europe where the essential characteristics of the two formations are so closely and graphically displayed.
Although they are about eight or nine miles apart, the two mountain ranges are part of the same rock system. They are both prime examples of the structure of compact crystalline peaks, and their jagged, spire-like shapes stand out even more when viewed from the area around Geneva, as they rise dramatically over two long, relatively flat slopes. The highest slope is from a stratified limestone range, around twenty-five miles away, whose steep end, looming over the small village of St. Martin's, is famously known as the Aiguille de Varens. The closer range is the edge of another limestone mountain called the Petit Salève, just five miles from Geneva. This gives us two ranges of crystalline rocks contrasting with two ranges of cohesive rock formations, each with distinct characteristics: one exhibits vertical fractures while the other displays a smooth, continuous surface, both on a massive scale. I don’t know of any other view in Europe where the essential features of these two formations are so clearly and vividly shown.
§ 7. Nor can I imagine any person thoughtfully regarding the more distant range, without feeling his curiosity strongly excited as to the method of its first sculpture. That long banks and fields of rock should be raised aslope, and break at their edges into cliffs, however mysterious the details of the operation may be, is yet conceivable in the main circumstances without any great effort of imagination. But the carving of those great obelisks and spires out of an infinitely harder rock; the sculpture of all the fretted pinnacles on the inaccessible and calm elevation of that great cathedral,—how and when was this wrought? It is necessary, before the extent and difficulty of such a question can be felt, to explain more fully the scale and character of the peaks under consideration.
§ 7. I can't picture anyone looking thoughtfully at the distant range without feeling a strong curiosity about how it was first sculpted. It's pretty easy to imagine that long banks and fields of rock could be raised up and break into cliffs, even if the details of how that happened remain mysterious. But how were those massive obelisks and spires carved from such incredibly hard rock? How and when was all the intricate detailing done on the inaccessible and serene heights of that grand cathedral? To truly grasp the scale and challenge of this question, we need to elaborate on the size and nature of the peaks we're talking about.
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§ 8. The valley of Chamouni, largely viewed, and irrespectively of minor ravines and irregularities, is nothing more than a deep trench, dug between two ranges of nearly continuous mountains,—dug with a straightness and evenness which render its scenery, in some respects, more monotonous than that of any other Alpine valley. On each side it is bordered by banks of turf, darkened with pine forest, rising at an even slope to a 162 height of about 3000 feet, so that it may best be imagined as a kind of dry moat, which, if cut across, would be of the form typically shown in Fig. 20; the sloping bank on each side being about 3000 feet high, or the moat about three fifths of a mile in vertical depth. Then, on the top of the bank, on each side, and a little way back from the edge of the moat, rise the ranges of the great mountains, in the form of shattered crests and pyramids of barren rock sprinkled with snow. Those on the south side of the valley rise another 3000 feet above the bank on which they stand, so that each of the masses superadded in Fig. 21 may best be described as a sort of Egyptian pyramid,53 of the height of Snowden or Ben Lomond, hewn out of solid rock, and set on the shoulder of the great bank which borders the valley. Then the Mont Blanc, a higher and heavier cluster of such summits, loaded with deep snow, terminates the range. Glaciers of greater or less extent descend between the pyramids of rock; and one, supplied from their largest recesses, even runs down the bank into the valley. Fig. 2254 rudely represents the real contours of the mountains, including 163 Mont Blanc itself, on its south side. The range of peaks, b, p, m, is that already spoken of, known as the "Aiguilles of Chamouni." They form but a very small portion of a great crowd of similar, and, for the most part, larger peaks which constitute the chain of Mont Blanc, and which receive from the Savoyards the name of Aiguilles, or needles, in consequence of their peculiarly sharp summits. The forms of these Aiguilles, wonderful enough in themselves, are, nevertheless, perpetually exaggerated both by the imagination of the traveller, and by the 164 artists whose delineations of them find most frank acceptance. Fig. 1 in Plate 30 is faithfully copied from the representation given of one of these mountains in a plate lately published at Geneva. Fig. 2 in the same plate is a true outline of the mountain itself. Of the exaggerations in the other I shall have more to say presently; meantime, I refer to it merely as a proof that I am not myself exaggerating, in giving Fig. 22 as showing the general characters of these peaks.
§ 8. The Chamouni valley, overall, is basically just a deep trench carved between two nearly continuous mountain ranges. Its straight and even structure makes the scenery, in some ways, more monotonous than that of any other Alpine valley. On either side, it is lined with grassy banks, shaded by pine forests, sloping gently up to about 3000 feet. You can think of it as a dry moat that, if cut across, would look like what you typically see in Fig. 20; the sloping banks are about 3000 feet high, making the moat roughly three-fifths of a mile deep. At the top of the bank on each side, slightly back from the edge of the moat, stand the massive mountain ranges, featuring shattered peaks and pyramids of barren rock dusted with snow. The mountains on the southern side of the valley rise another 3000 feet above the bank they’re on, so each of these masses in Fig. 21 can be described as a sort of Egyptian pyramid, 53 the height of Snowden or Ben Lomond, carved from solid rock and situated on the edge of the great bank bordering the valley. Then there's Mont Blanc, a taller and denser cluster of summits, covered in heavy snow, that caps the range. Glaciers of varying sizes flow down between these pyramids of rock, with one glacier even trailing down the bank into the valley. Fig. 22 54 roughly represents the actual shapes of the mountains, including Mont Blanc itself, on its southern side. The range of peaks, b, p, m, is the one already mentioned, known as the "Aiguilles of Chamouni." They are just a small part of a huge mass of similar, and mostly larger, peaks that make up the Mont Blanc chain, which the people of Savoy call Aiguilles, or needles, due to their sharply pointed tops. The shapes of these Aiguilles, impressive on their own, are constantly exaggerated both by travelers' imaginations and by the artists whose depictions of them are often readily accepted. Fig. 1 in Plate 30 is a faithful copy of a representation of one of these mountains from a plate recently published in Geneva. Fig. 2 in the same plate is an accurate outline of the mountain itself. I'll discuss the exaggerations in the other representation later; for now, I mention it just to show that I’m not exaggerating by presenting Fig. 22 as illustrating the general characteristics of these peaks.
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Fig. 22. |
§ 9. This, then, is the problem to be considered,—How mountains of such rugged and precipitous outline, and at the least 3000 feet in height, were originally carved out of the hardest rocks, and set in their present position on the top of the green and sloping bank which sustains them.
§ 9. So, this is the problem we need to think about—How were mountains with such steep and jagged shapes, standing at least 3000 feet tall, originally shaped from the hardest rocks and placed in their current position on top of the green, sloping bank that supports them?
"By mere accident," the reader replies. "The uniform bank might as easily have been the highest, and the broken granite peaks have risen from its sides, or at the bottom of it. It is merely the chance formation of the valley of Chamouni."
"Just by chance," the reader responds. "The uniform bank could just as easily have been the highest point, and the broken granite peaks could have emerged from its sides or from the bottom. It's just the random shape of the Chamouni valley."
Nay; not so. Although, as if to bring the problem more clearly before the thoughts of men, by marking the structure most where the scenery is most attractive, the formation is more distinct at Chamouni than anywhere else in the Alpine chain; yet the general condition of a rounded bank sustaining jagged or pyramidal peaks is more or less traceable throughout the whole district of the great mountains. The most celebrated spot, next to the valley of Chamouni, is the centre of the Bernese Oberland; and it will be remembered by all travellers that in its principal valley, that of Grindelwald, not only does the summit of the Wetterhorn consist of a sharp pyramid raised on the advanced shoulder of a great promontory, but the two most notable summits of the Bernese Alps, the Schreckhorn and Finsteraarhorn, cannot be seen from the valley at all, being thrown far back upon an elevated plateau, of which only the advanced head or shoulder, under the name of the Mettenberg, can be seen from the village. The real summits, consisting in each case of a ridge starting steeply from this elevated plateau, as if by a new impulse of angry or ambitious mountain temper, can only be seen by ascending a considerable height upon the flank of the opposite mass of the Faulhorn.
No, that's not correct. Even though, as if to highlight the issue more clearly for everyone, the scenery is most striking where the formations are most distinct, the structure is clearer at Chamouni than anywhere else in the Alps; however, the overall shape of a rounded base supporting jagged or pyramid-like peaks can be seen throughout the entire region of the great mountains. The most famous area, aside from the Chamouni Valley, is in the heart of the Bernese Oberland; and all travelers will remember that in its main valley, that of Grindelwald, the peak of the Wetterhorn is not just a sharp pyramid but sits on the shoulder of a large promontory, while the two most notable peaks of the Bernese Alps, the Schreckhorn and Finsteraarhorn, are completely hidden from the valley, pushed far back onto a high plateau, of which only the leading edge, called the Mettenberg, is visible from the village. The true peaks, each rising steeply from this elevated plateau, seeming to embody a burst of furious or ambitious mountain spirit, can only be seen by climbing significant heights on the opposite slope of the Faulhorn.
§ 10. And this is, if possible, still more notably and provokingly 165 the case with the great peaks of the chain of Alps between Monte Rosa and Mont Blanc. It will be seen, by a glance at any map of Switzerland, that the district which forms the canton Valais is, in reality, nothing but a ravine sixty miles long, between that central chain and the Alps of the cantons Fribourg and Berne. This ravine is also, in its general structure, merely a deeper and wider moat than that already described as forming the valley of Chamouni. It lies, in the same manner, between two banks of mountain; and the principal peaks are precisely in the same manner set back upon the tops of these banks; and so provokingly far back, that throughout the whole length of the valley not one of the summits of the chief chain can be seen from it. That usually pointed out to travellers as Monte Rosa is a subordinate, though still very colossal mass, called the Montagne de Saas; and this is the only peak of great size discoverable from the valley throughout its extent; one or two glimpses of the snows, not at any eminent point, being caught through the entrances of the lateral valleys of Evolena, &c.
§ 10. This is, if anything, even more striking and frustrating when it comes to the major peaks of the Alps between Monte Rosa and Mont Blanc. A quick look at any map of Switzerland shows that the area that makes up the Valais canton is essentially just a ravine that stretches sixty miles long, located between the central chain and the Alps of the cantons of Fribourg and Berne. This ravine is basically a deeper and wider moat compared to the one described earlier as forming the valley of Chamouni. It sits, in the same way, between two banks of mountains, and the main peaks are similarly positioned deep back on top of these banks; so annoyingly far back that along the entire length of the valley, not a single summit from the main chain is visible. The peak commonly pointed out to travelers as Monte Rosa is actually a secondary, though still massive, mountain known as Montagne de Saas; and this is the only large peak that can be seen from the valley throughout its length, with only a few glimpses of the snow, not from any prominent point, being caught through the openings of the side valleys like Evolena, etc.
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Fig. 23. |
§ 11. Nor is this merely the consequence of the great distance of the central ridge. It would be intelligible enough that the mountains should rise gradually higher and higher towards the middle of the chain, so that the summit at a in the upper diagram of Fig. 23 should be concealed by the intermediate eminences b, c, from the valley at d. But this is not, by any means, the manner in which the concealment is effected. The great peaks stand, as at a in the lower diagram, jagged, sharp, and 166 suddenly starting out of a comparatively tame mass of elevated land, through which the trench of the valley of the Rhone is cut, as at c. The subdivision of the bank at b by thousands of ravines, and its rise, here and there, into more or less notable summits, conceal the real fact of the structure from a casual observer. But the longer I stayed among the Alps, and the more closely I examined them, the more I was struck by the one broad fact of their being a vast Alpine plateau, or mass of elevated land, upon which nearly all the highest peaks stood like children set upon a table, removed, in most cases, far back from the edge of the plateau, as if for fear of their falling. And the most majestic scenes in the Alps are produced, not so much by any violation of this law, as by one of the great peaks having apparently walked to the edge of the table to look over, and thus showing itself suddenly above the valley in its full height. This is the case with the Wetterhorn and Eiger at Grindelwald, and with the Grande Jorasse, above the Col de Ferret. But the raised bank or table is always intelligibly in existence, even in these apparently exceptional cases; and, for the most part, the great peaks are not allowed to come to the edge of it, but remain like the keeps of castles far withdrawn, surrounded, league beyond league, by comparatively level fields of mountain, over which the lapping sheets of glacier writhe and flow, foaming about the feet of the dark central crests like the surf of an enormous sea-breaker hurled over a rounded rock, and islanding some fragment of it in the midst. And the result of this arrangement is a kind of division of the whole of Switzerland into an upper and lower mountain-world; the lower world consisting of rich valleys bordered by steep, but easily accessible, wooded banks of mountain, more or less divided by ravines, through which glimpses are caught of the higher Alps; the upper world, reached after the first steep banks, of 3000 or 4000 feet in height, have been surmounted, consisting of comparatively level but most desolate tracts of moor and rock, half covered by glacier, and stretching to the feet of the true pinnacles of the chain.
§ 11. This isn't just because of the great distance from the central ridge. It would make sense for the mountains to gradually get taller toward the middle of the chain, so that the peak at a in the upper diagram of Fig. 23 would be hidden by the intermediate heights b and c from the valley at d. But that's not at all how the concealment happens. The major peaks, like at a in the lower diagram, rise sharply and jaggedly out of the otherwise gentle landscape, through which the valley of the Rhone cuts, as shown at c. The bank at b is broken up by thousands of ravines and rises into noticeable summits here and there, obscuring the true nature of the structure from a casual observer. However, the longer I stayed in the Alps and the more closely I examined them, the more I realized that they are essentially a vast Alpine plateau or elevated region, where nearly all the highest peaks stand like children placed on a table, often positioned far back from the edge as if to avoid falling. The most impressive scenes in the Alps occur not because they break this pattern, but when one of the significant peaks appears to have walked to the edge of the table to look over, revealing itself abruptly above the valley at its full height. This is true for the Wetterhorn and Eiger at Grindelwald, as well as the Grande Jorasse, above the Col de Ferret. Yet, the raised bank or table is always clearly present, even in these seemingly exceptional cases; and, for the most part, the great peaks are not meant to come to the edge, but remain like the towers of castles set back, surrounded for leagues by relatively flat fields of mountains, over which the glacier sheets ebb and flow, crashing against the dark central peaks like waves from a massive sea breaker hitting a rounded rock, leaving parts of it as islands. This arrangement results in a kind of division of all of Switzerland into an upper and lower mountain world; the lower world consists of rich valleys lined by steep, yet accessible, wooded mountains, which are somewhat divided by ravines, offering views of the higher Alps; while the upper world, accessible after climbing the initial steep banks of 3000 or 4000 feet, features relatively flat but stark expanses of moor and rock, partially covered by glaciers, stretching toward the feet of the actual peaks of the chain.
§ 12. It can hardly be necessary to point out the perfect wisdom and kindness of this arrangement, as a provision for the safety of the inhabitants of the high mountain regions. If the 167 great peaks rose at once from the deepest valleys, every stone which was struck from their pinnacles, and every snow-wreath which slipped from their ledges, would descend at once upon the inhabitable ground, over which no year could pass without recording some calamity of earth-slip or avalanche; while, in the course of their fall, both the stones and the snow would strip the woods from the hill sides, leaving only naked channels of destruction where there are now the sloping meadow and the chestnut glade. Besides this, the masses of snow, cast down at once into the warmer air, would all melt rapidly in the spring, causing furious inundation of every great river for a month or six weeks. The snow being then all thawed, except what lay upon the highest peaks in regions of nearly perpetual frost, the rivers would be supplied, during the summer, only by fountains, and the feeble tricklings on sunny days from the high snows. The Rhone under such circumstances would hardly be larger at Lyons than the Severn at Shrewsbury, and many Swiss valleys would be left almost without moisture. All these calamities are prevented by the peculiar Alpine structure which has been described. The broken rocks and the sliding snow of the high peaks, instead of being dashed at once to the vales, are caught upon the desolate shelves or shoulders which everywhere surround the central crests. The soft banks which terminate these shelves, traversed by no falling fragments, clothe themselves with richest wood; while the masses of snow heaped upon the ledge above them, in a climate neither so warm as to thaw them quickly in the spring, nor so cold as to protect them from all the power of the summer sun, either form themselves into glaciers, or remain in slowly wasting fields even to the close of the year,—in either case supplying constant, abundant, and regular streams to the villages and pastures beneath, and, to the rest of Europe, noble and navigable rivers.
§ 12. It's hardly necessary to highlight the perfect wisdom and kindness of this setup as a provision for the safety of those living in the high mountain areas. If the 167 towering peaks sprang up straight from the deepest valleys, every rock that fell from their summits and every snow drift that slipped from their ledges would come crashing down onto the inhabited land, leading to disasters like landslides or avalanches every year. As they fell, both the rocks and snow would strip the forests from the hillsides, leaving behind only bare channels of destruction where there are now sloping meadows and chestnut groves. Additionally, the chunks of snow, plummeting suddenly into the warmer air, would melt quickly in the spring, causing severe flooding of every major river for a month or six weeks. Once all the snow melted, except for what remained on the highest peaks in nearly permanently frozen areas, the rivers would only be fed during the summer by springs and the weak trickles on sunny days from the high snows. The Rhone would barely be larger at Lyon than the Severn at Shrewsbury, and many Swiss valleys would be left almost dry. All these disasters are avoided by the unique Alpine structure that's been described. The shattered rocks and sliding snow from the high peaks, instead of crashing down to the valleys, are caught on the barren ledges or shoulders that surround the central summits. The gentle slopes that end these ledges, free from falling debris, become lush with rich vegetation; while the snow accumulated on the ledge above, in a climate that's neither warm enough to melt it quickly in spring nor cold enough to shield it from the summer sun, either forms glaciers or remains in slowly diminishing fields throughout the year—either way, they provide steady, plentiful, and consistent streams to the villages and pastures below, as well as noble and navigable rivers to the rest of Europe.
§ 13. Now, that such a structure is the best and wisest possible, is, indeed, sufficient reason for its existence; and to many people it may seem useless to question farther respecting its origin. But I can hardly conceive any one standing face to face with one of these towers of central rock, and yet not also asking himself, Is this indeed the actual first work of the Divine Master on which I gaze? Was the great precipice shaped by His finger, 168 as Adam was shaped out of the dust? Were its clefts and ledges carved upon it by its Creator, as the letters were on the Tables of the Law, and was it thus left to bear its eternal testimony to His beneficence among these clouds of heaven? Or is it the descendant of a long race of mountains, existing under appointed laws of birth and endurance, death and decrepitude?
§ 13. Now that such a structure is the best and smartest possible, it's definitely enough reason for its existence; and for many people, it might seem pointless to question its origin further. But I can hardly imagine anyone standing in front of one of these towers of central rock and not also asking themselves, Is this really the actual first work of the Divine Master that I’m looking at? Was the great cliff shaped by His finger, just as Adam was formed from the dust? Were its crevices and ledges carved into it by its Creator, like the letters on the Tablets of the Law, and was it left to bear its eternal testimony to His goodness among these clouds of heaven? Or is it the descendant of a long line of mountains, existing under specific laws of birth, endurance, death, and decay?
§ 14. There can be no doubt as to the answer. The rock itself answers audibly by the murmur of some falling stone or rending pinnacle. It is not as it was once. Those waste leagues around its feet are loaded with the wrecks of what it was. On these, perhaps, of all mountains, the characters of decay are written most clearly; around these are spread most gloomily the memorials of their pride, and the signs of their humiliation.
§ 14. There’s no question about the answer. The rock itself responds clearly with the sound of some falling stone or crumbling peak. It is not what it once was. The barren areas around its base are filled with the remnants of what it used to be. On these, perhaps more than on any other mountains, the signs of decay are most evident; surrounding these are the somber reminders of their glory and the marks of their downfall.
"What then were they once?"
"What were they once?"
The only answer is yet again,—"Behold the cloud."
The only answer is once more,—"Look at the cloud."
Their form, as far as human vision can trace it, is one of eternal decay. No retrospection can raise them out of their ruins, or withdraw them beyond the law of their perpetual fate. Existing science may be challenged to form, with the faintest color of probability, any conception of the original aspect of a crystalline mountain; it cannot be followed in its elevation, nor traced in its connection with its fellows. No eyes ever "saw its substance, yet being imperfect;" its history is a monotone of endurance and destruction: all that we can certainly know of it, is that it was once greater than it is now, and it only gathers vastness, and still gathers, as it fades into the abyss of the unknown.
Their shape, as far as human sight can see, is one of constant decay. No looking back can lift them out of their ruins or take them beyond the law of their endless fate. Current science may struggle to create, even with a hint of probability, any idea of what a crystalline mountain once looked like; it can't be followed in its rise, nor connected with others. No one has ever "seen its substance, yet being imperfect"; its story is a repeated cycle of endurance and destruction: all we can definitely know is that it was once larger than it is now, and it continues to grow in size, even as it fades into the void of the unknown.
§ 15. Yet this one piece of certain evidence ought not to be altogether unpursued; and while, with all humility, we shrink from endeavoring to theorize respecting processes which are concealed, we ought not to refuse to follow, as far as it will lead us, the course of thought which seems marked out by conspicuous and consistent phenomena. Exactly as the form of the lower mountains seems to have been produced by certain raisings and bendings of their formerly level beds, so the form of these higher mountains seems to have been produced by certain breakings away from their former elevated mass. If the process appears in either case doubtful, it is less so with respect to the 169 higher hills. We may not easily believe that the steep limestone cliffs on one side of a valley, now apparently secure and steadfast, ever were united with the cliffs on the other side; but we cannot hesitate to admit that the peak which we see shedding its flakes of granite, on all sides of it, as a fading rose lets fall its leaves, was once larger than it is, and owes the present characters of its forms chiefly to the modes of its diminution.
§ 15. However, this one piece of certain evidence should not be completely ignored; and while we humbly refrain from trying to theorize about hidden processes, we shouldn't hesitate to follow, as far as it will take us, the line of thought that seems to be indicated by clear and consistent phenomena. Just as the shape of the lower mountains appears to have been formed by certain lifts and bends of their former flat beds, the shape of these higher mountains seems to have been shaped by certain breakages from their previous higher mass. If the process seems uncertain in either case, it's less so regarding the higher hills. It's hard for us to believe that the steep limestone cliffs on one side of a valley, now seemingly stable and solid, were ever connected to the cliffs on the opposite side; but we can’t deny that the peak we see shedding its flakes of granite, like a wilting rose dropping its petals, was once larger than it is now and owes its current shape mainly to the ways it has shrunk.
§ 16. Holding fast this clue, we have next to take into consideration another fact of not less importance,—that over the whole of the rounded banks of lower mountain, wherever they have been in anywise protected from the injuries of time, there are yet visible the tracks of ancient glaciers. I will not here enter into detail respecting the mode in which traces of glaciers are distinguishable. It is enough to state that the footmark, so to speak, of a glacier is just as easily recognizable as the trail of any well-known animal; and that with as much confidence as we should feel in asserting that a horse had passed along a soft road which yet retained the prints of its shoes, it may be concluded that the glaciers of the Alps had once triple or quadruple the extent that they have now; so that not only the banks of inferior mountains were once covered with sheets of ice, but even the great valley of the Rhone itself was the bed of an enormous "Mer de Glace," which extended beyond the Lake of Geneva to the slopes of Jura.55
§ 16. Keeping this clue in mind, we next need to consider another important fact—that across the smooth slopes of the lower mountains, wherever they have been somewhat shielded from the ravages of time, the paths of ancient glaciers are still visible. I won’t go into detail about how we can identify these glacier traces. It’s enough to say that the imprint, so to speak, of a glacier is as recognizable as the trail of any well-known animal; and with as much confidence as we would have in claiming that a horse had crossed a soft road that still showed its hoof prints, we can conclude that the glaciers of the Alps once covered three or four times the area they do now; meaning that not only were the lower mountain slopes once blanketed with ice, but even the vast Rhone valley itself served as the base of a massive “Sea of Ice,” which stretched from beyond Lake Geneva to the Jura slopes.55
§ 17. From what has already been noted of glacier action, the reader cannot but be aware that its universal effect is to round and soften the contours of the mountains subjected to it; so that a glacier may be considered as a vast instrument of friction, a white sand-paper, applied slowly but irresistibly to all the roughnesses of the hill which it covers. And this effect is of course greatest when the ice flows fastest, and contains more embedded stones; that is to say, greater towards the lower part of a mountain than near its summit.
§ 17. From what we've already discussed about glacier action, it's clear that its overall effect is to smooth out and soften the shapes of the mountains it touches. A glacier can be seen as a huge tool for friction, like white sandpaper, slowly but surely working away at all the rough spots of the hills it covers. This effect is, of course, strongest when the ice moves quickly and has more stones embedded in it; in other words, it's greater toward the lower part of a mountain than near its top.
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Fig. 24. |
Suppose now a chain of mountains raised in any accidental form, only of course highest where the force was greatest,—that 170 is to say, at the centre of the chain,—and presenting any profile such as a, Fig. 24; terminated, perhaps, by a broken secondary cliff, and the whole covered with a thick bed of glacier, indicated by the spotted space, and moving in the direction of the arrows. As it wears away the mountain, not at all at the top, but always more and more as it descends, it would in process of time reduce the contour of the flank of the hill to the form at b. But at this point the snow would begin to slide from the central peak, and to leave its rocks exposed to the action of the atmosphere. Supposing those rocks disposed to break into vertical sheets, the summit would soon cleave itself 171 into such a form as that at x; and the flakes again subdividing and falling, we should have conditions such as at y. Meanwhile the glacier is still doing its work uninterruptedly on the lower bank, bringing the mountain successively into the outlines c and d, in which the forms x and y are substituted consecutively for the original summit. But the level of the whole flank of the mountain being now so much reduced, the glacier has brought itself by its own work into warmer climate, and has wrought out its own destruction. It would gradually be thinned away, and in many places at last vanish, leaving only the barren rounded mountains, and the tongues of ice still supplied from the peaks above.
Imagine a mountain range shaped randomly, highest where the force was strongest—basically at the center of the range—and showing a profile like a, Fig. 24; maybe ending with a jagged secondary cliff, all covered by a thick layer of glacier shown by the dotted area, moving in the direction of the arrows. As it erodes the mountain, it doesn't wear down the top but increasingly affects the lower parts, eventually reshaping the hillside to look like b. At this point, the snow would start sliding off the central peak, exposing the rocks to the elements. If those rocks break into vertical sheets, the summit would soon split into a shape like x; as the flakes break down and fall, we’d get a situation like y. Meanwhile, the glacier continues its work steadily on the lower side, gradually transforming the mountain into the outlines c and d, where the shapes x and y replace the original peak one after another. But since the overall height of the mountain's slope has now been significantly reduced, the glacier will find itself in a warmer climate due to its own erosion work, leading to its eventual destruction. It would start to thin out and, in many parts, ultimately disappear, leaving behind only the bare, rounded mountains and the ice tongues still fed from the peaks above.
§ 18. Such is the actual condition of the Alps at this moment. I do not say that they have in reality undergone any such process. But I think it right to put the supposition before the reader, more with a view of explaining what the appearance of things actually is, than with any wish that he should adopt either this or any other theory on the subject. It facilitates a description of the Brèche de Roland to say, that it looks as if the peer had indeed cut it open with a swordstroke; but it would be unfair to conclude that the describer gravely wished the supposition to be adopted as explanatory of the origin of the ravine. In like manner, the reader who has followed the steps of the theory I have just offered, will have a clearer conception of the real look and anatomy of the Alps than I could give him by any other means. But he is welcome to accept in seriousness just as much or as little of the theory as he likes.56 Only I 172 am well persuaded that the more familiar any one becomes with the chain of the Alps, the more, whether voluntarily or not, the idea will force itself upon him of their being mere remnants of large masses,—splinters and fragments, as of a stranded wreck, the greater part of which has been removed by the waves; and the more he will be convinced of the existence of two distinct regions, one, as it were, below the ice, another above it,—one of subjected, the other of emergent rock; the lower worn away by the action of the glaciers and rains, the higher splintering and falling to pieces by natural disintegration.
§ 18. This is the current state of the Alps right now. I’m not claiming that they have actually gone through any specific process. However, I think it’s important to present this idea to the reader, not so much because I want them to accept this or any other theory, but to help explain what things really look like. It makes it easier to describe the Brèche de Roland to say that it appears as if a giant really did cut it open with a sword; but it wouldn’t be fair to assume that the person describing it genuinely believes this idea explains how the ravine was formed. Similarly, the reader who has followed the theory I just suggested will have a clearer understanding of the true appearance and structure of the Alps than I could provide in any other way. But they can take as much or as little of the theory seriously as they want. I am quite convinced that the more someone gets to know the Alps, the more, whether they realize it or not, they will feel the idea pressing upon them that these are just remnants of large masses—fragments, like pieces of a shipwreck, most of which has been taken away by the waves; and the more they will believe in the existence of two distinct regions, one seemingly below the ice and the other above it—one of eroded rock and the other of emerging rock; the lower part worn down by glaciers and rain, while the higher part breaks apart through natural erosion.
§ 19. I press, however, neither conjecture nor inquiry farther; having already stated all that is necessary to give the reader a complete idea of the different divisions of mountain form. I proceed now to examine the points of pictorial interest in greater detail; and in order to do so more conveniently, I shall adopt the order, in description, which Nature seems to have adopted in formation; beginning with the mysterious hardness of the central crystallines, and descending to the softer and lower rocks which we see in some degree modified by the slight forces still in operation. We will therefore examine: 1. the pictorial phenomena of the central peaks; 2. those of the summits of the lower mountains round them, to which we shall find it convenient to give the distinguishing name of crests; 3. the formation of Precipices, properly so called; then, the general aspect of the Banks and Slopes, produced by the action of water or of falling débris, on the sides or at the bases of mountains; and finally, remove, if it may be, a few of the undeserved scorns thrown upon our most familiar servants, Stones. To each of these subjects we shall find it necessary to devote a distinct chapter.
§ 19. However, I won’t go further into theories or inquiries, as I’ve already covered everything necessary to give you a full understanding of the different kinds of mountain formations. Now, I’ll dive deeper into the points of visual interest; to make this easier, I’ll follow the order that Nature seems to have used in its formation. I’ll start with the mysterious hardness of the central crystalline rocks and move down to the softer and lower rocks that show some changes from the minor forces still at work. We will therefore look at: 1. the visual features of the central peaks; 2. those of the summits of the lower mountains around them, which I’ll refer to as crests for convenience; 3. the formation of true precipices; then, the overall appearance of the banks and slopes created by the action of water or falling debris on the sides or at the bases of mountains; and finally, if possible, clear up some of the unfair criticisms aimed at our most familiar companions, Stones. We’ll need to dedicate a separate chapter to each of these topics.
52 It may be thought I should have reversed these sentences, and written where the hills are low and safe, the climate is soft, &c. But it is not so. No antecedent reason can be shown why the Mont Cervin or Finsteraarhorn should not have risen sharp out of the plains of Lombardy, instead of out of glaciers.
52 It might seem that I should have switched these sentences around and written where the hills are low and safe, the climate is mild, etc. But that's not the case. There's no obvious reason why Mont Cervin or Finsteraarhorn couldn’t have risen steeply from the plains of Lombardy instead of from glaciers.
53 I use the terms "pyramid" and "peak" at present, in order to give a rough general idea of the aspect of these hills. Both terms, as we shall see in the next chapter, are to be accepted under limitation.
53 I’m using the terms "pyramid" and "peak" right now to give a basic idea of what these hills look like. Both terms, as we’ll see in the next chapter, have some limitations.
54 This coarse sketch is merely given for reference, as I shall often have to speak of the particular masses of mountain, indicated by the letters in the outline below it; namely—
54 This rough outline is just provided for reference, since I'll frequently need to talk about the specific mountain ranges marked by the letters in the outline below it; namely—
b. Aiguille Blaitière. | M. Mont Blanc (summit). | T. Tapia. |
p. Aiguille du Plan. | d. Dôme du Gouté. | C. Montagne de la Côte. |
m. Aiguille du Midi. | g. Aiguille du Gouté. | t. Montagne de Taconay. |
q and r indicate stations only. |
55 The glacier tracks on the gneiss of the great angle opposite Martigny are the most magnificent I ever saw in the Alps; those above the channel of the Trient, between Valorsine and the valley of the Rhone, the most interesting.
55 The glacier trails on the gneiss of the steep slope across from Martigny are the most impressive I've ever seen in the Alps; those above the Trient river, between Valorsine and the Rhone valley, are the most fascinating.
56 For farther information respecting the glaciers and their probable action, the reader should consult the works of Professor Forbes. I believe this theory of the formation of the upper peaks has been proposed by him, and recently opposed by Mr. Sharpe, who believes that the great bank spoken of in the text was originally a sea-bottom. But I have simply stated in this chapter the results of my own watchings of the Alps; for being without hope of getting time for available examination of the voluminous works on these subjects, I thought it best to read nothing (except Forbes's most important essay on the glaciers, several times quoted in the text), and therefore to give, at all events, the force of independent witness to such impressions as I received from the actual facts; De Saussure, always a faithful recorder of those facts, and my first master in geology, being referred to, occasionally, for information respecting localities I had not been able to examine.
56 For more information about the glaciers and their likely impact, readers should check out the works of Professor Forbes. I believe he proposed the theory about the formation of the upper peaks, which has recently been challenged by Mr. Sharpe, who thinks that the large bank mentioned in the text was originally the bottom of the sea. However, in this chapter, I've simply shared the results of my own observations of the Alps; since I didn't have the time for a thorough study of the extensive works on these topics, I decided it was best to read nothing (except Forbes's crucial essay on glaciers, which I referenced several times in the text) and to provide, at the very least, an independent account of the impressions I gained from the actual facts. De Saussure, always a reliable recorder of those facts and my first teacher in geology, is occasionally mentioned for insights about localities I couldn't examine.
CHAPTER XIV.
RESULTING FORMS:—FIRST, AIGUILLES.
§ 1. I have endeavored in the preceding chapters always to keep the glance of the reader on the broad aspect of things, and to separate for him the mountain masses into the most distinctly comprehensible forms. We must now consent to take more pains, and observe more closely.
§ 1. I've aimed in the previous chapters to keep the reader’s focus on the bigger picture and to break down the mountain ranges into easily understandable shapes. Now, we need to put in more effort and pay closer attention.
§ 2. I begin with the Aiguilles. In Fig. 24, p. 170, at a, it was assumed that the mass was raised highest merely where the elevating force was greatest, being of one substance with the bank or cliff below. But it hardly ever is of the same substance. Almost always it is of compact crystallines, and the bank of slaty crystallines; or if it be of slaty crystallines the bank is of slaty coherents. The bank is almost always the softer of the two.57
§ 2. I’ll start with the Aiguilles. In Fig. 24, p. 170, at a, it was generally believed that the mass was raised the highest only where the uplifting force was strongest, being made of the same material as the bank or cliff below. But it rarely is made of the same material. Almost always it consists of solid crystalline rock, whereas the bank is made of slate-like crystalline rock; or if it is made of slate-like crystalline rock, the bank is made of slate-like cohesive material. The bank is almost always the softer of the two.57
Is not this very marvellous? Is it not exactly as if the substance had been prepared soft or hard with a sculpturesque view to what had to be done with it; soft, for the glacier to mould, and the torrent to divide; hard, to stand for ever, central in mountain majesty.
Isn't this really amazing? It's just like the substance was designed to be either soft or hard depending on what it needed to do; soft for the glacier to shape it, and the river to carve it apart; hard, to remain forever, standing tall in its mountainous glory.
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Fig. 25. |
§ 3. Next, then, comes the question, How do these compact crystallines and slaty crystallines join each other? It has long been a well recognized fact in the science of geology, that the most important mountain ranges lift up and sustain upon their sides the beds of rock which form the inferior groups of hills around them in the manner roughly shown in the section Fig. 25, where the dark mass stands for the hard rock of the great 174 mountains (crystallines), and the lighter lines at the side of it indicate the prevalent direction of the beds in the neighboring hills (coherents), while the spotted portions represent the gravel and sand of which the great plains are usually composed. But it has not been so universally recognized, though long ago pointed out by De Saussure, that the great central groups are often themselves composed of beds lying in a precisely opposite direction; so that if we analyze carefully the structure of the dark mass in the centre of Fig. 25, we shall find it arranged in lines which slope downwards to the centre; the flanks of it being of slaty crystalline rock, and the summit of compact crystallines, as at a, Fig. 26.
§ 3. Next, the question arises: how do these compact crystallines and slaty crystallines connect with each other? It has long been acknowledged in geology that the most significant mountain ranges uplift and support the rock layers that form the lower hills around them, as roughly illustrated in the section Fig. 25, where the dark mass represents the hard rock of the major mountains (crystallines), and the lighter lines next to it indicate the general direction of the rock layers in the surrounding hills (coherents), while the dotted areas show the gravel and sand that usually make up the large plains. However, it hasn’t been as widely recognized, despite being noted by De Saussure long ago, that the major central groups often consist of layers arranged in exactly the opposite direction; so if we carefully analyze the structure of the dark mass in the center of Fig. 25, we will find it organized in lines that slope downwards towards the center, with the sides made of slaty crystalline rock and the top of compact crystallines, as seen at a, Fig. 26.
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Fig. 26. |
In speaking of the sculpture of the central peaks in the last chapter, I made no reference to the nature of the rocks in the banks on which they stood. The diagram at a, Fig. 27, as representative of the original condition, and b, of the resultant condition will, compared with Fig. 24, p. 170, more completely illustrate the change.58
In discussing the sculpture of the central peaks in the last chapter, I didn’t mention the type of rocks in the banks where they stood. The diagram at a, Fig. 27, represents the original condition, while b shows the resulting condition. When compared with Fig. 24, p. 170, it will illustrate the change more effectively. 58
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Fig. 27. |
§ 4. By what secondary laws this structure may ultimately be discovered to have been produced is of no consequence to us at present; all that it is needful for us to note is the beneficence 175 which appointed it for the mountains destined to assume the boldest forms. For into whatever outline they may be sculptured by violence or time, it is evident at a glance that their stability and security must always be the greatest possible under the given circumstances. Suppose, for instance, that the peak is in such a form as a in Fig. 26, then, however steep the slope may be on either side, there is still no chance of one piece of rock sliding off another; but if the same outline were given to beds disposed as at b, the unsupported masses might slide off those beneath them at any moment, unless prevented by the inequalities of the surfaces. Farther, in the minor divisions of the outline, the tendency of the peak at a will be always to assume contours like those at a in Fig. 28, which are, of course, perfectly safe; but the tendency of the beds at b in Fig. 27 will be to break into contours such as at b here, which are all perilous, not only in the chance of each several portion giving way, but in the manner in which they would deliver, from one to the other, the fragments which fell. A stone detached from any portion of the peak at a would be caught and stopped on the ledge beneath it; but a fragment loosened from b would not stay till it reached the valley by a series of accelerating bounds.
§ 4. The specific secondary laws that led to the creation of this structure aren't really important to us right now; what matters is the goodness that designed it for the mountains meant to take on the boldest shapes. No matter how they may be shaped by forces or time, it's clear right away that their stability and safety must always be maximized given the conditions. For example, if the peak resembles a in Fig. 26, then, no matter how steep the slopes are on either side, there’s no risk of one rock sliding off another. However, if the same shape were applied to layers arranged like b, the unsupported sections could slide off those below them at any time, unless held back by the unevenness of the surfaces. Furthermore, in the smaller sections of the shape, the peak at a will always tend to take on contours similar to those at a in Fig. 28, which are, of course, completely safe; but the layers at b in Fig. 27 will likely break into contours like those at b here, which are dangerous not only because any individual piece could collapse, but also in how they would transmit, from one to another, the falling debris. A rock that breaks off from the peak at a would be caught and stopped on the ledge below; but a piece that comes loose from b wouldn't stop until it reaches the valley, bouncing more and more as it goes.
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Fig. 28. |
§ 5. While, however, the secure and noble form represented 176 at a in Figs. 26 and 28 is for the most part ordained to be that of the highest mountains, the contours at b, in each figure, are of perpetual occurrence among the secondary ranges, in which, on a smaller scale, they produce some of the most terrific and fantastic forms of precipice; not altogether without danger, as has been fearfully demonstrated by many a "bergfall" among the limestone groups of the Alps; but with far less danger than would have resulted from the permission of such forms among the higher hills; and with collateral advantages which we shall have presently to consider. In the meantime, we return to the examination of the superior groups.
§ 5. While the strong and elegant shape shown at 176 at a in Figs. 26 and 28 is mainly intended to resemble the highest mountains, the outlines at b in each figure frequently appear among the secondary ranges, where they create some of the most striking and dramatic cliff formations, which can be somewhat hazardous, as has been tragically shown by many "bergfalls" in the limestone areas of the Alps. However, the risk is much lower than what would occur if such formations were allowed among the higher mountains, and there are additional benefits that we will discuss shortly. In the meantime, let's go back to examining the main mountain groups.
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Fig. 29. |
§ 6. The reader is, no doubt, already aware that the chain of the Mont Blanc is bordered by two great valleys, running parallel to each other, and seemingly excavated on purpose that travellers might be able to pass, foot by foot, along each side of the Mont Blanc and its aiguilles, and thus examine every peak in succession. One of these valleys is that of Chamouni, the other that of which one half is called the Allée Blanche, and the other the Val Ferret, the town of Cormayeur being near its centre, where it opens to the Val d'Aosta. Now, cutting the chain of Mont Blanc right across, from valley to valley, through the double range of aiguilles, the section would be59 as Fig. 29 here, in which a is the valley of Chamouni, b the range of aiguilles of Chamouni, c the range of the Géant, d the valley of Cormayeur.
§ 6. The reader is probably already aware that the Mont Blanc chain is flanked by two major valleys that run parallel to each other, seemingly carved out so that travelers can walk along both sides of Mont Blanc and its peaks, allowing them to view every summit one after the other. One of these valleys is Chamouni, while the other is split into two halves—one called the Allée Blanche and the other the Val Ferret, with the town of Cormayeur located near its center, where it opens into the Val d'Aosta. Now, if we were to cut across the Mont Blanc chain from one valley to the other, through the double range of peaks, the section would be59 as Fig. 29 here, in which a is the valley of Chamouni, b is the range of Chamouni’s peaks, c is the Géant range, and d is the valley of Cormayeur.
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30. The Aiguille Charmoz. |
The little projection under M is intended to mark approximately the position of the so well-known "Montanvert." It is a great weakness, not to say worse than weakness, on the part 177 of travellers, to extol always chiefly what they think fewest people have seen or can see. I have climbed much, and wandered much, in the heart of the high Alps, but I have never yet seen anything which equalled the view from the cabin of the Montanvert; and as the spot is visited every year by increasing numbers of tourists, I have thought it best to take the mountains which surround it for the principal subjects of our inquiry.
The small bump under M is meant to show roughly where the famous "Montanvert" is located. It's quite weak, if not worse than that, for travelers to always praise what they believe is rarely seen or can be seen by few people. I've done a lot of climbing and wandering in the heart of the high Alps, but I’ve never seen anything that matches the view from the Montanvert cabin. Since more and more tourists visit this spot each year, I thought it would be best to focus on the surrounding mountains as the main subjects of our discussion. 177
§ 7. The little eminence left under M truly marks the height of the Montanvert on the flanks of the Aiguilles, but not accurately its position, which is somewhat behind the mass of mountain supposed to be cut through by the section. But the top of the Montanvert is actually formed, as shown at M, by the crests of the oblique beds of slaty crystallines. Every traveller must remember the steep and smooth beds of rock like sloping walls, down which, and over the ledges of which, the path descends from the cabin to the edge of the glacier. These sloping walls are formed by the inner sides of the crystalline beds,60 as exposed in the notch behind the letter M.
§ 7. The small rise marked under M genuinely indicates the height of the Montanvert on the slopes of the Aiguilles, but not its exact location, which is somewhat behind the mountain mass that the section seems to cut through. The top of the Montanvert is actually shaped, as shown at M, by the edges of the tilted beds of slaty crystallines. Every traveler should remember the steep, smooth rock faces that look like sloping walls, down which the path descends from the cabin to the glacier's edge, and over which it leads. These sloping walls are created by the inner sides of the crystalline beds, as seen in the notch behind the letter M.
§ 8. To these beds we shall return presently, our object just now being to examine the aiguille, which, on the Montanvert, forms the most conspicuous mass of mountain on the right of the spectator. It is known in Chamouni as the Aiguille des Charmoz, and is distinguished by a very sharp horn or projection on its side, which usually attracts the traveller's attention as one of the most singular minor features in the view from the Montanvert. The larger masses of the whole aiguille, and true contour of this horn, are carefully given in plate 30, Fig. 2, as they are seen in morning sunshine. The impression which travellers usually carry away with them is, I presume, to be gathered from Fig. 1, a fac simile of one of the lithographs purchased with avidity by English travellers, in the shops of Chamouni and Geneva, as giving a faithful representation of this aiguille seen from the Montanvert. It is worth while to perpetuate this example of the ideal landscape of the nineteenth century, popular at the time when the works of Turner were declared by the public to be extravagant and unnatural.
§ 8. We'll get back to these beds shortly; right now, we need to take a look at the aiguille, which, on the Montanvert, stands out as the most noticeable mountain mass on the right for anyone looking at it. It's referred to in Chamouni as the Aiguille des Charmoz and is recognized by a very sharp peak or protrusion on its side, which often catches the traveler's eye as one of the most unique smaller features in the view from the Montanvert. The larger shapes of the entire aiguille and the true outline of this peak are clearly depicted in plate 30, Fig. 2, as they appear in the morning light. The impression that travelers typically take away is, I assume, represented in Fig. 1, a replica of one of the lithographs eagerly bought by English tourists in the shops of Chamouni and Geneva, as it gives an accurate depiction of this aiguille seen from the Montanvert. It's worthwhile to preserve this example of the ideal landscape of the nineteenth century, which was popular at a time when the public deemed Turner's works extravagant and unrealistic.
§ 9. This example of the common ideal of aiguilles is, however, 178 useful in another respect. It shows the strong impression which these Chamouni mountains leave, of their being above all others sharp-peaked and splintery, dividing more or less into arrowy spires; and it marks the sense of another and very curious character in them, that these spires are apt to be somewhat bent or curved.
§ 9. This example of the common ideal of aiguilles is, however, 178 useful in another way. It highlights the powerful impression these Chamouni mountains give, appearing sharper and more jagged than any others, dividing into arrow-like spires; and it also points out a very interesting feature about them: these spires tend to be somewhat bent or curved.
Both these impressions are partially true, and need to be insisted upon, and cleared of their indistinctness, or exaggeration.
Both of these impressions are somewhat accurate and need to be emphasized, while also being clarified to remove any vagueness or exaggeration.
First, then, this strong impression of their peakedness and spiry separateness is always produced with the least possible danger to the travelling and admiring public; for if in reality these granite mountains were ever separated into true spires or points, in the least resembling this popular ideal in Plate 30, the Montanvert and Mer de Glace would be as inaccessible, except at the risk of life, as the trenches of a besieged city; and the continual fall of the splintering fragments would turn even the valley of Chamouni itself into a stony desolation.
First, this strong impression of their peaked shape and sharp separateness is always created with minimal danger to those traveling and admiring; because if these granite mountains were actually separated into true spires or points that even slightly resemble this popular ideal in Plate 30, the Montanvert and Mer de Glace would be just as unreachable, except at the risk of life, as the trenches of a besieged city; and the constant fall of breaking fragments would transform even the valley of Chamouni itself into a barren wasteland.
§ 10. Perhaps in describing mountains with any effort to give some idea of their sublime forms, no expression comes oftener to the lips than the word "peak." And yet it is curious how rarely, even among the grandest ranges, an instance can be found of a mountain ascertainably peaked in the true sense of the word,—pointed at the top, and sloping steeply on all sides; perhaps not more than five summits in the chain of the Alps, the Finster-Aarhorn, Wetterhorn, Bietschhorn, Weisshorn, and Monte Viso presenting approximations to such a structure. Even in the case of not very steep pyramids, presenting themselves in the distance under some such outline as that at the top of Fig. 30, it almost invariably happens, when we approach and examine them, that they do not slope equally on all their sides, but are nothing more than steep ends of ridges, supported by far-extended masses of comparatively level rock, which, seen in perspective, give the impression of a steep slope, though in reality disposed in a horizonal, or nearly horizontal, line.
§ 10. When trying to describe mountains and convey their majestic shapes, the word "peak" often comes to mind. However, it's interesting how rarely we find a mountain that truly fits the definition of a peak—pointed at the top and steep on all sides. In fact, in the entire Alps range, only about five mountains, like the Finster-Aarhorn, Wetterhorn, Bietschhorn, Weisshorn, and Monte Viso, can be seen as having that kind of shape. Even with pyramidal mountains that might look steep from a distance, like the one at the top of Fig. 30, when we get closer and take a better look, they usually don’t slope evenly on all sides. Instead, they often turn out to be just the steep ends of ridges, supported by large areas of relatively flat rock. This gives a false impression of a steep slope from afar, while they are actually laid out in a horizontal or nearly horizontal way.
§ 11. Supposing the central diagram in Fig. 30 to be the apparent contour of a distant mountain, then its slopes may indeed, by singular chance, be as steep as they appear; but, in all probability, several of them are perspective descents of its retiring lines; and supposing it were formed as the gable roof of the 179 old French house below, and seen under the same angle, it is evident that the part of the outline a b (in lettered reference line below) would be perfectly horizontal; b c an angle slope, in retiring perspective, much less steep than it appears; c d, perfectly, horizontal; d e, an advancing or foreshortened angle slope, less steep than it appears; and e f, perfectly horizontal.
§ 11. If we consider the main diagram in Fig. 30 to represent the outline of a distant mountain, its slopes may, by some chance, be as steep as they seem; however, it's more likely that several of them are just the perspective of its receding lines. If we imagine it as the gable roof of the 179 old French house below, viewed from the same angle, it's clear that the section of the outline a b (as referenced in the line below) would be completely horizontal; b c would show an angled slope, receding in perspective and much less steep than it looks; c d would be completely horizontal; d e would be an advancing or foreshortened angled slope, also less steep than it looks; and e f would be completely horizontal.
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Fig. 30. |
But if the pyramid presents itself under a more formidable aspect, and with steeper sides than those of the central diagram, then it may be assumed (as far as I know mountains) for next to a certainty, that it is not a pointed obelisk, but the end of a ridge more or less prolonged, of which we see the narrow edge or section turned towards us.
But if the pyramid looks more daunting, with steeper sides than in the central diagram, then it’s pretty safe to say (as far as I know mountains) that it isn't a pointed obelisk, but rather the tip of a ridge that extends out, showing us its narrow edge or section facing us.
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Fig. 31. |
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Fig. 32. | |||
Angles with the horizon x y. | |||
Of the line | a b | 17° | |
" | b c | 20½ | |
" | d y | (general slope, exclusive of inequalities) | 35¾ |
" | a x | (ditto, ditto, to point of cliff above x) | 23½ |
For instance, no mountain in the Alps produces a more vigorous impression of peakedness than the Matterhorn. In Professor 180 Forbes's work on the Alps, it is spoken of as an "obelisk" of rock, and represented with little exaggeration in his seventh plate under the outline Fig. 31. Naturally, in glancing, whether at the plate or the mountain, we assume the mass to be a peak, and suppose the line a b to be the steep slope of its side. But that line is a perspective line. It is in reality perfectly 181 horizontal, corresponding to e f in the penthouse roof, Fig. 30.
For example, no mountain in the Alps looks more strikingly pointed than the Matterhorn. In Professor 180 Forbes's work on the Alps, it's described as an "obelisk" of rock, and it's depicted with little exaggeration in his seventh plate under the outline Fig. 31. Naturally, when we glance at either the plate or the mountain, we assume the mass to be a peak and think of the line a b as the steep slope of its side. But that line is a perspective line. In reality, it is perfectly 181 horizontal, corresponding to e f in the penthouse roof, Fig. 30.
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Fig. 33. | ||
Angles with the horizon x y. | ||
a f | 56° | |
a e | 12¾ | |
e b | (from point to point) | 44½ |
b c | ( ditto, ditto ) | 67¼ |
c d | (overhanging) | 79° |
a x | (irrespective of irregularities) | 56 |
a y | 38¾ |
§ 12. I say "perfectly horizontal," meaning, of course, in general tendency. It is more or less irregular and broken, but so nearly horizontal that, after some prolonged examination of the data I have collected about the Matterhorn, I am at this moment in doubt which is its top. For as, in order to examine the beds on its flanks, I walked up the Zmutt glacier, I saw that the line a b in Fig. 31 gradually lost its steepness; and about half-way up the glacier, the conjectural summit a then bearing nearly S. E. (forty degrees east of south), I found the contour was as in Fig. 32. In Fig. 33, I have given the contour as seen from Zermatt; and in all three, the same letters indicate the same points. In the Figures 32 and 33 I measured the angles with the greatest care,61 from the base lines x y, which 182 are accurately horizontal; and their general truth, irrespective of mere ruggedness, may be depended upon. Now in this flank view, Fig. 32, what was the summit at Zermatt, a, becomes quite subordinate, and the point b, far down the flank in Forbes's view taken from the Riffelhorn, is here the apparent summit. I was for some time in considerable doubt which of the appearances was most trustworthy; and believe now that they are both deceptive; for I found, on ascending the flank of the hills on the other side of the Valais, to a height of about five thousand feet above Brieg, between the Aletsch glacier and Bietsch-horn; being thus high enough to get a view of the Matterhorn on something like distant terms of equality, up the St. Nicholas valley, it presented itself under the outline Fig. 34, which seems to be conclusive for the supremacy of the point e, between a and b in Fig. 33. But the impossibility of determining, at the foot of it, without a trigonometrical observation, which is the top of such an apparent peak as the Matterhorn, may serve to show the reader how little the eye is to be trusted for the verification of peaked outline.
§ 12. I say "perfectly horizontal," which means, of course, in general tendency. It's somewhat irregular and broken, but it's so nearly horizontal that, after closely examining the data I've collected about the Matterhorn, I'm currently unsure which is its top. While walking up the Zmutt glacier to check the beds on its sides, I noticed that the line a b in Fig. 31 gradually became less steep; and about halfway up the glacier, the suspected summit a, which was nearly S. E. (forty degrees east of south), showed a contour like in Fig. 32. In Fig. 33, I've illustrated the contour as seen from Zermatt; and in all three, the same letters represent the same points. In Figures 32 and 33, I carefully measured the angles, 61 from the accurately horizontal base lines x y; and their general correctness, regardless of the ruggedness, can be relied upon. Now in this side view, Fig. 32, what was the summit at Zermatt, a, becomes quite secondary, and the point b, much further down the flank in Forbes's view from the Riffelhorn, appears to be the summit here. I was uncertain for a while about which of the views was more reliable; and I now believe that they are both misleading; because when I ascended the hills on the opposite side of the Valais to about five thousand feet above Brieg, between the Aletsch glacier and Bietsch-horn—high enough to get a view of the Matterhorn from a comparable distance up the St. Nicholas valley—it appeared with the outline Fig. 34, which seems conclusive for the prominence of the point e, located between a and b in Fig. 33. However, the inability to determine, at its base, without a trigonometric observation, which is the top of such a peak as the Matterhorn illustrates how unreliable the eye is for verifying peaked outlines.
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Fig. 34. |
§ 13. In like manner, the aiguilles of Chamouni, which present themselves to the traveller, as he looks up to them from the village, under an outline approximating to that rudely indicated at C in the next figure, are in reality buttresses projecting from an intermediate ridge. Let A be supposed to be a castle wall, with slightly elevated masses of square-built buttresses at intervals. Then, by a process of dilapidation, these buttresses might easily be brought to assume in their perspective of ruin the forms indicated at B, which, with certain modifications, is the actual shape of the Chamouni aiguilles. The top of the 183 Aiguille Charmoz is not the point under d, but that under e. The deception is much increased by the elevation of the whole castle wall on the green bank before spoken of, which raises its foundation several thousand feet above the eye, and thus, giving amazing steepness to all the perspective lines, produces an impression of the utmost possible isolation of peaks, where, in reality, there is a well-supported, and more or less continuous, though sharply jagged, pile of solid walls.
§ 13. Similarly, the aiguilles of Chamouni, which appear to the traveler as he gazes up from the village in a shape resembling that roughly indicated at C in the next figure, are actually buttresses sticking out from a ridge in between. Imagine A as a castle wall, with slightly raised sections of square-shaped buttresses at intervals. Then, through a process of decay, these buttresses could easily appear in their ruined perspective shapes as shown at B, which, with some changes, is the real form of the Chamouni aiguilles. The top of the 183 Aiguille Charmoz is not at the point indicated by d, but at that under e. The illusion is further intensified by the height of the entire castle wall on the previously mentioned green bank, lifting its base several thousand feet above eye level, which gives an incredibly steep effect to all the perspective lines, creating an impression of complete isolation of the peaks, whereas, in fact, there is a well-supported and more or less continuous, albeit sharply jagged, mass of solid walls.
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Fig. 35. |
§ 14. There is, however, this great difference between the castle wall and aiguilles, that the dilapidation in the one 184 would take place by the fall of horizontal bricks or stones; in the aiguilles it takes place in quite an opposite manner by the flaking away of nearly vertical ones.
§ 14. There is, however, a significant difference between the castle wall and aiguilles: the deterioration of the former occurs through the collapse of horizontal bricks or stones, while in the aiguilles, it happens in the opposite way, through the peeling off of nearly vertical ones. 184
This is the next point of great interest respecting them. Observe, the object of their construction appears to be the attainment of the utmost possible peakedness in aspect, with the least possible danger to the inhabitants of the valleys. As, therefore, they are first thrown into transverse ridges, which take, in perspective, a more or less peaked outline, so, in their dilapidation, they split into narrow flakes, which, if seen edgeways, look as sharp as a lance-point, but are nevertheless still strong; being each of them, in reality, not a lance-point or needle, but a hatchet edge.
This is the next point of great interest regarding them. Notice that the goal of their design seems to be achieving the highest possible peaks while posing the least risk to the valley residents. So, they are first formed into cross ridges, which, from a distance, have a more or less pointed shape. As they break down, they crack into narrow flakes that, when viewed from the side, appear as sharp as a lance point, but they are still quite strong; each one is actually not a lance point or needle, but rather an axe blade.
§ 15. And since if these sharp flakes broke straight across the masses of mountain, when once the fissure took place, all hold would be lost between flake and flake, it is ordered (and herein is the most notable thing in the whole matter) that they shall not break straight, but in curves, round the body of the aiguilles, somewhat in the manner of the coats of an onion; so that, even after fissure has taken place, the detached film or flake clings to and leans upon the central mass, and will not fall from it till centuries of piercing frost have wedged it utterly from its hold; and, even then, will not fall all at once, but drop to pieces slowly, and flake by flake. Consider a little the beneficence of this ordinance;62 supposing the cliffs had been built like the castle wall, the mouldering away of a few bricks, more or less, at the bottom would have brought down huge masses above, as it constantly does in ruins, and in the mouldering cliffs of the slaty coherents; while yet the top of the mountain would have been always blunt and rounded, as at a, Fig. 36, when seen against the sky. But the aiguille being built in these nearly vertical curved flakes, the worst that the frost can do to it is to push its undermost rocks asunder into forms such as at b, of which, when many of the edges have fallen, the lower ones are more or less supported by the very débris accumulated at their feet; and yet all the while the tops sustain themselves in the 185 most fantastic and incredible fineness of peak against the sky.
§ 15. And since if these sharp flakes broke straight across the mountains, once a fissure formed, all connection would be lost between the flakes, it's been arranged (and this is the most remarkable part of the whole matter) that they shall break in curves, around the body of the aiguilles, somewhat like the layers of an onion; so that even after a fissure occurs, the detached film or flake clings to and leans on the central mass, and won't fall away until centuries of intense frost have completely severed it from its hold; and even then, it won’t fall all at once, but break apart slowly, flake by flake. Reflect for a moment on the benevolence of this arrangement; 62 if the cliffs had been structured like a castle wall, the decay of a few bricks, more or less, at the bottom would have caused huge sections above to collapse, as it often happens in ruins and in the crumbling cliffs of the layered rock; while the top of the mountain would always remain blunt and rounded, as seen at a, Fig. 36, against the sky. But because the aiguille is built with these nearly vertical curved flakes, the worst frost can do is push its lowest rocks apart into shapes like those at b, which, once many of the edges have fallen, are more or less supported by the debris accumulated at their feet; and throughout it all, the peaks maintain their astonishing and incredibly fine points against the sky.
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31. The Aiguille Blaitière. |
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Fig. 36. |
§ 16. I have drawn the flakes in Fig. 36, for illustration's sake, under a caricatured form. Their real aspect will be understood in a moment by a glance at the opposite plate, 31, which represents the central aiguille in the woodcut outline Fig. 35 (Aiguille Blaitière, called by Forbes Greppond), as seen from within about half a mile of its actual base. The white shell-like mass beneath it is a small glacier, which in its beautifully curved outline63 appears to sympathize with the sweep of the rocks beneath, rising and breaking like a wave at the feet of the remarkable horn or spur which supports it on the right. The base of the aiguille itself is, as it were, washed by this glacier, or by the snow which covers it, till late in the season, as a cliff is by the sea; except that a narrow chasm, of some twenty or thirty feet in depth and two or three feet wide, usually separates the rock from the ice, which is melted away by the heat reflected from the southern face of the aiguille. The rock all along this base line is of the most magnificent compactness and hardness, and rings under the hammer like a bell; yet, when regarded from a little distance, it is seen to be distinctly inclined to separate into grand curved flakes or sheets, of which the dark edges are well marked in the plate. The pyramidal form of the aiguille, as seen from this point, is, however, entirely deceptive; the square rock which forms its apparent summit is not the real top, but much in advance of it, and the slope on the right against 186 the sky is a perspective line; while, on the other hand, the precipice in light, above the three small horns at the narrowest part of the glacier, is considerably steeper than it appears to be, the cleavage of the flakes crossing it somewhat obliquely. But I show the aiguille from this spot that the reader may more distinctly note the fellowship between its curved precipice and the little dark horn or spur which bounds the glacier; a spur the more remarkable because there is just such another, jutting in like manner from the corresponding angle of the next aiguille (Charmoz), both of them looking like remnants or foundations of the vaster ancient pyramids, of which the greater part has been by ages carried away.
§ 16. I’ve illustrated the flakes in Fig. 36 in a somewhat exaggerated way. You’ll get a better understanding of their actual appearance by looking at the opposite plate, 31, which shows the central aiguille in the woodcut outline Fig. 35 (Aiguille Blaitière, referred to by Forbes as Greppond), seen from about half a mile from its base. The white, shell-like mass below it is a small glacier, which, in its beautifully curved outline63, seems to align with the sweeping rocks beneath, rising and crashing like a wave at the base of the striking horn or spur on the right. The base of the aiguille itself is, in a way, touched by this glacier, or by the snow that covers it until late in the season, just like a cliff is by the sea; except a narrow gap, about twenty or thirty feet deep and two or three feet wide, usually separates the rock from the ice, which melts under the heat reflected from the southern face of the aiguille. The rock along this base is incredibly solid and hard, ringing like a bell when struck; yet, from a distance, it appears to be inclined to break into grand, curved flakes or sheets, with the dark edges clearly visible in the plate. However, the pyramidal shape of the aiguille from this perspective is misleading; the square rock that seems to be its summit is not the actual top but is positioned much farther ahead, and the slope on the right against the sky is just a perspective line; meanwhile, the cliff in light above the three small horns at the narrowest part of the glacier is actually much steeper than it looks, with the cleavage of the flakes crossing it at an angle. I’m showing the aiguille from this spot so you can better observe the connection between its curved cliff and the little dark horn or spur that borders the glacier; a spur that’s particularly striking because a similar one juts out in the same way from the corresponding angle of the next aiguille (Charmoz), both resembling remnants or foundations of much larger ancient pyramids, most of which have been eroded away over the ages.
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Fig. 37. |
§ 17. The more I examined the range of the aiguilles the more I was struck by this curved cleavage as their principal character. It is quite true that they have other straighter cleavages (noticed in the Appendix, as the investigation of them would be tiresome to the general reader); but it is this to which they owe the whole picturesqueness of their contours; curved as it is, not simply, but often into the most strange shell-like undulations, as will be understood by a glance at Fig. 37, which shows the mere governing lines at the base of this Aiguille Blaitière, seen, 187 with its spur, from a station some quarter of a mile nearer it, and more to the east than that chosen in Plate 31. These leading lines are rarely well shown in fine weather, the important contour from a downwards being hardly relieved clearly from the precipice beyond (b), unless a cloud intervenes, as it did when I made this memorandum; while, again, the leading lines of the Aiguille du Plan, as seen from the foot of it, close to the rocks, are as at Fig. 38, the generally pyramidal outline being nearly similar to that of Blaitière, and a spur being thrown out to the right, under a, composed in exactly the same manner of curved folia of rock laid one against the other. The hollow in the heart of the aiguille is as smooth and sweeping in curve as the cavity of a vast bivalve shell.
§ 17. The more I looked at the range of the aiguilles, the more I was impressed by their main feature: the curved cleavage. It's true they have other straighter cleavages (which I've mentioned in the Appendix, as exploring them would be tedious for the general reader); but it's this curved cleavage that gives their contours such a picturesque quality. The curves are not simple; they often form the most bizarre shell-like undulations, as you can see in Fig. 37, which shows just the governing lines at the base of the Aiguille Blaitière, viewed with its spur from a place about a quarter of a mile closer and more to the east than the spot used in Plate 31. These main lines are seldom clearly visible in nice weather, with the important contour from a down being barely distinguishable from the precipice beyond (b), unless a cloud comes in, as it did when I took this note. Similarly, the leading lines of the Aiguille du Plan, seen from the foot of it, close to the rocks, are like in Fig. 38, with the generally pyramidal shape being nearly the same as that of Blaitière, and a spur extending out to the right, under a, made up exactly the same way with curved layers of rock stacked against each other. The hollow in the heart of the aiguille is as smooth and sweeping in curve as the inside of a large bivalve shell.
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Fig. 38. |
§ 18. I call these the governing or leading lines, not because they are the first which strike the eye, but because, like those of the grain of the wood in a tree-trunk, they rule the swell and fall and change of all the mass. In Nature, or in a photograph, a careless observer will by no means be struck by them, any more than he would by the curves of the tree; and an ordinary artist would draw rather the cragginess and granulation of the surfaces, just as he would rather draw the bark and moss of the trunk. Nor can any one be more steadfastly adverse than I to every substitution of anatomical knowledge for outward and apparent fact; but so it is, that as an artist increases in acuteness of perception, the facts which become outward and apparent to 188 him are those which bear upon the growth or make of the thing. And, just as in looking at any woodcut of trees after Titian or Albert Durer, as compared with a modern water-color sketch, we shall always be struck by the writhing and rounding of the tree trunks in the one, and the stiffness, and merely blotted or granulated surfaces of the other; so, in looking at these rocks, the keenness of the artist's eye may almost precisely be tested by the degree in which he perceives the curves that give them their strength and grace, and in harmony with which the flakes of granite are bound together, like the bones of the jaw of a saurian. Thus the ten years of study which I have given to these mountains since I described them in the first volume as "traversed sometimes by graceful curvilinear fissures, sometimes by straight fissures," have enabled me to ascertain, and now generally at a glance to see, that the curvilinear ones are dominant, and that even the fissures or edges which appear perfectly straight have almost always some delicate sympathy with the curves. Occasionally, however, as in the separate beds which form the spur or horn of the Aiguille Blaitière, seen in true profile in Plate 29, Fig. 3, the straightness is so accurate that, not having brought a rule with me up the glacier, I was obliged to write under my sketch, "Not possible to draw it straight enough." Compare also the lines sloping to the left in Fig. 38.
§ 18. I refer to these as the main guiding lines, not because they are the first things you notice, but because, like the grain in a tree trunk, they shape the rise and fall and shifts of the whole structure. In nature or in a photo, a careless observer won't really notice them, just like they might not notice the curves of the tree itself; and a typical artist would focus more on the roughness and texture of the surfaces, just as they would emphasize the bark and moss on the trunk. No one could be more against replacing anatomical understanding with what is visibly apparent than I am; however, it happens that as an artist becomes more perceptive, the aspects that become outwardly obvious to them are those tied to the growth or structure of the object. Just like when looking at any woodcut of trees after Titian or Albrecht Dürer compared to a modern watercolor, we are always struck by the twisting and flowing forms of the tree trunks in the former, while in the latter, there’s a stiffness and just blotchy or grainy surfaces. Similarly, when examining these rocks, the sharpness of the artist’s eye can almost be measured by how well they recognize the curves that provide strength and elegance, and with which the flakes of granite come together, like the bones in a dinosaur's jaw. Thus, my ten years of studying these mountains since I described them in the first volume as "sometimes crossed by graceful curvy cracks, sometimes by straight cracks" have allowed me to determine, and now to generally see at a glance, that the curved ones are dominant, and even the seams or edges that seem entirely straight almost always show some subtle connection with the curves. Occasionally, however, like in the individual beds that make up the spur or horn of the Aiguille Blaitière, seen in true profile in Plate 29, Fig. 3, the straightness is so precise that, without having brought a ruler with me up the glacier, I had to write under my sketch, "Not possible to draw it straight enough." Also compare the lines sloping to the left in Fig. 38.
§ 19. "But why not give everything just as it is; without caring what is dominant and what subordinate?"
§ 19. "But why not just present everything as it is, without worrying about what’s more important and what’s less important?"
You cannot. Of all the various impossibilities which torment and humiliate the painter, none are more vexatious than that of drawing a mountain form. It is indeed impossible enough to draw, by resolute care, the foam on a wave, or the outline of the foliage of a large tree; but in these cases, when care is at fault, carelessness will help, and the dash of the brush will in some measure give wildness to the churning of the foam, and infinitude to the shaking of the leaves. But chance will not help us with the mountain. Its fine and faintly organized edge seems to be definitely traced against the sky; yet let us set ourselves honestly to follow it, and we find, on the instant, it has disappeared: and that for two reasons. The first, that if the mountain be lofty, and in light, it is so faint in color that the eye literally cannot trace its separation from the hues next to it. 189 The other day I wanted the contour of a limestone mountain in the Valais, distant about seven miles, and as many thousand feet above me; it was barren limestone; the morning sun fell upon it, so as to make it almost vermilion color, and the sky behind it a bluish green. Two tints could hardly have been more opposed, but both were so subtle, that I found it impossible to see accurately the line that separated the vermilion from the green. The second, that if the contour be observed from a nearer point, or looked at when it is dark against the sky, it will be found composed of millions of minor angles, crags, points, and fissures, which no human sight or hand can draw finely enough, and yet all of which have effect upon the mind.
You can’t. Among all the various impossibilities that frustrate and embarrass the painter, none are more annoying than drawing a mountain shape. It's already tough enough to capture, with focused effort, the foam on a wave or the outline of a large tree’s leaves; in those cases, if skill fails, a bit of randomness can lend a wild quality to the foam or a sense of movement to the swaying leaves. But chance can't help with mountains. Their subtly defined edges seem sharply outlined against the sky; yet when we try to trace them honestly, they instantly vanish for two reasons. First, if the mountain is tall and well-lit, its color is so faint that the eye literally can't distinguish its boundary from the colors next to it. 189 The other day, I wanted to capture the outline of a limestone mountain in the Valais, about seven miles away and several thousand feet higher than me; it was barren limestone, and the morning sun made it look almost vermilion, with the sky behind it a bluish-green. The two colors were almost opposites, but both were so subtle that I found it impossible to see the exact line where the vermilion met the green. Second, if you observe the outline from a closer point, or look at it when it’s dark against the sky, you’ll notice it’s made up of millions of tiny angles, crags, points, and fissures that no human eye or hand can accurately draw, yet all of them leave an impression on the mind.
§ 20. The outline shown as dark against the sky in Plate 29, Fig. 2 is about a hundred, or a hundred and twenty, yards of the top of the ridge of Charmoz, running from the base of the aiguille down to the Montanvert, and seen from the moraine of the Charmoz glacier, a quarter of a mile distant to the south-west.64 It is formed of decomposing granite, thrown down in blocks entirely detached, but wedged together, so as to stand continually in these seemingly perilous contours (being a portion of such a base of aiguille as that in b, Fig. 36, p. 185).65 The block forming the summit on the left is fifteen or eighteen feet long; and the upper edge of it, which is the dominant point of the Charmoz ridge, is the best spot in the Chamouni 190 district for giving a thorough command of the relations of the aiguilles on each side of the Mer de Glace. Now put the book, with that page open, upright, at three yards distance from you, and try to draw this contour, which I have made as dark and distinct as it ever could be in reality, and you will immediately understand why it is impossible to draw mountain outlines rightly.
§ 20. The shape seen dark against the sky in Plate 29, Fig. 2, is about a hundred to a hundred and twenty yards from the top of the Charmoz ridge, stretching from the base of the aiguille down to the Montanvert, and viewed from the moraine of the Charmoz glacier, which is a quarter of a mile southwest. 64 It consists of decomposing granite, broken into blocks that are completely detached but wedged together, enabling them to maintain these seemingly precarious shapes (being part of the same base of aiguille as that in b, Fig. 36, p. 185).65 The block forming the summit on the left is fifteen or eighteen feet long, and the upper edge of it, which is the highest point of the Charmoz ridge, is the best spot in the Chamouni district to get a complete view of the relationships of the aiguilles on either side of the Mer de Glace. Now, hold the book with that page open upright, about three yards away from you, and try to draw this contour, which I have rendered as dark and clear as it could ever appear in reality, and you will instantly see why it's impossible to accurately draw mountain outlines.
§ 21. And if not outlines, a fortiori not details of mass, which have all the complexity of the outline multiplied a thousand fold, and drawn in fainter colors. Nothing is more curious than the state of embarrassment into which the unfortunate artist must soon be cast when he endeavors honestly to draw the face of the simplest mountain cliff—say a thousand feet high, and two or three miles distant. It is full of exquisite details, all seemingly decisive and clear; but when he tries to arrest one of them, he cannot see it,—cannot find where it begins or ends,—and presently it runs into another; and then he tries to draw that, but that will not be drawn, neither, until it has conducted him to a third, which, somehow or another, made part of the first; presently he finds that, instead of three, there are in reality four, and then he loses his place altogether. He tries to draw clear lines, to make his work look craggy, but finds that then it is too hard; he tries to draw soft lines, and it is immediately too soft; he draws a curved line, and instantly sees it should have been straight; a straight one, and finds when he looks up again, that it has got curved while he was drawing it. There is nothing for him but despair, or some sort of abstraction and shorthand for cliff. Then the only question is, what is the wisest abstraction; and out of the multitude of lines that cannot altogether be interpreted, which are the really dominant ones; so that if we cannot give the whole, we may at least give what will convey the most important facts about the cliff.
§ 21. And if outlines are challenging, a fortiori, details of mass are even harder, with all the complexity of the outline multiplied a thousand times, and rendered in fainter colors. Nothing is more fascinating than the state of confusion the poor artist finds himself in when he honestly tries to draw the face of a simple mountain cliff—let’s say a thousand feet high and two or three miles away. It’s full of exquisite details, all seemingly distinct and clear; but when he attempts to capture one, he can't see it—can't figure out where it starts or ends—and soon it merges into another; then he tries to draw that one, but it won’t be drawn either, until it leads him to a third, which somehow connects back to the first. Before long, he realizes that instead of three, there are actually four, and then he completely loses his place. He tries to draw sharp lines to make his work look jagged, but finds that’s too harsh; then he tries soft lines, and it becomes too soft right away; he draws a curved line, only to immediately see it should have been straight; a straight line, and when he looks up again, it’s somehow curved while he was drawing it. He is left with nothing but despair, or some kind of abstraction and shorthand for cliff. Then the only question is, what is the best abstraction; and among the multitude of lines that can’t all be interpreted, which are the truly dominant ones, so that if we can’t capture the whole, we at least convey the most important facts about the cliff.
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§ 22. Recurring then to our "public opinion" of the Aiguille Charmoz, we find the greatest exaggeration of, and therefore I suppose the greatest interest in, the narrow and spiry point on its left side. That is in reality a point at all but a hatchet edge; a flake of rock, which is enabled to maintain itself in this sharp-edged state by its writhing folds of sinewy granite. Its structure, on a larger scale, and seen "edge on," is shown in 191 Fig. 41. The whole aiguille is composed of a series of such flakes, liable, indeed, to all kinds of fissure in other directions, but holding, by their modes of vertical association, the strongest authority over the form of the whole mountain. It is not in all lights that they are seen plainly: for instance, in the morning effect in Plate 30 they are hardly traceable: but the longer we watch, the more they are perceived; and their power of sustaining themselves vertically is so great, that at the foot of the aiguille on the right a few of them form a detached mass, known as the Petit Charmoz, between E and c in Fig. 60, p. 210, of which the height of the uttermost flake, between c and d, is about five hundred feet.
§ 22. Referring back to our “public opinion” of the Aiguille Charmoz, we see the biggest exaggeration, and therefore I guess the most interest, in the narrow and pointy feature on its left side. In reality, it’s nearly a sharp edge—a flake of rock that stays in this jagged shape because of its twisting folds of strong granite. Its structure, on a larger scale and viewed "edge on," is shown in 191 Fig. 41. The entire aiguille is made up of a series of these flakes, which, while susceptible to various cracks in other directions, still have a strong control over the overall shape of the mountain because of how they’re stacked vertically. They’re not always clearly visible in every light; for example, in the morning light in Plate 30, they’re tough to spot. But the longer we observe, the more noticeable they become, and their ability to stand upright is so strong that at the base of the aiguille on the right, a few of them form a separate mass known as the Petit Charmoz, located between E and c in Fig. 60, p. 210, where the height of the highest flake, between c and d, is about five hundred feet.
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Important, however, as this curved cleavage is, it is so confused among others, that it has taken me, as I said, ten years of almost successive labor to develope, in any degree of completeness, its relations among the aiguilles of Chamouni; and even of professed geologists, the only person who has described it properly is De Saussure, whose continual sojourn among the Alps enabled him justly to discern the constant from the inconstant phenomena. And yet, in his very first journey to Savoy, Turner saw it at a glance, and fastened on it as the main thing to be expressed in those mountains.
Important as this curved cleavage is, it's so tangled up with others that it has taken me, as I mentioned, ten years of almost continuous work to develop its connections among the aiguilles of Chamouni to any reasonable degree of completeness. Even among trained geologists, the only person who has accurately described it is De Saussure, whose constant stay in the Alps allowed him to distinguish the consistent from the inconsistent phenomena. Yet, during his very first trip to Savoy, Turner recognized it instantly and focused on it as the key element to capture in those mountains.
In the opposite Plate (32), the darkest division, on the right, is a tolerably accurate copy of Turner's rendering of the Aiguille Charmoz (etched and engraved by himself), in the plate called the "Mer de Glace," in the Liber Studiorum. Its outline is in local respects inaccurate enough, being modified by Turnerian topography; but the flaky character is so definite, that it looks as if it had been prepared for an illustrative diagram of the points at present under discussion.
In the opposite Plate (32), the darkest section on the right is a fairly accurate reproduction of Turner's depiction of the Aiguille Charmoz (etched and engraved by himself) in the plate titled "Mer de Glace" in the Liber Studiorum. While its outline isn't entirely accurate due to Turner's unique topographical style, the flaky texture is so clear that it seems like it was created for an illustrative diagram of the points we're currently discussing.
§ 23. And do not let it be supposed that this was by chance, or that the modes of mountain drawing at the period would in any wise have helped Turner to discover these lines. The aiguilles had been drawn before this time, and the figure on the left in Plate 32 will show how. It is a facsimile of a piece of an engraving of the Mer de Glace, by Woollett, after William Pars, published in 1783, and founded on the general Wilsonian and Claudesque principles of landscape common at the time. There are, in the rest of the plate, some good arrangements of shadow and true aerial perspective; and the piece I have copied, which is an attempt to represent the Aiguille Dru, opposite the Charmoz, will serve, not unfairly, to show how totally inadequate the draughtsmen of the time were to perceive the character of mountains, and, also, how unable the human mind is by itself to conceive anything like the variety of natural form. The workman had not looked at the thing,—trusted to his "Ideal," supposed that broken and rugged rocks might be shaped better out of his own head than by Nature's laws,—and we see what comes of it.
§ 23. And don’t think that this was just a coincidence, or that the techniques of mountain drawing at the time would have helped Turner discover these lines. The aiguilles had already been drawn before this, and the figure on the left in Plate 32 will show how. It’s a replica of an engraving of the Mer de Glace, by Woollett, after William Pars, published in 1783, based on the general Wilsonian and Claudesque principles of landscape that were common then. In the rest of the plate, there are some good arrangements of shadow and true aerial perspective; the piece I’ve copied, which tries to represent the Aiguille Dru, opposite the Charmoz, shows just how completely inadequate the artists of the time were at recognizing the true nature of mountains, and how limited the human mind is on its own in imagining the variety of natural forms. The artist hadn’t actually observed the subject—he relied on his “Ideal,” thinking that broken and rugged rocks could be better shaped from his imagination than by Nature’s rules—and we can see the result.
§ 24. And now, lastly, observe, in the laws by which this strange curvilinear structure is given to the aiguilles, how the provision for beauty of form is made in the first landscape materials we have to study. We have permitted ourselves, according to that unsystematic mode of proceeding pleaded for in the opening of our present task, to wander hither and thither as this or that question rose before us, and demanded, or tempted, our pursuit. But the reader must yet remember that our special business in this section of the work is the observance of the nature of beauty, and of the degrees in which the aspect of any object fulfils the laws of beauty stated in the second volume. Now in the fifteenth paragraph of the chapter on infinity, it was stated that curvature was essential to all beauty, and that what we should "need more especially to prove, was the constancy of curvature in all natural forms whatsoever." And these aiguilles, which are the first objects we have had definitely to consider, appeared as little likely to fulfil the condition as anything we could have come upon. I am well assured that the majority of spectators see no curves in them at all, but an intensely upright, stern, spiry ruggedness and angularity. And we might even beforehand 193 have been led to expect, and to be contented in expecting, nothing else from them than this; for since, as we have said often, they are part of the earth's skeleton, being created to sustain and strengthen everything else, and yet differ from a skeleton in this, that the earth is not only supported by their strength, but fed by their ruin; so that they are first composed of the hardest and least tractable substance, and then exposed to such storm and violence as shall beat large parts of them to powder;—under these desperate conditions of being, I say, we might have anticipated some correspondent ruggedness and terribleness of aspect, some such refusal to comply with ordinary laws of beauty, as we often see in other things and creatures put to hard work, and sustaining distress or violence.
§ 24. And now, lastly, take note of how the laws that shape this odd curvy structure of the aiguilles provide for aesthetic form in the first natural materials we need to examine. We've allowed ourselves, as we mentioned at the beginning of our task, to wander around as different questions came up and caught our interest. But the reader should remember that our main focus in this section is to observe the nature of beauty and how well the appearance of any object meets the beauty standards outlined in the second volume. In the fifteenth paragraph of the chapter on infinity, it was stated that curvature is essential to all beauty and that we particularly need to demonstrate the consistency of curvature in all natural forms. These aiguilles, which are the first things we've had to look at closely, seem unlikely to meet this requirement. I'm quite sure that most viewers see no curves in them at all, just a stark, upright, sharp ruggedness and angularity. We might have expected, and could have been satisfied with expecting, only this from them; because, as we've often said, they are part of the earth's skeleton, meant to support and strengthen everything else. Yet they differ from a skeleton in that the earth not only relies on their strength but is also nourished by their decay. They are made from the hardest and least manageable material and are then subjected to storms and violence that wear them down; under these dire conditions, I suggest we might have predicted a similar roughness and fearsome appearance, a rejection of standard beauty, like we often see in other things and creatures that undergo hard labor and endure suffering or violence.
§ 25. And truly, at first sight, there is such refusal in their look, and their shattered walls and crests seem to rise in a gloomy contrast with the soft waves of bank and wood beneath; nor do I mean to press the mere fact, that, as we look longer at them, other lines become perceptible, because it might be thought no proof of their beauty that they needed long attention in order to be discerned. But I think this much at least is deserving of our notice, as confirmatory of foregone conclusions, that the forms which in other things are produced by slow increase, or gradual abrasion of surface, are here produced by rough fracture, when rough fracture is to be the law of existence. A rose is rounded by its own soft ways of growth, a reed is bowed into tender curvature by the pressure of the breeze; but we could not, from these, have proved any resolved preference, by Nature, of curved lines to others, inasmuch as it might always have been answered that the curves were produced, not for beauty's sake, but infallibly, by the laws of vegetable existence; and, looking at broken flints or rugged banks afterwards, we might have thought that we only liked the curved lines because associated with life and organism, and disliked the angular ones, because associated with inaction and disorder. But Nature gives us in these mountains a more clear demonstration of her will. She is here driven to make fracture the law of being. She cannot tuft the rock-edges with moss, or round them by water, or hide them with leaves and roots. She is bound to produce a form, admirable to human beings, by continual 194 breaking away of substance. And behold—so soon as she is compelled to do this—she changes the law of fracture itself. "Growth," she seems to say, "is not essential to my work, nor concealment, nor softness; but curvature is: and if I must produce my forms by breaking them, the fracture itself shall be in curves. If, instead of dew and sunshine, the only instruments I am to use are the lightning and the frost, then their forked tongues and crystal wedges shall still work out my laws of tender line. Devastation instead of nurture may be the task of all my elements, and age after age may only prolong the unrenovated ruin; but the appointments of typical beauty which have been made over all creatures shall not therefore be abandoned; and the rocks shall be ruled, in their perpetual perishing, by the same ordinances that direct the bending of the reed and the blush of the rose."
§ 25. At first glance, there's definitely a sense of rejection in their appearance, and their broken walls and peaks seem to stand in stark contrast to the gentle waves of the banks and woods below. I don’t mean to emphasize the fact that as we look at them longer, additional lines become visible, as it might seem like a sign of their beauty that it takes time to notice. However, I think it’s worth noting, as a confirmation of earlier conclusions, that the shapes which in other contexts are created by slow growth or gradual wear and tear of surfaces, are here produced by abrupt breaks, which is the principle governing their existence. A rose develops its softness through gentle growth, a reed bends into a delicate curve under the breeze's pressure; but we couldn’t use these as proof that Nature prefers curved lines to others, since it could always be argued that the curves emerge not for the sake of beauty, but inevitably, through the laws of plant life. When we look at broken flints or rough banks later, we might think we prefer the curved lines because they’re associated with life and growth, while we dislike the angular ones, perhaps due to their association with stillness and chaos. But Nature gives us clearer evidence of her intentions in these mountains. She is forced to make breakage the principle of existence. She can't cover the rocky edges with moss, smooth them with water, or hide them with leaves and roots. She's compelled to create a form that humans find admirable through constant loss of substance. And notice—once she is required to do this—she alters the very nature of fracture. "Growth," she seems to indicate, "is not necessary for my work, nor concealment, nor gentleness; but curvature is essential: and if I must create my forms through breaking, the breaks themselves will be curved. If my only tools are lightning and frost instead of dew and sunlight, then their jagged edges and icy tips shall still carve out my graceful lines. Destruction rather than nourishment may be the duty of all my elements, and eons may pass only to prolong the unhealed ruin; but the elements of typical beauty established across all beings shall not be neglected; and the rocks shall be governed, in their endless decay, by the same principles that guide the bending of the reed and the blooming of the rose."
57 See, for explanatory statements, Appendix 2.
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58 I have been able to examine these conditions with much care in the chain of Mont Blanc only, which I chose for the subject of investigation both as being the most interesting to the general traveller, and as being the only range of the central mountains which had been much painted by Turner. But I believe the singular arrangements of beds which take place in this chain have been found by the German geologists to prevail also in the highest peaks of the Western Alps; and there are a peculiar beauty and providence in them which induce me to expect that farther inquiries may justify our attributing them to some very extensive law of the earth's structure. See the notes from De Saussure in Appendix 2.
58 I've been able to carefully study these conditions in the Mont Blanc range only, which I picked for my investigation because it's both the most captivating for general travelers and the only part of the central mountains that Turner painted extensively. However, I believe that the unique arrangement of rock layers found in this range has also been observed by German geologists in the highest peaks of the Western Alps. There's a special beauty and purpose in them that makes me hopeful that further research could lead us to associate them with some broad principle of the earth's structure. See the notes from De Saussure in Appendix 2.
59 That is to say, as it appears to me. There are some points of the following statements which are disputed among geologists; the reader will find them hereafter discussed at greater length.
59 In other words, this is my perspective. There are some aspects of the following statements that geologists disagree on; the reader will find those discussed in more detail later.
60 Running, at that point very nearly, N. E. and S. W., and dipping under the ice at an angle of about seventy degrees.
60 Running, at that moment almost, N. E. and S.W., and diving under the ice at an angle of about seventy degrees.
61 It was often of great importance to me to ascertain these apparent slopes with some degree of correctness. In order to do so without the trouble of carrying any instrument (except my compass and spirit-level), I had my Alpine pole made as even as a round rule for about a foot in the middle of its length. Taking the bearing of the mountain, placing the pole at right angles to the bearing, and adjusting it by the spirit-level, I brought the edge of a piece of finely cut pasteboard parallel, in a vertical plane (plumbed), with the apparent slope of the hillside. A pencil line drawn by the pole then gave me a horizon, with which the angle could be easily measured at home. The measurements thus obtained are given under the figures.
61 It was often very important for me to determine these apparent slopes accurately. To do this without the hassle of carrying any tools (other than my compass and spirit level), I had my Alpine pole shaped as straight as a yardstick for about a foot in the middle. I took the direction of the mountain, positioned the pole at a right angle to that direction, and used the spirit level to adjust it. Then, I aligned the edge of a piece of finely cut cardboard vertically with the apparent slope of the hillside. Drawing a pencil line with the pole gave me a baseline, which I could easily use to measure the angle later at home. The measurements I got this way are shown with the figures.
62 That is to say, in a cliff intended to owe its outline to dilapidation. Where no dilapidation is to be permitted, the bedded structure, well knit, is always used. Of this we shall see various examples in the 16th chapter.
62 In other words, on a cliff meant to be shaped by decay. Where decay isn't allowed, the well-structured layers are always utilized. We'll see various examples of this in chapter 16.
63 Given already as an example of curvature in the Stones of Venice, vol. 1, plate 7.
63 Already provided as an example of curvature in the Stones of Venice, vol. 1, plate 7.
64 The top of the aiguille of the Little Charmoz bearing, from the point whence this sketch was made, about six degrees east of north.
64 The peak of the Little Charmoz needle, as seen from the spot where this sketch was drawn, is about six degrees east of north.
65 The summits of the aiguilles are often more fantastically rent still. Fig. 39 is the profile of a portion of the upper edge of the Aiguille du Moine, seen from the crest of Charmoz; Fig. 40 shows the three lateral fragments, drawn to a larger scale. The height of each of the upright masses must be from twenty to twenty-five feet. I do not know if their rude resemblance to two figures, on opposite sides of a table or altar, has had anything to do with the name of the aiguille.
65 The peaks of the aiguilles are often even more fantastically shaped. Fig. 39 shows the outline of a part of the upper edge of the Aiguille du Moine, viewed from the top of Charmoz; Fig. 40 displays the three side fragments, drawn to a larger scale. Each of the upright masses is about twenty to twenty-five feet tall. I’m not sure if their rough resemblance to two figures on opposite sides of a table or altar is related to the name of the aiguille.
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Fig. 39. | Fig. 40. |
CHAPTER XV.
RESULTING FORMS:—SECONDLY, CRESTS.
§ 1. Between the aiguilles, or other conditions of central peak, and the hills which are clearly formed, as explained in Chap. XII. § 11, by the mere breaking of the edges of solid beds of coherent rock, there occurs almost always a condition of mountain summit, intermediate in aspect, as in position. The aiguille may generally be represented by the type a, Fig. 42; the solid and simple beds of rock by the type c. The condition b, clearly intermediate between the two, is, on the whole, the most graceful and perfect in which mountain masses occur. It seems to have attracted more of the attention of the poets than either of the others; and the ordinary word, crest, which we carelessly use in speaking of mountain summits, as if it meant little more than "edge" or "ridge," has a peculiar force and propriety when applied to ranges of cliff whose contours correspond thus closely to the principal lines of the crest of a Greek helmet.
§ 1. Between the sharp peaks, or other features of a central summit, and the clearly defined hills, as discussed in Chap. XII. § 11, formed simply by the breaking of solid rock layers, there is usually a mountain summit that appears intermediate in both shape and position. The sharp peak can generally be represented by the type a, Fig. 42; the solid and uniform rock layers by the type c. The condition b, which is clearly in between the two, is overall the most elegant and perfect form in which mountain ranges appear. It seems to have captivated more attention from poets than either of the others; and the common term, crest, which we casually use when talking about mountain summits, as if it meant little more than "edge" or "ridge," takes on a special significance when referring to cliff ranges whose shapes align so closely with the main lines of a Greek helmet's crest.
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Fig. 42. |
§ 2. There is another resemblance which they can hardly fail to suggest when at all irregular in form,—that of a wave about to break. Byron uses the image definitely of Soracte; and, in a less clear way, it seems to present itself occasionally to all minds, there being a general tendency to give or accept accounts of mountain form under the image of waves; and to 196 speak of a hilly country, seen from above, as looking like a "sea of mountains."
§ 2. There’s another similarity that’s hard to miss when things are even slightly irregular in shape—it looks like a wave that’s about to crash. Byron clearly uses this image with Soracte; and in a less obvious way, it seems to come to mind occasionally for everyone, as there's a general tendency to describe mountains using wave imagery, and to describe a hilly landscape viewed from above as resembling a "sea of mountains." 196
Such expressions, vaguely used, do not, I think, generally imply much more than that the ground is waved or undulated into bold masses. But if we give prolonged attention to the mountains of the group b we shall gradually begin to feel that more profound truth is couched under this mode of speaking, and that there is indeed an appearance of action and united movement in these crested masses, nearly resembling that of sea waves; that they seem not to be heaped up, but to leap or toss themselves up; and in doing so, to wreathe and twist their summits into the most fantastic, yet harmonious, curves, governed by some grand under-sweep like that of a tide, running through the whole body of the mountain chain.
Such expressions, used vaguely, don’t really suggest much more than that the ground is shaped into bold formations. But if we pay close attention to the mountains in group b, we'll start to sense a deeper truth in this way of speaking, and that there is indeed a sense of action and collective movement in these pointed peaks, somewhat resembling the motion of ocean waves; they don’t just pile up, but seem to leap or throw themselves upwards; and in doing so, they twist and curl their summits into the most fantastic, yet harmonious, shapes, guided by some grand undercurrent like a tide, flowing through the entire mountain range.
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Fig. 43. |
For instance, in Fig. 43, which gives, rudely, the leading lines of the junction of the "Aiguille pourri"66 (Chamouni) with the Aiguilles Rouges, the reader cannot, I think, but feel that there is something which binds the mountains together—some common influence at their heart which they cannot resist: and that, however they may be broken or disordered, there is as true unity among them as in the sweep of a wild wave, governed, through all its foaming ridges, by constant laws of weight and motion.
For example, in Fig. 43, which bluntly describes the place where the "Aiguille pourri"66 (Chamouni) meets the Aiguilles Rouges, I believe the reader can't help but sense that there’s something connecting the mountains—some shared force at their core that they can’t resist. Even though they may be fragmented or chaotic, they exhibit a true unity, just like the flow of a wild wave, driven, through all its frothy crests, by consistent principles of weight and motion.
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Fig. 44. |
§ 3. How far this apparent unity is the result of elevatory force in mountain, and how far of the sculptural force of water upon the mountain, is the question we have mainly to deal with in the present chapter.
§ 3. How much of this seeming unity comes from the uplifting force in the mountain, and how much from the shaping power of water on the mountain, is the key question we need to address in this chapter.
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Fig. 45. |
But first look back to Fig. 7, of Plate 8, Vol. III., there given as the typical representation of the ruling forces of growth in a leaf. Take away the extreme portion of the curve on the left, and any segment of the leaf remaining, terminated by one of its ribs, as a or b, Fig. 44, will be equally a typical contour of a common crested mountain. If the reader will merely turn Plate 8 so as to look at the figure upright, with its stalk downwards, he will see that it is also the base of the honeysuckle ornament of the Greeks. I may anticipate what we shall have to note with respect to vegetation so far as to tell him that it is also the base of form in all timber trees.
But first, take a look at Fig. 7 from Plate 8, Vol. III., which shows the typical representation of the main growth forces in a leaf. Remove the leftmost part of the curve, and any segment of the leaf that ends at one of its veins, like a or b, Fig. 44, will still resemble the typical shape of a common crested mountain. If the reader simply rotates Plate 8 to view the figure right-side-up, with the stem pointing down, they will notice that it also resembles the base of the honeysuckle design used by the Greeks. I can already hint at what we'll discuss concerning vegetation: it also forms the basis of shape in all timber trees.
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Fig. 46. |
§ 4. There seems something, therefore, in this contour which makes its production one of the principal aims of Nature in all her compositions. The cause of this appears to be, that as the cinqfoil is the simplest expression of proportion, this is the simplest expression of opposition, in unequal curved lines. If we take any lines, a x and e g, Fig. 45, both of varied curvature (not segments of circles), and one shorter than the other, and join them together so as to form one line, as b x, x g, we shall have one of the common lines of beauty; if we join them at an angle, as 198 c x, x y, we shall have the common crest, which is in fact merely a jointed line of beauty. If we join them as at a, Fig. 46, they form a line at once monotonous and cramped, and the jointed condition of this same line, b, is hardly less so. It is easily proved, therefore, that the junction of lines c x, x y, is the simplest and most graceful mode of opposition; and easily observed that in branches of trees, wings of birds, and other more or less regular organizations, such groups of line are continually made to govern the contours. But it is not so easily seen why or how this form should be impressed upon irregular heaps of mountain.
§ 4. There seems to be something about this shape that makes it one of Nature's main objectives in all her creations. The reason for this appears to be that just as the five-leaf clover is the simplest representation of proportion, this shape represents the simplest expression of contrast using uneven curved lines. If we take any lines, a x and e g, Fig. 45, both with different curves (not segments of circles), and one shorter than the other, and connect them to create a single line, like b x or x g, we will have one of the common lines of beauty. If we connect them at an angle, as in 198 c x and x y, we will create the common crest, which is simply a jointed line of beauty. If we connect them as shown at a, Fig. 46, they create a line that is both dull and restricted, and the jointed nature of this same line, b, is similarly uninspiring. It can be easily demonstrated that the connection of lines c x and x y is the simplest and most elegant way of showing opposition; and it's also easy to notice that in branches of trees, bird wings, and other relatively regular structures, such groupings of lines are continuously used to shape the contours. However, it's not as straightforward to understand why or how this shape is observed in irregular piles of mountains.
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Fig. 47. |
§ 5. If a bed of coherent rock be raised, in the manner described in Chap. XIII., so as to form a broken precipice with its edge, and a long slope with its surface, as at a, Fig. 47 (and in this way nearly all hills are raised), the top of the precipice has usually a tendency to crumble down, and, in process of time, to form a heap of advanced ruins at its foot. On the other side, the back or slope of the hill does not crumble down, but is gradually worn away by the streams; and as these are always more considerable, both in velocity and weight, at the bottom of the slope than the top, the ground is faster worn away at the bottom, and the straight slope is cut to a curve of continually increasing steepness. Fig. 47 b represents the contour to which the hill a would thus be brought in process of time; the dotted line indicating its original form. The result, it will be seen, is a crest.67
§ 5. If a layer of solid rock is lifted, as described in Chap. XIII, to create a jagged cliff edge and a long slope on its surface, like at a, Fig. 47 (which is how most hills are formed), the top of the cliff tends to crumble over time, creating a pile of debris at its base. Meanwhile, the back or slope of the hill doesn't break apart but gradually wears down due to streams; since water flows faster and with more force at the bottom of the slope than at the top, the ground erodes more quickly at the bottom, causing the straight slope to curve into a progressively steeper incline. Fig. 47 b shows the shape that the hill a would take on over time; the dotted line marks its original form. The result, as you can see, is a peak. 67
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Fig. 48. |
§ 6. But crests of this uniform substance and continuous outline occur only among hills composed of the softest coherent rocks, and seldom attain any elevation such as to make them important or impressive. The notable crests are composed of the hard coherents or slaty crystallines, and then the contour of the crests depends mainly on the question whether in the original mass of it, the beds lie as at a or as at b, Fig. 48. If they lie as at a, then the resultant crest will have the general appearance seen at c; the edges of the beds getting separated and serrated by the weather. If the beds lie as at b, the resultant crest will be of such a contour as that at d.
§ 6. However, peaks of this consistent material and continuous shape only occur among hills made of the softest cohesive rocks, and rarely reach a height that makes them significant or striking. The prominent peaks are made of hard cohesive or slaty crystalline rocks, and the shape of these peaks mainly depends on whether the original layers are positioned as at a or as at b, Fig. 48. If they are positioned as at a, then the resulting peak will have the general appearance seen at c; the edges of the layers become separated and jagged due to weathering. If the layers are positioned as at b, the resulting peak will have a shape similar to that at d.
The crests of the contour d are formed usually by the harder coherent rocks, and are notable chiefly for their bold precipices in front, and regular slopes, or sweeping curves, at the back. We shall examine them under the special head of precipices. But the crests of the form at c belong usually to the slaty crystallines, and are those properly called crests, their edges looking, especially when covered with pines, like separated plumes. These it is our chief business to examine in the present chapter.
The tops of the contour d are typically made up of harder, solid rocks and are mainly known for their steep cliffs in the front and smooth, gentle slopes or curves in the back. We will look at these under the category of cliffs. However, the tops of the shape at c usually belong to the slaty crystalline rocks and are what we actually refer to as crests, their edges appearing, especially when covered with pine trees, like separated feathers. This is what we will focus on in this chapter.
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Fig. 49. |
§ 7. In order to obtain this kind of crest, we first require to have our mountain beds thrown up in the form a, Fig. 48. This is not easily done on a large scale, except among the slaty crystallines forming the flanks of the great chains, as in Fig. 29, p. 176. In that figure it will be seen that the beds forming each side of the chain of Mont Blanc are thrown into the required 201 steepness, and therefore, whenever they are broken towards the central mountain, they naturally form the front of a crest, while the torrents and glaciers falling over their longer slopes, carve them into rounded banks towards the valley.
§ 7. To get this type of crest, we first need to have our mountain beds raised in the shape a, Fig. 48. This is not easy to achieve on a large scale, except in the slaty crystalline areas along the sides of the major ranges, like in Fig. 29, p. 176. In that figure, you can see that the beds on each side of the Mont Blanc chain are tilted to the necessary steepness. So, whenever they break toward the central mountain, they naturally create the front of a crest, while the streams and glaciers flowing over their longer slopes shape them into rounded banks toward the valley.
§ 8. But the beauty of a crest or bird's wing consists, in nature, not merely in its curved terminal outline, but in the radiation of the plumes, so that while each assumes a different curve, every curve shall show a certain harmony of direction with all the others.
§ 8. But the beauty of a crest or a bird's wing lies not just in its curved edge, but in the way the feathers fan out, so that while each takes on a different curve, every curve maintains a certain harmony in direction with the others.
We shall have to enter into the examination of this subject at greater length in the 17th chapter; meanwhile, it is sufficient to observe the law in a single example, such as Fig. 49, which is a wing of one of the angels in Durer's woodcut of the Fall of Lucifer.68 At first sight, the plumes seem disposed with much irregularity, but there is a sense of power and motion in the whole which the reader would find was at once lost by a careless copyist; for it depends on the fact that if we take the principal curves at any points of the wing, and continue them in the lines which they are pursuing at the moment they terminate, these continued lines will all meet in a single point, C. It is this law which gives unity to the wing.
We need to look into this topic in more detail in chapter 17; for now, it's enough to highlight the law using a single example, like Fig. 49, which shows a wing of one of the angels in Durer's woodcut of the Fall of Lucifer.68 At first glance, the feathers appear to be arranged irregularly, but there's a sense of power and movement throughout that a careless copyist would easily miss. This effect relies on the fact that if we take the main curves at any point on the wing and extend them in the direction they’re going when they end, all these extended lines will converge at a single point, C. This principle is what gives the wing its unity.
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Fig. 50. |
All groups of curves set beside each other depend for their beauty upon the observance of this law;69 and if, therefore, the 202 mountain crests are to be perfectly beautiful, Nature must contrive to get this element of radiant curvature into them in one way or another. Nor does it, at first sight, appear easy for her to get, I do not say radiant curves, but curves at all: for in the aiguilles, she actually bent their beds; but in these slaty crystallines it seems not always convenient to her to bend the beds; and when they are to remain straight, she must obtain the curvature in some other way.
All groups of curves placed next to each other rely on this principle for their beauty;69 and if the mountain peaks are to be truly beautiful, Nature needs to incorporate this element of radiant curvature somehow. At first glance, it doesn't seem easy for her to introduce—I'm not saying radiant curves, but curves at all: in the aiguilles, she actually bent their foundations; but in these slate-like crystals, it doesn't always seem practical for her to bend the foundations; and when they need to stay straight, she has to find another way to create the curvature.
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Fig. 51. |
§ 9. One way in which she gets it is curiously simple in itself, but somewhat difficult to explain, unless the reader will be at the pains of making a little model for himself out of paste or clay. Hitherto, observe, we have spoken of these crests as seen at their sides, as a Greek helmet is seen from the side of the wearer. By means presently to be examined, these mountain crests are so shaped that, seen in front, or from behind (as a helmet crest is seen in front of or behind the wearer), they present the contour of a sharp ridge, or house gable. Now if the breadth of this ridge at its base remains the same, while its height gradually diminishes from the front of it to the back (as from the top of the crest to the back of the helmet), it necessarily assumes the form of such a quaint gable roof as that shown in profile in Fig. 50, and in perspective70 in Fig. 51, in which the gable is steep at the end farthest off, but depressed at the end nearest us; and the rows of tiles, in consequence, though in reality quite straight, appear to radiate as they retire, owing to their different slopes. When a mountain crest is thus formed, and the concave curve of its front is carried into its flanks, each edge of bed assuming this concave curve, and radiating, 203 like the rows of tiles, in perspective at the same time, the whole crest is thrown into the form Fig. 52, which is that of the radiating plume required.
§ 9. One way she achieves this is surprisingly simple, but a bit tricky to explain unless the reader is willing to make a small model out of paste or clay. Up to now, we’ve discussed these crests as viewed from the side, like a Greek helmet would appear from the wearer’s profile. Through methods we will soon explore, these mountain crests are shaped so that, when viewed from the front or from behind (like a helmet crest seen head-on or from the back), they create the outline of a sharp ridge, or a house gable. If the width of this ridge at its base remains constant while its height gradually decreases from the front to the back (similar to the way a helmet crest slopes), it naturally takes on the appearance of a distinctive gable roof, as shown in profile in Fig. 50, and in perspective 70 in Fig. 51, where the gable is steep at the far end but lower at the end closest to us; as a result, the rows of tiles, though they are actually straight, seem to radiate as they recede, due to their different inclines. When a mountain crest is formed in this way, and the concave curve of its front extends into its sides, each edge of the ridge taking on this concave shape and radiating, 203 just like the rows of tiles appearing in perspective simultaneously, the entire crest is shaped into Fig. 52, which resembles the radiating plume needed.
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Fig. 52. |
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Fig. 53. |
§ 10. It often happens, however, that Nature does not choose to keep the ridge broad at the lower extremity, so as to diminish its steepness. But when this is not so, and the base is narrowed so that the slope of side shall be nearly equal everywhere, she almost always obtains her varied curvature of the plume in another way, by merely turning the crest a little round as it descends. I will not confuse the reader by examining the complicated results of such turning on the inclined lines of the strata; but he can understand, in a moment, its effect on another series of lines, those caused by rivulets of water down the sides of the crest. These lines are, of course, always, in general tendency, perpendicular. Let a, Fig. 53, be a circular funnel, painted inside with a pattern of vertical lines meeting at the bottom. Suppose these lines to represent the ravines traced by the water. Cut off a portion of the lip of the funnel, as at b, to represent the crest side. Cut the edge so as to slope down towards you, and add a slope on the other side. Then give each inner line the concave sweep, and you have your ridge c, of the required form, with radiant curvature.
§ 10. It often happens that Nature doesn't choose to keep the ridge wide at the bottom, which would reduce its steepness. But when that’s not the case, and the base is narrowed so that the slope of the sides is almost equal everywhere, she usually brings about her varied curvature of the plume in a different way, by simply curving the crest a bit as it descends. I won't complicate things by examining the intricate results of this curving on the tilted lines of the layers; however, you can quickly grasp its impact on another set of lines, those created by streams of water running down the sides of the crest. These lines are generally perpendicular in their overall direction. Let a, Fig. 53, be a circular funnel, painted inside with a pattern of vertical lines that meet at the bottom. Imagine these lines representing the ravines formed by the water. Cut off part of the lip of the funnel, as at b, to represent the crest side. Angle the edge down toward you, and add a slope on the other side. Then give each inner line a concave curve, and you have your ridge c, in the desired shape, with radiant curvature.
§ 11. A greater space of such a crest is always seen on its concave than on its convex side (the outside of the funnel); of this other perspective I shall have to speak hereafter; meantime, we had better continue the examination of the proper crest, the c of Fig. 48, in some special instance.
§ 11. A larger area of such a crest is always visible on its concave side than on its convex side (the outside of the funnel); I will discuss this other perspective later; for now, it’s better to continue examining the proper crest, the c of Fig. 48, in a specific case.
The form is obtained usually in the greatest perfection among the high ridges near the central chain, where the beds of the slaty crystallines are steep and hard. Perhaps the most interesting example I can choose for close examination will be that 204 of a mountain in Chamouni, called the Aiguille Bouchard, now familiar to the eye of every traveller, being the ridge which rises, exactly opposite the Montanvert, beyond the Mer de Glace. The structure of this crest is best seen from near the foot of the Montanvert, on the road to the source of the Arveiron, whence the top of it, a, presents itself under the outline given rudely in the opposite plate (33), in which it will be seen that, while the main energy of the mountain mass tosses itself against the central chain of Mont Blanc (which is on the right hand), it is met by a group of counter-crests, like the recoil of a broken wave cast against it from the other side; and yet, as the recoiling water has a sympathy with the under swell of the very wave against which it clashes, the whole mass writhes together in strange unity of mountain passion; so that it is almost impossible to persuade oneself, after long looking at it, that the crests have not indeed been once fused and tossed into the air by a tempest which had mastery over them, as the winds have over ocean.
The form is usually achieved in its greatest beauty among the high ridges near the central chain, where the slaty rocks are steep and solid. One of the most interesting examples I can pick for a close look is a mountain in Chamonix called the Aiguille Bouchard, which is now well-known to every traveler, as it is the ridge that rises directly opposite the Montanvert, beyond the Mer de Glace. The structure of this peak is best viewed from near the base of the Montanvert, on the path to the source of the Arveiron, where its summit, a, appears in the outline roughly shown in the opposite plate (33). Here, you'll see that while the main force of the mountain mass pushes against the central chain of Mont Blanc (which is on the right), it faces a series of counter-ridges, like the recoil of a broken wave hitting it from the other side. And just like how the water that rebounds has a connection to the undercurrents of the wave it crashes into, the entire mass seems to twist together in a strange unity of mountain emotion. It's almost impossible, after gazing at it for a while, not to feel that the peaks must have once been fused and hurled into the sky by a storm that had control over them, just as the winds do over the ocean.
§ 12. And yet, if we examine the crest structure closely, we shall find that nearly all these curvatures are obtained by Nature's skilful handling of perfectly straight beds,—only the meeting of those two waves of crest is indeed indicative of the meeting of two masses of different rocks; it marks that junction of the slaty with the compact crystallines, which has before been noticed as the principal mystery of rock structure. To this junction my attention was chiefly directed during my stay at Chamouni, as I found it was always at that point that Nature produced the loveliest mountain forms. Perhaps the time I gave to the study of it may have exaggerated its interest in my eyes; and the reader who does not care for these geological questions, except in their direct bearing upon art, may, without much harm, miss the next seven paragraphs, and go on at the twenty-first. Yet there is one point, in a Turner drawing presently to be examined, which I cannot explain without inflicting the tediousness even of these seven upon him.
§ 12. However, if we take a closer look at the structure of the crest, we’ll see that almost all these curves come from Nature’s clever manipulation of perfectly straight layers. Only where those two wave crests meet does it indicate the junction of two different types of rock; it represents the meeting point of the slate and the solid crystallines, which has previously been identified as the main mystery of rock structure. I focused a lot of my attention on this junction during my time in Chamouni because it was always at that point that Nature created the most beautiful mountain formations. Maybe the time I spent studying it made it seem more interesting to me; and for readers who aren't particularly interested in these geological topics unless they relate directly to art, it won’t be a big deal to skip the next seven paragraphs and jump to the twenty-first. Still, there is one detail in a Turner drawing that I’m about to discuss, which I can’t explain without dragging in the tediousness of these seven paragraphs.
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33. Leading Contours of Aiguille Bouchard. |
§ 13. First, then, the right of the Aiguille Bouchard to be called a crest at all depends, not on the slope from a to b, Plate 33, but on that from a to h. The slope from a to b is a perspective deception; b is much the highest point of the two. Seen 205 from the village of Chamouni, the range presents itself under the outline Fig. 54, the same points in each figure being indicated by the same letters. From the end of the valley the supremacy of the mass b c is still more notable. It is altogether with mountains as with human spirits, you never know which is greatest till they are far away.
§ 13. First, the status of the Aiguille Bouchard as a crest depends not on the slope from a to b, Plate 33, but on the slope from a to h. The slope from a to b is misleading; b is definitely the higher of the two. From the village of Chamouni, the range shows up with the outline Fig. 54, with the same points marked by the same letters in each figure. From the end of the valley, the dominance of the mass b c becomes even more clear. It's just like mountains and human spirits; you can’t tell which is the greatest until you see them from a distance.
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Fig. 54. |
§ 14. It will be observed also, that the beauty of the crest, in both Plate 33 and Fig. 54, depends on the gradually increasing steepness of the lines of slope between a and b. This is in great part deceptive, being obtained by the receding of the crest into a great mountain crater, or basin, as explained in § 11. But this very recession is a matter of interest, for it takes place exactly on the line above spoken of, where the slaty crystallines of the crest join the compact crystallines of the aiguilles; at which junction a correspondent chasm or recession, of some kind or another, takes place along the whole front of Mont Blanc.
§ 14. It can also be noted that the beauty of the peak, in both Plate 33 and Fig. 54, relies on the gradually increasing steepness of the slopes between a and b. This is largely an illusion, created by the way the crest recedes into a large mountain crater or basin, as explained in § 11. However, this very recession is noteworthy because it happens exactly where the slaty crystalline rocks of the crest meet the compact crystalline rocks of the aiguilles; at this junction, a corresponding gap or recess of some type occurs along the entire front of Mont Blanc.
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Fig. 55. |
§ 15. In the third paragraph of the last chapter we had occasion to refer to the junction of the slaty and compact crystallines at the roots of the aiguilles. It will be seen in the figure there given, that this change is not sudden, but gradated. The rocks to be joined are of the two types represented in Fig. 3, p. 106 (for convenience' sake I shall in the rest of this chapter call the slaty rock gneiss, and the compact rock protogine, its usual 206 French name). Fig. 55 shows the general manner of junction, beds of gneiss occurring in the middle of the protogine, and of protogine in the gneiss; sometimes one touching the other so closely, that a hammer-stroke breaks off a piece of both; sometimes one passing into the other by a gradual change, like the zones of a rainbow; the only general phenomenon being this, that the higher up the hill the gneiss is, the harder it is (so that while it often yields to the pressure of the finger down in the valley, on the Montanvert it is nearly as hard as protogine); and, on the other hand, the lower down the hill, or the nearer the gneiss, the protogine is, the finer it is in grain. But still the actual transition from one to the other is usually within a few fathoms; and it is that transition, and the preparation for it, which causes the great step, or jag, on the flank of the chain, and forms the tops of the Aiguille Bouchard, Charmoz ridges, Tapia, Montagne de la Côte, Montagne de Taconay, and Aiguille du Gouté.
§ 15. In the third paragraph of the last chapter, we mentioned the meeting point of the slaty and compact crystalline rocks at the base of the aiguilles. As illustrated in the figure provided, this transition doesn’t happen abruptly, but rather gradually. The rocks being joined are of the two types shown in Fig. 3, p. 106 (for convenience, I will refer to the slaty rock as gneiss and the compact rock as protogine, its common French name). Fig. 55 depicts the overall pattern of junction, with gneiss beds found in the middle of the protogine, and protogine within the gneiss; sometimes they are so closely adjacent that a hammer strike can chip off pieces of both; at other times, one transforms into the other gradually, resembling the bands of a rainbow. The only consistent observation is that the higher up the hill the gneiss is located, the harder it becomes (so that while it can often be affected by finger pressure down in the valley, on Montanvert, it is nearly as hard as protogine); conversely, the closer gneiss is to the base of the hill, or the nearer the protogine is to the gneiss, the finer its grain. However, the actual shift from one to the other typically occurs within a few fathoms; and it is this transition, along with the preparation for it, that accounts for the significant step, or jag, on the slope of the chain, forming the peaks of Aiguille Bouchard, Charmoz ridges, Tapia, Montagne de la Côte, Montagne de Taconay, and Aiguille du Gouté.
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Fig. 57. |
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Fig. 56. |
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Fig. 58. |
§ 16. But what most puzzled me was the intense straightness of the lines of the gneiss beds, dipping, as it seemed, under the Mont Blanc. For it has been a chief theory with geologists that these central protogine rocks have once been in fusion, and have risen up in molten fury, overturning and altering all the rocks 207 around. But every day, as I looked at the crested flanks of the Mont Blanc, I saw more plainly the exquisite regularity of the slopes of the beds, ruled, it seemed, with an architect's rule, along the edge of their every flake from the summits to the valley. And this surprised me the more because I had always heard it stated that the beds of the lateral crests, a and b, Fig. 56, varied in slope, getting less and less inclined as they descended, so as to arrange themselves somewhat in the form of a fan. It may be so; but I can only say that all my observations and drawings give an opposite report, and that the beds seemed invariably to present themselves to the eye and the pencil in parallelism, modified only by the phenomena just explained (§§ 9, 10). Thus the entire mass of the Aiguille Bouchard, of which only the top is represented in Plate 33, appeared to me in profile, as in Fig. 57, dependent for all its effect and character on the descent of the beds in the directions of the dotted lines, a, b, d. The interrupting space, g g, is the Glacier des Bois; M is the Montanvert; c, c, the rocks under the glacier, much 208 worn by the fall of avalanches, but, for all that, showing the steep lines still with the greatest distinctness. Again, looking down the valley instead of up, so as to put the Mont Blanc on the left hand, the principal crests which support it, Taconay and La Côte, always appeared to me constructed as in Plate 35 (p. 212), they also depending for all their effect on the descent of the beds in diagonal lines towards the left. Nay, half-way up the Breven, whence the structure of the Mont Blanc is commanded, as far as these lower buttresses are concerned, better than from the top of the Breven, I drew carefully the cleavages of the beds, as high as the edge of the Aiguille de Gouté, and found them exquisitely parallel throughout; and again on the Cormayeur side, though less steep, the beds a, b, Fig. 58, traversing the vertical irregular fissures of the great aiguille of the Allée Blanche, as seen over the Lac de Combal, still appeared to me perfectly regular and parallel.71 I have not had time to 209 trace them round, through the Aiguille de Bionassay, and above the Col de Bonhomme, though I know the relations of the beds of limestone to the gneiss on the latter col are most notable and interesting. But, as far as was required for any artistical purposes, I perfectly ascertained the fact that, whatever their real structure might be, these beds did appear, through the softer contours of the hill, as straight and parallel; that they 210 continued to appear so until near the tops of the crests; and that those tops seemed, in some mysterious way, dependent on the junction of the gneissitic beds with, or their transition into, the harder protogine of the aiguilles.
§ 16. What puzzled me the most was the intense straightness of the gneiss layers, which seemed to dip under Mont Blanc. Geologists have long theorized that these central protogine rocks were once molten and rose up in a fiery eruption, overturning and altering all the surrounding rocks. However, every day that I observed the jagged slopes of Mont Blanc, I noticed even more clearly the exquisite regularity of the layers, which appeared to be marked out with an architect's straightedge from the peaks all the way down to the valley. This surprised me even more because I had always heard that the layers of the lateral crests, a and b, Fig. 56, varied in slope, becoming less inclined as they descended, arranging themselves somewhat like a fan. It could be true; however, I can only say that all my observations and sketches tell a different story—that the layers consistently appeared to the eye and pencil as parallel, modified only by the phenomena previously explained (§§ 9, 10). Thus, the entire mass of the Aiguille Bouchard, of which only the top is shown in Plate 33, appeared to me in profile, as in Fig. 57, reliant for all its effect and character on the descent of the layers along the dotted lines, a, b, d. The gap, g g, is the Glacier des Bois; M is the Montanvert; c, c, represent the rocks beneath the glacier, heavily worn by avalanches, yet still showing the steep lines distinctly. Again, looking down the valley instead of up, with Mont Blanc on the left, the main crests supporting it, Taconay and La Côte, always appeared to me to be constructed as in Plate 35 (p. 212), depending for all their visual impact on the descent of the layers in diagonal lines towards the left. Furthermore, halfway up the Breven, where the structure of Mont Blanc can be observed more clearly regarding these lower buttresses than from the summit of the Breven, I carefully sketched the cleavages of the layers up to the edge of the Aiguille de Gouté and found them perfectly parallel throughout; and again, on the Cormayeur side, although less steep, the layers a, b, Fig. 58, crossing through the vertical irregular fissures of the great aiguille of the Allée Blanche, as viewed over the Lac de Combal, still appeared completely regular and parallel.71 I haven’t had the time to trace them around, through the Aiguille de Bionassay and above the Col de Bonhomme, although I know the relationship of the limestone layers to the gneiss on the latter col is quite remarkable and interesting. But, as far as was needed for any artistic purposes, I firmly established that, regardless of their actual structure, these layers did seem to appear, through the softer contours of the hill, as straight and parallel; that they continued to look that way until near the tops of the crests; and that those peaks seemed, in some mysterious way, reliant on the junction of the gneissitic layers with or their transition into, the harder protogine of the aiguilles.
Look back to Plate 33. The peak of the Bouchard, a, is of gneiss, and its beds run down in lines originally straight, but more or less hollowed by weathering, to the point h, where they plunge under débris. But the point b is, I believe, of protogine; and all the opposed writhing of the waves of rock to the right appears to be in consequence of the junction.
Look back to Plate 33. The top of the Bouchard, a, is made of gneiss, and its layers slope down in originally straight lines, though they've been somewhat worn away by weathering, to the point h, where they go under debris. However, point b is, I think, made of protogine; and all the twisting waves of rock to the right seem to be due to the junction.
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34. Cleavages of Aiguille Bouchard. |
§ 17. The way in which these curves are produced cannot, however, be guessed at until we examine the junction more closely. Ascending about five hundred feet above the cabin of the Montanvert, the opposite crest of the Bouchard, from a to c, Plate 33, is seen more in front, expanded into the jagged line, a to c, Plate 34, and the beds, with their fractures, are now seen clearly throughout the mass, namely:
§ 17. However, we can't really figure out how these curves are formed until we take a closer look at the junction. Climbing about five hundred feet above the Montanvert cabin, the opposite peak of the Bouchard, from a to c, Plate 33, is seen more directly, spread out into the jagged line, a to c, Plate 34, and the layers, along with their fractures, are now clearly visible throughout the mass, namely:
1st. (See references on plate). The true gneiss beds dipping down in the direction G H, the point H being the same as h in Plate 33. These are the beds so notable for their accurate straightness and parallelism.
1st. (See references on plate). The actual gneiss layers sloping down towards G H, with point H being the same as h in Plate 33. These are the layers famous for their perfect straightness and alignment.
2nd. The smooth fractures which in the middle of the etching seem to divide the column of rock into a kind of brickwork. They are very neat and sharp, running nearly at right angles with the true beds.72
2nd. The smooth fractures in the middle of the etching look like they split the column of rock into a sort of brickwork. They are very clean and precise, running almost at right angles to the actual layers.72
3rd. The curved fractures of the aiguilles (seen first under the letter b, and seeming to push outwards against the gneiss beds73) continuing through c and the spur below.
3rd. The curved fractures of the aiguilles (seen first under the letter b, and appearing to push outwards against the gneiss beds73) continuing through c and the ridge below.
4th. An irregular cleavage, something like that of starch, showing itself in broken vertical lines.
4th. An uneven splitting, similar to that of starch, appearing in broken vertical lines.
5th. Writhing lines, cut by water. These have the greatest possible influence on the aspect of the precipice: they are not merely caused by torrents, but by falls of winter snow, and stones from the glacier moraines, so that the cliff being continually worn away at the foot of it, is wrought into a great amphitheatre, of which the receding sweep continually varies the apparent steepness of the crest, as already explained. I believe in ancient times the great Glacier des Bois itself used to fill this amphitheatre, and break right up against the base of the Bouchard.
5th. Twisting lines, shaped by water. These have the biggest influence on the look of the cliff: they're not just caused by rushing water, but also by melting winter snow and rocks from the glacier's edges. As the cliff continually wears away at its base, it forms a huge amphitheater, where the curve changes the perceived steepness of the top, as already mentioned. I believe that in ancient times, the massive Glacier des Bois filled this amphitheater and reached right up against the base of the Bouchard.
6th. Curvatures worn by water over the back of the crest towards the valley, in the direction g i.
6th. Curvatures shaped by water on the back of the ridge toward the valley, in the direction g i.
7th. A tendency (which I do not understand) to form horizontal masses at the levels k and l.74
7th. A tendency (which I do not understand) to create horizontal layers at the levels k and l.74
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Fig. 61. |
§ 18. The reader may imagine what strange harmonies and changes of line must result throughout the mass of the mountain from the varied prevalence of one or other of these secret inclinations of its rocks (modified, also, as they are by perpetual deceptions of perspective), and how completely the rigidity or parallelism of any one of them is conquered by the fitful urgencies of the rest,—a sevenfold action seeming to run through every atom of crag. For the sake of clearness, I have shown in this plate merely leading lines; the next (Plate 35, opposite) will give some idea of the complete aspect of two of the principal crests on the Mont Blanc flanks, known as the Montagne de la Côte, and Montagne de Taconay, c and t in Fig. 22, at page 163. In which note, first, that the eminences marked a a, b b, c c, here, in the reference figure (61), are in each of the mountains correspondent, and indicate certain changes in the conditions of their beds at those points. I have no doubt the two mountains were once one mass, and that they have been sawn asunder by the great glacier of Taconay, which descends between them; 213 and similarly the Montagne de la Côte sawn from the Tapia by the glacier des Bossons, B B in reference figure.
§ 18. You can imagine the strange harmonies and shifts in lines that occur all over the mountain due to the varying influences of these hidden inclinations of its rocks (which are also altered by constant illusions of perspective). The rigidity or parallelism of any one rock is completely overshadowed by the unpredictable forces of the others, creating a kind of sevenfold action that seems to pulse through every bit of the crag. To keep things clear, I've only shown the leading lines in this plate; the next one (Plate 35, opposite) will give you an idea of how two of the main peaks on the Mont Blanc slopes look, known as the Montagne de la Côte and Montagne de Taconay, marked as c and t in Fig. 22, at page 163. Note that the peaks labeled a a, b b, c c here in the reference figure (61) correspond to specific changes in their foundations at those points. I believe the two mountains were once a single mass that was split apart by the large Taconay glacier flowing between them; similarly, the Montagne de la Côte was separated from the Tapia by the glacier des Bossons, B B in the reference figure.
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35. Crests of La Côte and Taconay. |
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36. Crest of La Côte. |
§ 19. Note, secondly, the general tendency in each mountain to throw itself into concave curves towards the Mont Blanc, and descend in rounded slopes to the valley; more or less interrupted by the direct manifestation of the straight beds, which are indeed, in this view of Taconay, the principal features of it. They necessarily become, however, more prominent in the outline etching than in the scene itself, because in reality the delicate cleavages are lost in distance or in mist, and the effects of light bring out the rounded forms of the larger masses; and wherever the clouds fill the hollows between, as they are apt to do, (the glaciers causing a chillness in the ravines, while the wind, blowing up the larger valleys, clears the edges of the crests,) the summits show themselves as in Plate 36, dividing, with their dark frontlets, the perpetual sweep of the glaciers and the clouds.75
§ 19. Note, secondly, the general tendency of each mountain to curve inward towards Mont Blanc, descending in smooth slopes to the valley; sometimes interrupted by the visible straight beds, which are indeed the main features in this view of Taconay. However, these lines are more evident in the outline drawing than in the actual scene, because in reality the delicate ridges get lost in the distance or in the mist, and the light emphasizes the smooth shapes of the larger masses; and wherever the clouds fill the gaps in between, as they often do, (the glaciers creating a chill in the ravines, while the wind, blowing up the larger valleys, clears the edges of the peaks,) the summits appear as in Plate 36, dividing, with their dark edges, the continuous flow of the glaciers and the clouds.75
§ 20. Of the aqueous curvatures of this crest, we shall have more to say presently; meantime let us especially observe how the providential laws of beauty, acting with reversed data, arrive at similar results in the aiguilles and crests. In the aiguilles, which are of such hard rock that the fall of snow and trickling of streams do not affect them, the inner structure is so disposed as to bring out the curvatures by the mere fracture. In the crests and lower hills, which are of softer rock, and largely influenced by external violence, the inner structure is straight, and the necessary curvatures are produced by perspective, by external modulation, and by the balancing of adverse influences of cleavage. But, as the accuracy of an artist's eye is usually shown by his perceiving the inner anatomy which regulates growth and form, and as in the aiguilles, while we watch them, we are continually discovering new curves, so in the crests, while we watch them, we are continually discovering new 214 straightnesses; and nothing more distinguishes good mountain-drawing, or mountain-seeing, from careless and inefficient mountain-drawing, than the observance of the marvellous parallelisms which exist among the beds of the crests.
§ 20. We will talk more about the water curves of this peak soon; for now, let's note how the natural laws of beauty, working with reversed data, lead to similar outcomes in the spires and peaks. In the spires, which consist of such hard rock that the snow and flowing streams don't affect them, the internal structure is arranged in a way that reveals curvatures through mere fractures. In the peaks and lower hills, which are made of softer rock and significantly influenced by external forces, the internal structure is straight, and the necessary curvatures come from perspective, external shapes, and the balancing of opposing forces of cleavage. However, just as an artist's keen eye is often shown by their ability to see the internal structure that dictates growth and form, in the spires, as we observe them, we continually uncover new curves; similarly, in the peaks, as we watch them, we continually uncover new straight lines. Nothing sets apart skilled mountain drawing or viewing from careless and ineffective mountain drawing more than recognizing the amazing parallels present in the layers of the peaks.
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Fig. 62. |
§ 21. It indeed happens, not unfrequently, that in hills composed of somewhat soft rock, the aqueous contours will so prevail over the straight cleavage as to leave nothing manifest at the first glance but sweeping lines like those of waves. Fig. 43, p. 196, is the crest of a mountain on the north of the valley of Chamouni, known, from the rapid decay and fall of its crags, as the Aiguille Pourri; and at first there indeed seems little distinction between its contours and those of the summit of a sea wave. Yet I think also, if it were a wave, we should immediately suppose the tide was running towards the right hand; and if we examined the reason for this supposition, we should perceive that along the ridge the steepest falls of crag were always on the right-hand side; indicating a tendency in them to break rather in the direction of the line a b than any other. If we go half-way down the Montanvert, and examine the left side of the crest somewhat more closely, we shall find this tendency still more definitely visible, as in Fig. 62.
§ 21. It often happens that in hills made up of somewhat soft rock, the water-carved shapes overpower the straight lines of the rock layers, making it seem at first glance like nothing more than flowing lines similar to those of waves. Fig. 43, p. 196, is the peak of a mountain north of the Chamouni valley, known for its rapid erosion and crumbling cliffs, called the Aiguille Pourri; and initially, there seems to be little difference between its outlines and those of a wave's crest. However, I believe that if it were a wave, we would immediately assume the tide was moving to the right; and if we looked into why we think this, we would notice that along the ridge, the steepest cliff faces always appear on the right side, suggesting a tendency to break more along the line a b than in any other direction. If we go halfway down the Montanvert and examine the left side of the crest more closely, we will see this tendency even more clearly, as in Fig. 62.
§ 22. But what, then, has given rise to all those coiled plungings of the crest hither and thither, yet with such strange unity of motion?
§ 22. But what, then, has caused all those coiled dives of the crest here and there, yet with such unusual unity of movement?
Yes. There is the cloud. How the top of the hill was first shaped so as to let the currents of water act upon it in so varied a way we know not, but I think that the appearance of interior force of elevation is for the most part deceptive. The series of beds would be found, if examined in section, very uniform in their arrangement, only a little harder in one place, and more delicate in another. A stream receives a slight impulse this way or that, at the top of the hill, but increases in energy and sweep as it descends, gathering into itself others from its sides, and uniting their power with its own. A single knot of quartz occurring in a flake of slate at the crest of the ridge may alter the entire destinies of the mountain form. It may turn the little rivulet of water to the right or left, and that little turn will be to the future direction of the gathering stream what the touch of a finger on the barrel of a rifle would be to the direction of the bullet. Each succeeding year increases the importance of every determined form, and arranges in masses yet more and more harmonious, the promontories shaped by the sweeping of the eternal waterfalls.
Yes. There is the cloud. We don't know how the top of the hill was initially shaped to allow the water currents to act on it in such varied ways, but I believe the appearance of internal upward force is mostly misleading. If you examined the layers in cross-section, you'd find them quite uniform in their arrangement, just a bit harder in some spots and more delicate in others. A stream gets a slight push this way or that at the top of the hill, but it gains energy and flow as it descends, picking up other streams from its sides and merging their power with its own. A single quartz knot found in a piece of slate at the ridge's peak can change the entire course of the mountain's shape. It can direct the small stream of water to the right or left, and that minor diversion will influence the future path of the flowing stream just like the touch of a finger on a rifle barrel affects the bullet's trajectory. Each passing year makes every determined shape even more significant and organizes the features shaped by the relentless flow of waterfalls into more and more harmonious forms.
§ 23. The importance of the results thus obtained by the slightest change of direction in the infant streamlets, furnishes an interesting type of the formation of human characters by habit. Every one of those notable ravines and crags is the expression, not of any sudden violence done to the mountain, but of its little habits, persisted in continually. It was created with one ruling instinct; but its destiny depended nevertheless, for effective result, on the direction of the small and all but invisible tricklings of water, in which the first shower of rain found its way down its sides. The feeblest, most insensible oozings of the drops of dew among its dust were in reality arbiters of its eternal form; commissioned, with a touch more tender than that of a child's finger,—as silent and slight as the fall of a half-checked tear on a maiden's cheek,—to fix for ever the forms of peak and precipice, and hew those leagues of lifted granite into the shapes that were to divide the earth and its kingdoms. Once the little stone evaded,—once the dim furrow traced,—and the peak was for ever invested with its majesty, the ravine for 216 ever doomed to its degradation. Thenceforward, day by day, the subtle habit gained in power; the evaded stone was left with wider basement; the chosen furrow deepened with swifter-sliding wave; repentance and arrest were alike impossible, and hour after hour saw written in larger and rockier characters upon the sky, the history of the choice that had been directed by a drop of rain, and of the balance that had been turned by a grain of sand.
§ 23. The significance of the results gained from the slightest change in the direction of infant streamlets presents an interesting example of how human characteristics are formed by habit. Each notable ravine and crag represents not a sudden force applied to the mountain, but rather its consistent little habits. It was shaped by one guiding instinct; however, its fate ultimately hinged on the direction of the small and nearly invisible trickles of water where the first rain shower made its way down its slopes. The faintest, most unnoticed seepage of dew among its dust was actually a determinant of its everlasting shape; tasked, with a touch more delicate than that of a child's finger—silent and subtle like the fall of a half-stifled tear on a maiden's cheek—to forever establish the forms of peaks and cliffs and carve those vast stretches of lifted granite into the shapes that would separate the earth and its kingdoms. Once the little stone was avoided—once the faint furrow was etched—the peak was forever graced with its grandeur, and the ravine was forever condemned to its decline. From that point on, daily, the subtle habit grew in strength; the ignored stone was left with a wider base; the chosen furrow deepened with faster-moving water; regret and halting were both impossible, and hour after hour, the history of the choice directed by a drop of rain, and the balance shifted by a grain of sand, was inscribed in larger and rockier letters upon the sky.
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Fig. 63. |
§ 24. Such are the principal laws, relating to the crested mountains, for the expression of which we are to look to art; and we shall accordingly find good and intelligent mountain-drawing distinguished from bad mountain-drawing, by an indication, first, of the artist's recognition of some great harmony among the summits, and of their tendency to throw themselves into tidal waves, closely resembling those of the sea itself; sometimes in free tossing towards the sky, but more frequently still in the form of breakers, concave and steep on one side, convex and less steep on the other; secondly, by his indication of straight beds or fractures, continually stiffening themselves through the curves in some given direction.
§ 24. These are the main laws regarding the crested mountains, which we should look to art to express; and we will find that good and insightful mountain drawings are different from poor ones by showing, first, the artist's recognition of a great harmony among the peaks, and their tendency to resemble tidal waves like those of the sea itself; sometimes soaring freely towards the sky, but more often taking the shape of breakers, steep and concave on one side, and smoother and less steep on the other; secondly, by his depiction of straight layers or fractures that continually become more rigid through the curves in a specific direction.
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Fig. 64. |
§ 25. Fig. 63 is a facsimile of a piece of the background in Albert Durer's woodcut of the binding of the great Dragon in the Apocalypse. It is one of his most careless and rudest pieces of drawing; yet, observe in it how notably the impulse of the breaking wave is indicated; and note farther, how different a thing good drawing may be from delicate drawing on the one hand, and how different it must be from ignorant drawing on the other. Woodcutting, in Durer's days, had reached no delicacy capable of expressing subtle detail or aerial perspective. But all the subtlety and aerial perspective of modern days are 218 useless, and even barbarous, if they fail in the expression of the essential mountain facts.
§ 25. Fig. 63 is a replica of a portion of the background in Albert Durer's woodcut depicting the binding of the great Dragon in the Apocalypse. It's one of his sloppier and roughest pieces of art; however, notice how effectively the force of the breaking wave is shown. Also, take note of how different good drawing can be from delicate drawing on one side, and how it must be different from poorly executed drawing on the other. During Durer's time, woodcutting lacked the finesse to capture fine details or aerial perspective. But all the subtlety and aerial perspective of today are pointless, and even crude, if they don't convey the basic realities of the mountains. 218
§ 26. It will be noticed, however, that in this example of Durer's, the recognition of straightness of line does not exist, and that for this reason the hills look soft and earthy, not rocky.
§ 26. It will be noticed, however, that in this example of Durer's, the recognition of straightness of line does not exist, and that for this reason the hills look soft and earthy, not rocky.
So, also, in the next example, Fig. 64, the crest in the middle distance is exceedingly fine in its expression of mountain force; the two ridges of it being thrown up like the two edges of a return wave that has just been beaten back from a rock. It is still, however, somewhat wanting in the expression of straightness, and therefore slightly unnatural. It was not people's way in the Middle Ages to look at mountains carefully enough to discover the most subtle elements of their structure. Yet in the next example, Fig. 65, the parallelism and rigidity are definitely indicated, the crest outline being, however, less definite.
So, in the next example, Fig. 64, the peak in the distance is incredibly well expressed in its representation of mountain strength; the two ridges rise up like the edges of a wave that has just been pushed back from a rock. However, it still lacks a certain straightness, making it feel slightly unnatural. People in the Middle Ages didn't tend to examine mountains closely enough to notice the most subtle details of their structure. Yet in the next example, Fig. 65, the parallelism and rigidity are clearly shown, although the outline of the peak is less distinct.
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Fig. 65. |
Note, also (in passing), the entire equality of the lines in all these examples, whether turned to dark or light. All good outline drawing, as noticed in the chapter on finish, agrees in this character.
Note, also (in passing), the complete equality of the lines in all these examples, whether they are dark or light. All good outline drawing, as mentioned in the chapter on finish, shares this quality.
§ 27. The next figure (66) is interesting because it furnishes one of the few instances in which Titian definitely took a suggestion from the Alps, as he saw them from his house at Venice. It is from an old print of a shepherd with a flock of sheep by the sea-side, in which he has introduced a sea distance, with the Venetian church of St. Helena, some subordinate buildings resembling those of Murano, and this piece of cloud and mountain. The peak represented is one of the greater Tyrolese Alps, 219 which shows itself from Venice behind an opening in the chain, and is their culminating point. In reality the mass is of the shape given in Fig. 67. Titian has modified it into an energetic crest, showing his feeling for the form, but I have no doubt that the woodcut reverses Titian's original work (whatever it was), and that he gave the crest the true inclination to the right, or east, which it has in nature.
§ 27. The next figure (66) is interesting because it provides one of the few examples where Titian clearly drew inspiration from the Alps, as he viewed them from his home in Venice. It comes from an old print of a shepherd with a flock of sheep by the seaside, in which he added a view of the sea, featuring the Venetian church of St. Helena, some smaller buildings resembling those in Murano, and this piece of cloud and mountain. The peak depicted is one of the larger Tyrolean Alps, which can be seen from Venice through an opening in the mountain range, and is its highest point. In reality, the shape is consistent with what is shown in Fig. 67. Titian has transformed it into a dynamic crest, demonstrating his understanding of the form, but I have no doubt that the woodcut reverses Titian's original work (whatever that might have been), and that he oriented the crest to the true inclination to the right, or east, which it has in nature.
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Fig. 66. |
§ 28. Now, it not unfrequently happens that in Claude's distances he introduces actual outlines of Capri, Ischia, Monte St. Angelo, the Alban Mount, and other chains about Rome and Naples, more or less faithfully copied from nature. When he 220 does so, confining himself to mere outline, the grey contours seen against the distance are often satisfactory enough; but as soon as he brings one of them nearer, so as to require any drawing within its mass, it is quite curious to see the state of paralysis into which he is thrown for want of any perception of the mountain anatomy. Fig. 68 is one of the largest hills I can find in the Liber Veritatis (No. 86), and it will be seen that there are only a few lines inserted towards the edges, drawn in the direction of the sides of the heap, or cone, wholly without consciousness of any interior structure.
§ 28. It often happens that in Claude's landscapes he includes actual outlines of Capri, Ischia, Monte St. Angelo, the Alban Mount, and other mountain ranges near Rome and Naples, copied from nature with varying degrees of accuracy. When he sticks to just the outlines, the grey shapes against the background can be quite satisfying; however, as soon as he brings one of them closer and needs to draw within its mass, it's quite interesting to see how he becomes paralyzed due to his lack of understanding of the mountain's structure. Fig. 68 is one of the largest hills I can find in the Liber Veritatis (No. 86), and you can see that there are only a few lines added near the edges, following the contours of the hill or cone, completely unaware of any internal structure.
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Fig. 67. |
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Fig. 68. |
§ 29. I put below it, outlined also in the rudest way (for as I take the shade away from the Liber Veritatis, I am bound also to take it away from Turner), Fig. 69, a bit of the crags in the drawing of Loch Coriskin, partly described already in § 5 of the chapter on the Inferior Mountains in Vol. I. The crest form is, indeed, here accidentally prominent, and developed to 221 a degree rare even with Turner; but note, besides this, the way in which Turner leans on the centre and body of the hill, not on its edge; marking its strata stone by stone, just as a good figure painter, drawing a limb, marks the fall and rise of the joint, letting the outline sink back softened; and compare the exactly opposite method of Claude, holding for life to his outline, as a Greek navigator holds to the shore.76
§ 29. Below, I’ve included a rough outline (since I’m removing the shade from the Liber Veritatis, I also have to do it for Turner), Fig. 69, a section of the crags in the drawing of Loch Coriskin, which I partly described already in § 5 of the chapter on the Inferior Mountains in Vol. I. The crest form here is, indeed, accidentally prominent and developed to a degree that’s rare even for Turner; but besides this, note how Turner relies on the center and body of the hill, not on its edge; he marks its layers stone by stone, just like a skilled figure painter, drawing a limb, shows the rise and fall of the joint while letting the outline soften in the background; and compare this with Claude's completely opposite approach, who clings to his outline like a Greek navigator holding on to the shore.76
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Fig. 69. |
§ 30. Lest, however, it should be thought that I have unfairly chosen my examples, let me take an instance at once less singular and more elaborate.
§ 30. However, to avoid the impression that I've picked my examples unfairly, let me provide an example that is both less unique and more detailed.
We saw in our account of Turnerian topography, Chap. II., § 14, that it had been necessary for the painter, in his modification of the view in the ravine of Faïdo, to introduce a passage from among the higher peaks; which, being thus intended expressly to convey the general impression of their character, must sufficiently illustrate what Turner felt that character to be. Observe: it could not be taken from the great central aiguilles, for none such exist at all near Faïdo; it could only be an expression of what Turner considered the noblest attributes of the hills next to these in elevation,—that is to say, those which we are now examining.
We saw in our discussion of Turnerian topography, Chap. II., § 14, that the painter needed to add a passage from the higher peaks while modifying the view in the ravine of Faïdo; this was specifically meant to express the overall impression of their character, which should demonstrate what Turner thought that character was. Note: it couldn't be taken from the great central aiguilles, since there are none close to Faïdo; it could only reflect what Turner believed were the most impressive qualities of the hills just below those in height—namely, the ones we are examining now.
I have etched the portion of the picture which includes this passage, on page 221, on its own scale, including the whole couloir above the gallery, and the gallery itself, with the rocks beside it.77 And now, if the reader will look back to Plate 20, which is the outline of the real scene, he will have a perfect example, in comparing the two, of the operation of invention of the highest order on a given subject. I should recommend him to put a piece of tracing paper over the etching, Plate 37, and with his pen to follow some of the lines of it as carefully as he can, until he feels their complexity, and the redundance of the imaginative power which amplified the simple theme, furnished by the natural scene, with such detail; and then let him observe what great mountain laws Turner has been striving to express in all these additions.
I have outlined the section of the image that includes this passage, on page 221, on its own scale, showing the entire corridor above the gallery, as well as the gallery itself and the rocks beside it.77 Now, if the reader looks back to Plate 20, which is the outline of the real scene, they will have a clear example, by comparing the two, of the creative process at its highest level on a specific subject. I recommend placing a piece of tracing paper over the etching, Plate 37, and using a pen to carefully trace some of the lines until they grasp their complexity and the excess of imaginative power that enhanced the simple theme provided by the natural scene with such detail; then, let them notice the significant mountain principles that Turner has been trying to convey in all these additions.
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37. Crests of the Slaty Crystallines. |
§ 31. The cleavages which govern the whole are precisely the same as those of the Aiguille Bouchard, only wrought into grander combinations. That the reader may the better distinguish them, I give the leading lines coarsely for reference in Fig. 70, opposite. The cleavages and lines of force are the following.
§ 31. The cleavages that control the whole are exactly the same as those of the Aiguille Bouchard, only formed into larger combinations. To help the reader identify them more easily, I provide the main lines roughly for reference in Fig. 70, across from this. The cleavages and lines of force are as follows.
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Fig. 70. |
1. A B and associated lines a b, a b, &c., over the whole plate. True beds or cleavage beds (g h in Aiguille Bouchard, Plate 34); here, observe, closing in retiring perspective with exquisite subtlety, and giving the great unity of radiation to the whole mass.
1. A B and associated lines a b, a b, etc., across the entire plate. Real beds or cleavage beds (g h in Aiguille Bouchard, Plate 34); notice how they converge in a diminishing perspective with remarkable delicacy, creating a cohesive radiance throughout the entire mass.
2. D E and associated lines d e, d e, over all the plate. Cross cleavage, the second in Aiguille Bouchard; straight and sharp. Forming here the series of crests at B and D.
2. D E and the related lines d e, d e, across the entire plate. Cross cleavage, the second in Aiguille Bouchard; straight and sharp. Creating the series of peaks at B and D.
3. r s, r s. Counter-crests, closely corresponding to counter-fracture, the third in Aiguille Bouchard.
3. r s, r s. Counter-crests, closely related to counter-fracture, the third in Aiguille Bouchard.
4. m n, m n, &c., over the whole. Writhing aqueous lines falling gradually into the cleavages. Fifth group in Aiguille Bouchard. The starchy cleavage is not seen here, it being not generally characteristic of the crests, and present in the Bouchard only accidentally.
4. m n, m n, &c., over the entire area. Curving water-like lines gradually descending into the fissures. Fifth group in Aiguille Bouchard. The starchy cleavage isn’t visible here, as it isn’t typically characteristic of the peaks, and it only appears in the Bouchard by chance.
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Fig. 71. |
5. x x x. Sinuous lines worn by the water, indicative of some softness or flaws in the rock; these probably the occasion or consequence of the formation of the great precipice or brow on the right. We shall have more to say of them in Chap. XVII.
5. x x x. Curved lines shaped by the water, showing some softness or imperfections in the rock; these likely contributed to or resulted from the formation of the large cliff or edge on the right. We'll discuss them further in Chap. XVII.
6. g f, g f, &c. Broad aqueous or glacial curvatures. The sixth group in Aiguille Bouchard.
6. g f, g f, &c. Wide water-like or icy shapes. The sixth group in Aiguille Bouchard.
7. k l, k l. Concave curves wrought by the descending avalanche; peculiar, of course, to this spot.
7. k l, k l. Curved indentations created by the falling avalanche; unique, of course, to this place.
8. i h, i h. Secondary convex curves, glacial or aqueous, corresponding to g f, but wrought into the minor secondary ravine. This secondary ravine is associated with the opponent aiguillesque masses r s; and the cause of the break or gap between these and the crests B D is indicated by the elbow or joint of nearer rock, M, where the distortion of the beds or change in their nature first takes place. Turner's idea of the structure of the whole mass has evidently been that in section it was as in Fig. 71, snapped asunder by elevation, with a nucleus at M, which, allowing for perspective, is precisely on the line of the 225 chasm running in the direction of the arrow; but he gives more of the curved aiguillesque fracture to these upper crests, which are greater in elevation (and we saw, sometime ago, that the higher the rock the harder). And that nucleus of change at M, the hinge, as it were, on which all these promontories of upper crest revolve, is the first or nearest of the evaded stones, which have determined the course of streams and nod of cliffs throughout the chain.
8. i h, i h. Secondary convex curves, whether glacial or water-related, that correspond to g f, but shaped into the smaller secondary ravine. This smaller ravine is linked to the opposing sharp peaks r s; and the reason for the break or gap between these and the ridges B D is shown by the bend or joint of the closer rock, M, where the distortion of the layers or change in their type first occurs. Turner's understanding of the structure of the entire mass seems to have been that in cross-section it was like in Fig. 71, split apart by elevation, with a core at M, which, considering perspective, is exactly on the line of the 225 chasm running in the direction of the arrow; but he assigns more of the curved sharp-edged fracture to these upper ridges, which are higher (and we noted earlier that the taller the rock, the tougher it is). And that core of change at M, the pivot on which all these projections of the upper ridge rotate, is the first or closest of the avoided stones, which have influenced the path of streams and the angle of cliffs throughout the range.
§ 32. I can well believe that the reader will doubt the possibility of all this being intended by Turner: and intended, in the ordinary sense, it was not. It was simply seen and instinctively painted, according to the command of the imaginative dream, as the true Griffin was, and as all noble things are. But if the reader fancies that the apparent truth came by mere chance, or that I am imagining purpose and arrangement where they do not exist, let him be once for all assured that no man goes through the kind of work which, by this time, he must be beginning to perceive I have gone through, either for the sake of deceiving others, or with any great likelihood of deceiving himself. He who desires to deceive the picture-purchasing public may do so cheaply; and it is easy to bring almost any kind of art into notice without climbing Alps or measuring cleavages. But any one, on the other hand, who desires to ascertain facts, and will refer all art directly to nature for many laborious years, will not at last find himself an easy prey to groundless enthusiasms, or erroneous fancies. Foolish people are fond of repeating a story which has gone the full round of the artistical world,—that Turner, some day, somewhere, said to somebody (time, place, or person never being ascertainable), that I discovered in his pictures things which he did himself not know were there. Turner was not a person apt to say things of this kind; being generally, respecting all the movements of his own mind, as silent as a granite crest; and if he ever did say it, was probably laughing at the person to whom he was speaking. But he might have said it in the most perfect sincerity; nay, I am quite sure that, to a certain extent, the case really was as he is reported to have declared, and that he neither was aware of the value of the 226 truths he had seized nor understood the nature of the instinct that combined them. And yet the truth was assuredly apprehended, and the instinct assuredly present and imperative; and any artists who try to imitate the smallest portion of his work will find that no happy chances will, for them, gather together the resemblances of fact, nor, for them, mimic the majesty of invention.78
§ 32. I can totally understand why the reader might doubt that Turner intended all of this: and in the usual sense, he didn’t. He simply saw it and painted it instinctively, guided by the imaginative dream, just like the true Griffin and all great things. But if the reader thinks that the apparent truth came about by mere chance, or that I'm just imagining purpose and organization where they don't exist, let it be clear that no one goes through the kind of work that, by now, he must be starting to realize I have done, either to mislead others or with much chance of misleading himself. Anyone who wants to fool the art-buying public can do so easily; it’s simple to get almost any type of art noticed without having to climb mountains or measure valleys. But anyone who genuinely wants to find out facts and dedicates many years of hard work to relate all art directly to nature won't end up as an easy target for baseless enthusiasm or mistaken ideas. Silly people often like to repeat a story that's been circulated in the art world—that Turner, at some time, in some place, told someone (the time, place, or person is never clearly identified) that I discovered things in his paintings that he himself didn’t even realize were there. Turner wasn’t the type to say things like that; he was typically as silent about the inner workings of his mind as a granite peak; and if he ever did say it, he was probably joking with the person he was talking to. But he might have said it completely sincerely; in fact, I’m quite sure that, to some extent, it really was as he is said to have claimed, and that he wasn’t aware of the value of the truths he had captured nor understood the nature of the instinct that brought them together. Still, the truth was surely recognized, and the instinct was definitely there and urgent; and any artists who try to imitate even the smallest part of his work will find that no lucky accidents will bring together the resemblances of fact, nor will they replicate the greatness of his imagination.78
§ 33. No happy chance—nay, no happy thought—no perfect knowledge—will ever take the place of that mighty unconsciousness. I have often had to repeat that Turner, in the ordinary sense of the words, neither knew nor thought so much as other men. Whenever his perception failed—that is to say, with respect to scientific truths which produce no results palpable to the eye—he fell into the frankest errors. For instance, in such a thing as the relation of position between a rainbow and the sun, there is not any definitely visible connection between them; it needs attention and calculation to discover that the centre of the rainbow is the shadow of the spectator's head.79 And attention or calculation of this abstract kind Turner appears to have been utterly incapable of; but if he drew a piece of drapery, in which every line of the folds has a visible relation to the points of suspension, not a merely calculable one, this relation he will see to the last thread; and thus he traces the order of the mountain crests to their last stone, not because 227 he knows anything of geology, but because he instinctively seizes the last and finest traces of any visible law.
§ 33. No stroke of luck—no great idea—no complete understanding—can ever replace that incredible unawareness. I've often had to emphasize that Turner, in the usual sense of the words, neither knew nor thought as much as other people. Whenever his perception faltered—meaning, concerning scientific truths that don't produce visible results—he made the most straightforward mistakes. For example, when it comes to the position of a rainbow and the sun, there isn't any clear visible link between them; it takes focus and calculation to realize that the center of the rainbow is the shadow of the observer's head.79 And this kind of abstract focus or calculation seems to be something Turner completely lacked; however, if he drew a piece of fabric, where every line of the folds has a visible relationship to where it hangs, not just a calculable one, he will notice that relationship down to the last thread. Thus, he outlines the order of the mountain peaks to their final stone, not because he knows anything about geology, but because he instinctively grasps the last and subtlest hints of any visible rule.
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Fig. 72. |
§ 34. He was, however, especially obedient to these laws of the crests, because he heartily loved them. We saw in the early part of this chapter how the crest outlines harmonized with nearly every other beautiful form of natural objects, especially in the continuity of their external curves. This continuity was so grateful to Turner's heart that he would often go great lengths to serve it. For instance, in one of his drawings of the town of Lucerne he has first outlined the Mont Pilate in pencil, with a central peak, as indicated by the dotted line in Fig. 72. This is nearly true to the local fact; but being inconsistent with the general look of crests, and contrary to Turner's instincts, he strikes off the refractory summit, and, leaving his pencil outline still in the sky, touches with color only the contour shown by the continuous line in the figure, thus treating it just as we saw Titian did the great Alp of the Tyrol. He probably, however, would not have done this with so important a feature of the scene as the Mont Pilate, had not the continuous line been absolutely necessary to his composition, in order to oppose the peaked towers of the town, which were his principal subject; the form of the Pilate being seen only as a rosy shadow in the far off sky. We cannot, however, yet estimate the importance, in his mind, of this continuity of descending curve, until we come to the examination of the lower hill flanks, hitherto having been concerned only with their rocky summits; and before we leave those summits, or rather the harder rocks which compose them, there is yet another condition of those rocks to be examined; and that the condition which is commonly the most interesting, namely, the Precipice. To this inquiry, however, we had better devote a separate chapter.
§ 34. He was especially obedient to these rules about crests because he genuinely loved them. As we saw earlier in this chapter, the outlines of the crests blended beautifully with almost every other natural shape, particularly in the smoothness of their external curves. This flow was so pleasing to Turner's heart that he often went to great lengths to maintain it. For example, in one of his drawings of the town of Lucerne, he first sketched Mont Pilate in pencil, with a central peak, as shown by the dotted line in Fig. 72. This is quite close to reality, but since it didn't match the overall look of the crests and contradicted Turner's instincts, he removed the stubborn peak and left the pencil outline still in the sky, coloring only the contour represented by the continuous line in the figure, treating it similarly to how Titian portrayed the great Alps of the Tyrol. However, he probably wouldn't have done this with such an important aspect of the scene as Mont Pilate, unless the continuous line was absolutely necessary for his composition to contrast with the pointed towers of the town, which were his main subject; the shape of Pilate being seen only as a rosy shadow in the distant sky. We still can't fully assess the importance of this continuous downward curve in his mind until we examine the lower hill flanks, having focused only on the rocky summits so far; and before leaving those summits, or rather the tougher rocks that form them, there's one more aspect of these rocks to consider: the Precipice. We should dedicate a separate chapter to this inquiry.
66 So called from the mouldering nature of its rocks. They are slaty crystallines, but unusually fragile.
66 Named for the decaying quality of its rocks. They are slate-like crystals, but quite fragile.
67 The materials removed from the slope are spread over the plain or valley below. A nearly equal quantity is supposed to be removed from the other side; but besides this removed mass, the materials crumble heavily from above, and form the concave curve.
67 The materials taken from the slope are spread out over the flat area or valley below. It's assumed that a similar amount is taken from the other side; however, in addition to this removed mass, the materials break down significantly from above, creating the concave curve.
68 The lines are a little too straight in their continuations, the engraver having cut some of the curvature out of their thickness, thinking I had drawn them too coarsely. But I have chosen this coarsely lined example, and others like it, following, because I wish to accustom the reader to distinguish between the mere fineness of instrument in the artist's hand, and the precision of the line he draws. Give Titian a blunt pen, and still Titian's line will be a noble one: a tyro, with a pen well mended, may draw more neatly; but his lines ought to be discerned from Titian's, if we understand drawing. Every line in this woodcut of Durer's is refined; and that in the noblest sense. Whether broad or fine does not matter, the lines are right; and the most delicate false line is evermore to be despised, in presence of the coarsest faithful one.
68 The lines are a bit too straight in their extensions; the engraver removed some curvature from their thickness, thinking I had drawn them too roughly. But I chose this rough-lined example, and others like it, because I want to help the reader learn to differentiate between the simple fineness of the tools in the artist's hand and the accuracy of the lines they create. Give Titian a blunt pen, and his line will still be exceptional: a beginner, with a well-sharpened pen, might draw more precisely, but his lines should be distinguishable from Titian's if we truly understand drawing. Every line in this woodcut by Dürer is refined; and I mean that in the highest sense. Whether a line is thick or thin doesn't matter; the lines are correct; and even the most delicate mistake is always to be looked down upon in the presence of the coarsest faithful line.
69 Not absolutely on the meeting of the curves in one point, but on their radiating with some harmonious succession of difference in direction. The difference between lines which are in true harmony of radiation, and lines which are not, can, in complicated masses, only be detected by a trained eye; yet it is often the chief difference between good and bad drawing. A cluster of six or seven black plumes forming the wing of one of the cherubs in Titian's Assumption, at Venice, has a freedom and force about it in the painting which no copyist or engraver has ever yet rendered, though it depends merely on the subtlety of the curves, not on the color.
69 It's not just about the curves meeting at one single point, but rather how they radiate with a pleasing flow of differing directions. The distinction between lines that truly harmonize in their radiation and those that don’t can only be recognized by a trained eye in complex shapes; yet this often becomes the key difference between good and bad drawing. For instance, a bunch of six or seven black feathers making up the wing of one of the cherubs in Titian's Assumption in Venice has a sense of freedom and strength in the painting that no copyist or engraver has ever been able to replicate, even though it relies purely on the subtlety of the curves, not on color.
70 "Out of perspective," I should have said: but it will show what I mean.
70 "Out of perspective," I should have said: but it will show what I mean.
71 Nor did any nearer observations ever induce me to form any contrary opinion. It is not easy to get any consistent series of measurements of the slope of these gneiss beds; for, although parallel on the great scale, they admit many varieties of dip in minor projections. But all my notes unite, whether at the bottom or top of the great slope of the Montanvert and La Côte, in giving an angle of from 60° to 80° with the horizon; the consistent angle being about 75°. I cannot be mistaken in the measurements themselves, however inconclusive observations on minor portions of rock may be; for I never mark an angle unless enough of the upper or lower surface of the beds be smoothly exposed to admit of my pole being adjusted to it by the spirit-level. The pole then indicates the strike of the beds, and a quadrant with a plumb-line their dip; to all intents and purposes accurately. There is a curious distortion of the beds in the ravine between the Glacier des Bois and foot of the Montanvert, near the ice, about a thousand feet above the valley; the beds there seem to bend suddenly back under the glacier, and in some places to be quite vertical. On the opposite side of the glacier, below the Chapeau, the dip of the limestone under the gneiss, with the intermediate bed, seven or eight feet thick, of the grey porous rock which the French call cargneule, is highly interesting; but it is so concealed by débris and the soil of the pine forests, as to be difficult to examine to any extent. On the whole, the best position for getting the angle of the beds accurately, is the top of the Tapia, a little below the junction there of the granite and gneiss (see notice of this junction in Appendix 2); a point from which the summit of the Aiguille du Gouté bears 11° south of west, and that of the Aiguille Bouchard 17° north of east, the Aiguille Dru 5-½° or 6° north of east, the peak of it appearing behind the Petit Charmoz. The beds of gneiss emerging from the turf under the spectator's feet may be brought parallel by the eye with the slopes of the Aiguille du Gouté on one side, and the Bouchard (and base of Aiguille d'Argentière) on the other; striking as nearly as possible from summit to summit through that on which the spectator stands, or from about 10° north of east to 10° south of west, and dipping with exquisite uniformity at an angle of 74 degrees with the horizon. But what struck me as still more strange was, that from this point I could distinctly see traces of the same straight structure running through the Petit Charmoz, and the roots of the aiguilles themselves, as in Fig. 59; nor could I ever, in the course of countless observations, fairly determine any point where this slaty structure altogether had ceased. It seemed only to get less and less traceable towards the centre of the mass of Mont Blanc; and, from the ridge of the Aiguille Bouchard itself, at the point a in Plate 33, whence, looking south-west, the aiguilles can be seen in the most accurate profile obtainable throughout the valley of Chamouni, I noticed a very singular parallelism even on the south-east side of the Charmoz, x y (Fig. 60), as if the continued influence of this cleavage were carried on from the Little Charmoz, c, d (in which, seen on the opposite side, I had traced it as in Fig. 59), through the central mass of rock r. In this profile, M is the Mont Blanc itself; m, the Aiguille du Midi; P, Aiguille du Plan; b, Aiguille Blaitière; C, Great Charmoz; c, Petit Charmoz; E, passage called de l'Etala.
71 None of my closer observations ever led me to change my opinion. It’s not easy to obtain a consistent series of measurements for the slope of these gneiss beds; although they are parallel on a large scale, they show various dips in smaller projections. However, all my notes, whether taken at the bottom or top of the great slope of the Montanvert and La Côte, indicate an angle between 60° and 80° with the horizon, with a consistent angle of about 75°. I can't be wrong about the measurements themselves, no matter how inconclusive my observations on smaller rock sections may be; I never mark an angle unless enough of the upper or lower surface of the beds is smoothly exposed to allow my pole to be adjusted to it using a spirit level. The pole then shows the strike of the beds, and a quadrant with a plumb line indicates their dip; this is as accurate as possible. There’s a curious distortion of the beds in the ravine between the Glacier des Bois and the foot of the Montanvert, near the ice, about a thousand feet above the valley; the beds there seem to suddenly bend back under the glacier, and in some spots, they appear almost vertical. On the opposite side of the glacier, below the Chapeau, the dip of the limestone under the gneiss, along with the intermediate bed, which is seven or eight feet thick and consists of the grey porous rock known in French as cargneule, is particularly interesting; however, it’s so covered by debris and the soil of the pine forests that it’s hard to examine in detail. Overall, the best spot for accurately measuring the angle of the beds is the top of the Tapia, just below where the granite and gneiss meet (see notice of this junction in Appendix 2); from here, the summit of the Aiguille du Gouté is 11° south of west, while the summit of the Aiguille Bouchard is 17° north of east, and the Aiguille Dru is 5-½° or 6° north of east, with its peak appearing behind the Petit Charmoz. The gneiss beds emerging from the ground beneath the viewer’s feet can be visually aligned with the slopes of the Aiguille du Gouté on one side and the Bouchard (and base of Aiguille d'Argentière) on the other; striking nearly straight from summit to summit through the point where the viewer stands, or from about 10° north of east to 10° south of west, dipping uniformly at an angle of 74 degrees with the horizon. What I found even stranger was that from this point, I could clearly see evidence of the same straight structure running through the Petit Charmoz and the roots of the aiguilles themselves, as in Fig. 59; and in my numerous observations, I could never definitively identify any point where this slaty structure completely ended. It appeared to become less and less noticeable towards the center of the Mont Blanc mass; and from the ridge of the Aiguille Bouchard itself, at point a in Plate 33, where, looking southwest, the aiguilles can be seen in the most accurate profile across the Chamouni valley, I observed a very peculiar parallelism even on the southeast side of the Charmoz, x y (Fig. 60), as though the persistent influence of this cleavage continued from the Little Charmoz, c, d (where I had traced it on the opposite side as in Fig. 59), through the central mass of rock r. In this profile, M is Mont Blanc itself; m is Aiguille du Midi; P is Aiguille du Plan; b is Aiguille Blaitière; C is Great Charmoz; c is Petit Charmoz; E is the passage called de l'Etala.
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Fig. 59. |
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Fig. 60. |
72 Many geologists think they are the true beds. They run across the gneissitic folia, and I hold with De Saussure, and consider them a cleavage.
72 Many geologists believe they are the actual layers. They encounter the gneissic folia, and I agree with De Saussure and see them as a cleavage.
73 I tried in vain to get along the ridge of the Bouchard to this junction, the edge of the precipice between a and b (Plate 33) being too broken; but the point corresponds so closely to that of the junction of the gneiss and protogine on the Charmoz ridge, that, adding the evidence of the distant contour, I have no doubt as to the general relations of the rocks.
73 I tried unsuccessfully to move along the ridge of the Bouchard to this junction, the edge of the cliff between a and b (Plate 33) being too rough; however, the point matches so closely with the junction of the gneiss and protogine on the Charmoz ridge that, considering the evidence from the distant outline, I have no doubts about the general relationships of the rocks.
74 De Saussure often refers to these as "assaissements." They occur, here and there, in the aiguilles themselves.
74 De Saussure often calls these "settlements." They appear, here and there, in the needles themselves.
75 The aqueous curves and roundings on the nearer crest (La Côte) are peculiarly tender, because the gneiss of which it is composed is softer in grain than that of the Bouchard, and remains so even to the very top of the peak, a, in Fig. 61, where I found it mixed with a yellowish and somewhat sandy quartz rock, and generally much less protogenic than is usual at such elevations on other parts of the chain.
75 The water-shaped curves and smooth contours on the closer ridge (La Côte) feel particularly gentle, because the gneiss that makes it up is finer in texture than that of the Bouchard, and it stays that way all the way to the peak, a, in Fig. 61, where I discovered it blended with a yellowish and slightly sandy quartz rock, and overall much less primordial than is common at such heights in other areas of the range.
76 It is worth while noting here, in comparing Fig. 66 and Fig. 68, how entirely our judgment of some kinds of art depends upon knowledge, not on feeling. Any person unacquainted with hills would think Claude's right and Titian's ridiculous: but, after inquiring a little farther into the matter, we find Titian's a careless and intense expression of true knowledge, and Claude's a slow and plausible expression of total ignorance.
76 It's important to point out here, when comparing Fig. 66 and Fig. 68, how much our judgment of certain types of art relies on knowledge rather than emotion. Someone who doesn't know much about hills would likely see Claude's work as better and Titian's as silly. However, after looking into it a bit more, we realize that Titian's work is a passionate and intense reflection of genuine understanding, while Claude's work is a gradual and convincing display of complete ignorance.
77 This etching, like that of the Bolton rocks, is prepared for future mezzo-tint, and looks harsh in its present state; but will mark all the more clearly several points of structure in question. The diamond-shaped rock, however, (M, in the reference figure,) is not so conspicuous here as it will be when the plate is finished, being relieved in light from the mass behind, as also the faint distant crests in dark from the sky.
77 This etching, similar to the one of the Bolton rocks, is set up for future mezzo-tint and appears rough in its current state; however, it will highlight several structural features more clearly. The diamond-shaped rock, though, (M, in the reference figure,) isn't as noticeable here as it will be once the plate is completed, being lit from the mass behind it, along with the faint distant peaks seen dark against the sky.
78 An anecdote is related, more to our present purpose, and better authenticated, inasmuch as the name of the artist to whom Turner was speaking at the time is commonly stated, though I do not give it here, not having asked his permission. The story runs that this artist (one of our leading landscape painters) was complaining to Turner that, after going to Domo d'Ossola, to find the site of a particular view which had struck him several years before, he had entirely failed in doing so; "it looked different when he went back again." "What," replied Turner, "do you not know yet, at your age, that you ought to paint your impressions?"
78 There’s a story that’s relevant to our discussion and is well-documented, as the name of the artist Turner was speaking to is usually mentioned, though I won’t share it here since I didn’t get his permission. The story goes that this artist (one of our top landscape painters) was telling Turner he had gone to Domo d'Ossola to find the spot of a particular view that had inspired him years earlier, but he completely missed it; "it looked different when he returned." "What," Turner replied, "don’t you know yet, at your age, that you should paint your impressions?"
79 So, in the exact length or shape of shadows in general, he will often be found quite inaccurate; because the irregularity caused in shadows by the shape of what they fall on, as well as what they fall from, renders the law of connection untraceable by the eye or the instinct. The chief visible thing about a shadow is, that it is always of some form which nobody would have thought of; and this visible principle Turner always seizes, sometimes wrongly in calculated fact, but always so rightly as to give more the look of a real shadow than any one else.
79 So, when it comes to the exact length or shape of shadows in general, he can often be pretty inaccurate; because the irregularities in shadows caused by the shapes of what they fall on, as well as what they fall from, make the connections impossible to track by the eye or instinct. The main visible feature of a shadow is that it always takes on some form that no one would expect; and this visible principle is something Turner always captures, sometimes inaccurately in calculated fact, but always in a way that makes it look more like a real shadow than anyone else.
CHAPTER XVI
RESULTING FORMS:—THIRDLY, PRECIPICES.
§ 1. The reader was, perhaps, surprised by the smallness of the number to which our foregoing analysis reduced Alpine summits bearing an ascertainedly peaked or pyramidal form. He might not be less so if I were to number the very few occasions on which I have seen a true precipice of any considerable height. I mean by a true precipice, one by which a plumb-line will swing clear, or without touching the face of it, if suspended from a point a foot or two beyond the brow. Not only are perfect precipices of this kind very rare, but even imperfect precipices, which often produce upon the eye as majestic an impression as if they were vertical, are nearly always curiously low in proportion to the general mass of the hills to which they belong. They are for the most part small steps or rents in large surfaces of mountain, and mingled by Nature among her softer forms, as cautiously and sparingly as the utmost exertion of his voice is, by a great speaker, with his tones of gentleness.
§ 1. The audience might be surprised by how few Alpine peaks with a distinct pointed or pyramidal shape we identified in our earlier analysis. They might be even more astonished if I mention the very limited number of times I've encountered a true cliff of any significant height. By a true cliff, I mean one where a plumb line would swing freely, without touching its surface, if hung from a point a foot or two beyond the edge. Not only are perfect cliffs like this extremely rare, but even the imperfect cliffs, which often create as impressive an effect visually as if they were vertical, tend to be surprisingly low compared to the overall height of the surrounding hills. They are mostly small ledges or cracks in large mountain surfaces, mingled by Nature among her gentler forms, just as a skilled speaker carefully blends their powerful voice with softer tones.
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Fig. 73. |
§ 2. Precipices, in the large plurality of cases, consist of the edge of a bed of rock, sharply fractured, in the manner already explained in Chap. XII., and are represented, in their connection with aiguilles and crests, by c, in Fig. 42, p. 195. When the bed of rock slopes backwards from the edge, as a, Fig. 73, a condition of precipice is obtained more or less peaked, very safe, and very grand.80 When the beds are horizontal, b, the precipice is steeper, more dangerous, but much less impressive. When the beds slope towards the precipice, the front of 229 it overhangs, and the noblest effect is obtained which is possible in mountain forms of this kind.
§ 2. Precipices, in most cases, are the edge of a rock bed that is sharply fractured, as explained in Chap. XII. They are illustrated, in their relationship with aiguilles and crests, by c, in Fig. 42, p. 195. When the rock bed slopes back from the edge, as seen in a, Fig. 73, it creates a more or less pointed precipice that is very safe and quite impressive.80 When the beds are horizontal, as shown in b, the precipice is steeper, more dangerous, but much less striking. When the beds slope toward the precipice, the front overhangs, creating the most magnificent effect possible in this type of mountain form.
§ 3. Singularly enough, the type b is in actual nature nearly always the most dangerous of the three, and c the safest, for horizontal beds are usually of the softest rocks, and their cliffs are caused by some violent agency in constant operation, as chalk cliffs by the wearing power of the sea, so that such rocks are continually falling, in one place or another. The form a may also be assumed by very soft rocks. But c cannot exist at all on the large scale, unless it is built of good materials, and it will then frequently stay in its fixed frown for ages.
§ 3. Interestingly, type b is usually the most dangerous of the three in actual nature, while c is the safest. This is because horizontal beds are typically made of the softest rocks, and their cliffs are formed by some violent force that’s constantly at work, like chalk cliffs being eroded by the sea. As a result, these rocks are always falling in various places. Type a can also appear with very soft rocks. However, type c can't exist on a large scale unless it's made of strong materials, and when it is, it may remain unchanged for a very long time.
§ 4. It occasionally happens that a precipice is formed among the higher crests by the sides of vertical beds of slaty crystallines. Such rocks are rare, and never very high, but always beautiful in their smoothness of surface and general trenchant and firm expression. One of the most interesting I know is that of the summit of the Breven, on the north of the valley of Chamouni. The mountain is formed by vertical sheets of slaty crystallines, rather soft at the bottom, and getting harder and harder towards the top, until at the very summit it is hard and compact as the granite of Waterloo Bridge, though much finer in the grain, and breaking into perpendicular faces of rock so perfectly cut as to feel smooth to the hand. Fig. 4, p. 107, represents, of the real size, a bit which I broke from the edge of the cliff, the shaded part underneath being the surface which forms the precipice. The plumb-line from the brow of this cliff hangs clear 124 English feet; it is then caught by a ledge about three feet wide, from which another precipice falls to about twice the height of the first; but I had not line enough to measure it with from the top, and could not get down to the ledge. When I say the line hangs clear, I mean when once it is off the actual brow of the cliff, which is a little rounded for about fourteen or fifteen feet, from a to b, in the section, Fig. 75. Then the rock recedes in an almost unbroken concave sweep, detaching itself from the plumb-line about two feet at the point c (the lateral dimensions are exaggerated to show the curve), and approaching it again at the ledge d, which is 124 feet below a. The plumb-line, fortunately, can be seen throughout its whole extent from a sharp bastion of the precipice 230 farther on, for the face of the cliff runs, in horizontal plan, very nearly to the magnetic north and south, as shown in Fig. 74, the plumb-line swinging at a, and seen from the advanced point P. It would give a similar result at any other part of the cliff face, but may be most conveniently cast from the point a, a little below, and to the north of the summit.
§ 4. Sometimes, a cliff forms among the taller peaks due to the sides of vertical layers of slate-like crystals. These rocks are uncommon and never extremely high, but they are always stunning with their smooth surfaces and strong, sharp appearance. One of the most fascinating examples I know is the summit of Breven, which is located north of the Chamouni valley. The mountain consists of vertical sheets of slate-like crystals that are softer at the bottom and become harder as you go up. At the very top, the rock is as hard and solid as the granite of Waterloo Bridge, but with a finer texture, breaking into straight rock faces that feel smooth to the touch. Fig. 4, p. 107, represents, at actual size, a piece I broke off from the cliff's edge, with the shaded area below being the precipice's surface. The plumb-line from the edge of this cliff hangs down 124 English feet; it then meets a ledge that's about three feet wide, from which another drop goes down to about double the height of the first. However, I didn't have a long enough line to measure it from the top, and I couldn't reach the ledge. When I say the line hangs clear, I mean that once it’s off the very edge of the cliff, which is slightly rounded for about fourteen or fifteen feet, from a to b in the section, Fig. 75. Then the rock curves back in an almost unbroken concave arc, moving away from the plumb-line about two feet at point c (the lateral dimensions are exaggerated to illustrate the curve), and getting closer again at the ledge d, which is 124 feet below a. Fortunately, the plumb-line can be seen along its entire length from a sharp corner of the cliff 230 further along, since the cliff face runs, in horizontal plan, very nearly north and south, as shown in Fig. 74, with the plumb-line swinging at a, viewed from the advanced point P. It would yield similar results at any other part of the cliff face, but it’s most conveniently measured from point a, slightly below and north of the summit.
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Fig. 74. | Fig. 75. |
§ 5. But although the other divisions of this precipice, below the ledge which stops the plummet, give it altogether a height of about five hundred feet,81 the whole looks a mere step on the huge slope of the Breven; and it only deserves mention among Alpine cliffs as one of singular beauty and decision, yet perfectly approachable and examinable even by the worst climbers; which is very rarely the case with cliffs of the same boldness. I suppose that this is the reason for its having been often stated in scientific works that no cliff could be found in the Alps from which a plumb-line would swing two hundred feet. This can possibly be true (and even with this limitation I doubt it) of cliffs conveniently approachable by experimental philosophers. For, indeed, one way or another, it is curious how Nature fences out, as it were, the brows of her boldest precipices. Wherever a plumb-line will swing, the precipice is, almost without exception, of the type c, in Fig. 73, the brow of it rounding towards the edge for, perhaps, fifty or a hundred yards above, rendering it unsafe in the 231 highest degree for any inexperienced person to attempt approach. But it is often possible to ascertain from a distance, if the cliff can be got relieved against the sky, the approximate degree of its precipitousness.
§ 5. But even though the other parts of this cliff, below the ledge that stops the fall, give it a total height of about five hundred feet, the whole thing looks like just a small step on the massive slope of the Breven; it only deserves to be mentioned among Alpine cliffs because of its unique beauty and clear features, making it accessible and easy to examine even for the most inexperienced climbers, which is very rarely true for cliffs of similar steepness. I suppose this is why it has often been stated in scientific literature that no cliff could be found in the Alps from which a plumb line would swing two hundred feet. This might possibly be true (and even with this limit, I doubt it) for cliffs that can be easily accessed by experimental philosophers. Indeed, it’s interesting how Nature seems to guard the edges of her steepest cliffs. Wherever a plumb line will swing, the cliff is, almost without exception, of the type c, with its edge rounding out for maybe fifty or a hundred yards above, making it extremely unsafe for any novice to try to get close. However, it’s often possible to determine from a distance, if the cliff can be outlined against the sky, its approximate steepness.
§ 6. It may, I think, be assumed, almost with certainty, that whenever a precipice is very bold and very high, it is formed by beds more or less approaching horizontally, out of which it has been cut, like the side of a haystack from which part has 232 been removed. The wonderfulness of this operation I have before insisted upon; here we have to examine the best examples of it.
§ 6. I think we can safely assume that whenever a cliff is very steep and very high, it is formed from layers that are mostly horizontal, which have been cut away, similar to how a part of a haystack is removed. The impressive nature of this process has been emphasized before; now we need to look at the best examples of it.
As, in forms of central rock, the Aiguilles of Chamouni, so in notableness of lateral precipice, the Matterhorn, or Mont Cervin, stands, on the whole, unrivalled among the Alps, being terminated, on two of its sides, by precipices which produce on the imagination nearly the effect of verticality. There is, however, only one point at which they reach anything approaching such a condition; and that point is wholly inaccessible either from below or above, but sufficiently measurable by a series of observations.
As the Aiguilles of Chamouni are notable for their central rock formations, the Matterhorn, or Mont Cervin, stands unmatched among the Alps for its dramatic side cliffs, which give an almost vertical impression. However, there is only one spot where these cliffs come close to vertical, and that spot is entirely inaccessible from above or below, though it can be measured through a series of observations.
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Fig. 77. |
§ 7. From the slope of the hill above, and to the west of, the village of Zermatt, the Matterhorn presents itself under the figure shown on the right hand in the opposite plate (38). The whole height of the mass, from the glacier out of which it rises, is about 4000 feet; and although, as before noticed, the first slope from the top towards the right is merely a perspective line, the part of the contour c d, Fig. 33, p. 181, which literally overhangs,82 cannot be. An apparent slope, however steep, so that it does not overpass the vertical, may be a horizontal line; but the moment it can be shown literally to overhang, it must be one of two things,—either an actually pendant face of rock, as at a, Fig. 77, or the under edge of an overhanging cornice of rock, b. Of course the latter condition, on such a scale as this of the Matterhorn, would be the more wonderful of the two; but I was anxious to determine which of these it really was.
§ 7. From the slope of the hill above and to the west of the village of Zermatt, the Matterhorn stands out as shown on the right side of the opposite plate (38). The entire height of the mountain, from the glacier it rises from, is about 4,000 feet. Although, as mentioned earlier, the first slope from the top towards the right is just a perspective line, the part of the contour c d, Fig. 33, p. 181, which literally overhangs, 82 cannot be. An apparent slope, no matter how steep, can look horizontal if it doesn’t exceed the vertical; but as soon as it clearly overhangs, it must be one of two things—either an actual overhanging face of rock, like at a, Fig. 77, or the underside of an overhanging cornice of rock, b. Of course, the latter possibility, given the scale of the Matterhorn, would be the more remarkable of the two; but I was eager to find out which one it actually was.
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38. The Cervin, from the East and North-east. |
§ 8. My first object was to reach some spot commanding, as nearly as might be, the lateral profile of the Mont Cervin. The most available point for this purpose was the top of the Riffelhorn; 233 which, however, first attempting to climb by its deceitful western side, and being stopped, for the moment, by the singular moat and wall which defend its Malakhoff-like summit, fearing that I might not be able ultimately to reach the top, I made the drawing of the Cervin, on the left hand in Plate 38, from the edge of the moat; and found afterwards the difference in aspect, as it was seen from the true summit, so slight as not to necessitate the trouble of making another drawing.83
§ 8. My main goal was to find a spot that offered a good view of the side profile of the Matterhorn. The best place for this was the summit of the Riffelhorn; 233 however, after initially trying to climb its tricky western side and being momentarily halted by the peculiar trench and wall that protect its Malakhoff-like peak, I worried that I might not be able to reach the top after all. So, I made a drawing of the Matterhorn, on the left side in Plate 38, from the edge of the trench. Later, I found that the difference in appearance from the actual summit was so minimal that it wasn't necessary to create another drawing.83
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Fig. 78. |
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Fig. 79. |
§ 9. It may be noted in passing, that this wall which with its regular fosse defends the Riffelhorn on its western side, and a similar one on its eastern side, though neither of them of any considerable height, are curious instances of trenchant precipice, formed, I suppose, by slight slips or faults of the serpentine rock. The summit of the horn, a, Fig. 78, seems to have been pushed up in a mass beyond the rest of the ridge, or else the rest of the ridge to have dropped from it on each side, at b c, leaving the two troublesome faces of cliff right across the crag, hard, green as a sea wave, and polished like the inside of a seashell, 234 where the weather has not effaced the surface produced by the slip. It is only by getting past the eastern cliff that the summit can be reached at all, for on its two lateral escarpments the mountain seems quite inaccessible, being in its whole mass nothing else than the top of a narrow wall with a raised battlement, as rudely shown in perspective at e d; the flanks of the wall falling towards the glacier on one side, and to the lower Riffel on the other, four or five hundred feet, not, indeed, in unbroken precipice, but in a form quite incapable of being scaled.84
§ 9. It’s worth mentioning that this wall, with its consistent ditch, protects the Riffelhorn on its western side, and a similar one does the same on the eastern side. While neither wall is very tall, they are interesting examples of steep cliffs, probably formed by minor slips or faults in the serpentine rock. The top of the horn, a, Fig. 78, looks like it was pushed up as a mass beyond the rest of the ridge, or that the rest of the ridge dropped down on each side at b c, leaving two steep cliff faces directly across the crag, hard, green like a sea wave, and smooth like the inside of a seashell, 234 where the weather hasn’t worn away the surface created by the slip. You can only reach the summit by getting past the eastern cliff, because the mountain seems completely inaccessible on its two side slopes, appearing entirely as the top of a narrow wall with a raised battlement, as roughly illustrated in perspective at e d; the sides of the wall drop down towards the glacier on one side and to the lower Riffel on the other, four or five hundred feet, not in a sheer drop, but in a shape that is completely unscalable.84
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Fig. 79a. |
§ 10. To return to the Cervin. The view of it given on the left hand in Plate 38 shows the ridge in about its narrowest profile; and shows also that this ridge is composed of beds of rock shelving across it, apparently horizontal, or nearly so, at the top, and sloping considerably southwards (to the spectator's left), at the bottom. How far this slope is a consequence of the advance of the nearest angle giving a steep perspective to the beds, I cannot say; my own belief would have been that a great deal of it is thus deceptive, the beds lying as the tiles do in the somewhat anomalous, but perfectly conceivable house-roof, Fig. 79. Saussure, however, attributes to the beds themselves a very considerable slope. But be this as it may, the main facts of the thinness of the beds, their comparative horizontality, and the daring swordsweep by which the whole mountain has been hewn out of them, are from this spot comprehensible at a glance. Visible, I should have said; but eternally, and to the uttermost, incomprehensible. 235 Every geologist who speaks of this mountain seems to be struck by the wonderfulness of its calm sculpture—the absence of all aspect of convulsion, and yet the stern chiselling of so vast a mass into its precipitous isolation leaving no ruin nor débris near it. "Quelle force n'a-t-il pas fallu," exclaims M. Saussure, "pour rompre, et pour balayer tout ce qui manque à cette pyramide!" "What an overturn of all ancient ideas in Geology," says Professor Forbes, "to find a pinnacle of 15,000 feet high [above the sea] sharp as a pyramid, and with perpendicular precipices of thousands of feet on every hand, to be a representative of the older chalk formation; and what a difficulty to conceive the nature of a convulsion (even with unlimited power), which could produce a configuration like the Mont Cervin rising from the glacier of Zmutt!"
§ 10. To go back to the Cervin. The view shown on the left in Plate 38 depicts the ridge in its narrowest form; it also shows that this ridge consists of layers of rock that look mostly horizontal at the top and slope significantly southward (to the viewer's left) at the bottom. I can't say how much this slope is due to the closest angle providing a steep perspective to the layers; I believe much of it is misleading, with the layers laid out like tiles on an unusual but entirely plausible house roof, Fig. 79. However, Saussure claims that the layers themselves have a considerable slope. Regardless, the key facts about the thinness of the layers, their relative horizontality, and the bold way the mountain has been carved from them are clear from this point. Visible, I should have said; but ultimately, and completely, incomprehensible. 235 Every geologist who discusses this mountain seems amazed by its remarkable calm structure—there's no sign of chaos, yet the massive form is sharply chiseled into its steep isolation, leaving no ruin or debris around it. "What force must have been required," exclaims M. Saussure, "to break, and to sweep away everything that's missing from this pyramid!" "What a turning point for all traditional ideas in Geology," says Professor Forbes, "to find a peak of 15,000 feet high [above sea level], sharp as a pyramid, with sheer cliffs of thousands of feet on every side, representing the older chalk formation; and how difficult it is to imagine the nature of a convulsion (even with unlimited power) that could create a configuration like the Mont Cervin rising from the glacier of Zmutt!"
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§ 11. The term "perpendicular" is of course applied by the Professor in the "poetical" temper of Reynolds,—that is to say, in one "inattentive to minute exactness in details;" but the effect of this strange Matterhorn upon the imagination is indeed so great, that even the gravest philosophers cannot resist it; and Professor Forbes's drawing of the peak, outlined at page 180, has evidently been made under the influence of considerable excitement. For fear of being deceived by enthusiasm also, I daguerreotyped the Cervin from the edge of the little lake under the crag of the Riffelhorn, with the somewhat amazing result shown in Fig. 80. So cautious is Nature, even in her boldest work, so broadly does she extend the foundations, and strengthen the buttresses, of masses which produce so striking an impression as to be described, even by the most careful writers, as perpendicular.
§ 11. The term "perpendicular" is applied by the Professor in the "poetical" style of Reynolds—that is to say, in a way that is "not focused on minute details;" but the impact of this unusual Matterhorn on the imagination is so significant that even the most serious philosophers can't resist it; and Professor Forbes's drawing of the peak, shown on page 180, clearly reflects a strong emotional influence. To avoid being misled by enthusiasm myself, I took a daguerreotype of the Cervin from the edge of the small lake beneath the crag of the Riffelhorn, yielding the somewhat surprising result shown in Fig. 80. Nature is so cautious, even in her boldest creations, and so broadly does she lay down the foundations and reinforce the buttresses of masses that create such a striking impression that even the most meticulous writers describe them as perpendicular.
§ 12. The only portion of the Matterhorn which approaches such a condition is the shoulder, before alluded to, forming a step of about one twelfth the height of the whole peak, shown by light on its snowy side, or upper surface, in the right-hand figure of Plate 38. Allowing 4000 feet for the height of the peak, this step or shoulder will be between 300 and 400 feet in 236 absolute height; and as it is not only perpendicular, but assuredly overhangs, both at this snow-lighted angle and at the other corner of the mountain (seen against the sky in the same figure), I have not the slightest doubt that a plumb-line would swing from the brow of either of these bastions, between 600 and 800 feet, without touching rock. The intermediate portion of the cliff which joins them is, however, not more than vertical. I was therefore anxious chiefly to observe the structure of the two angles, and, to that end, to see the mountain close on that side, from the Zmutt glacier.
§ 12. The only part of the Matterhorn that comes close to this condition is the shoulder mentioned earlier, which forms a ledge about one twelfth the height of the entire peak, as shown by the light on its snowy side, or upper surface, in the right-hand figure of Plate 38. Assuming the peak is 4000 feet tall, this ledge will be between 300 and 400 feet in 236 absolute height; and since it is not only vertical but definitely overhangs at this snow-lit angle and at the other corner of the mountain (seen against the sky in the same figure), I have no doubt that a plumb line would hang down from the edge of either of these outcroppings, between 600 and 800 feet, without touching any rock. However, the section of the cliff that connects them is only vertical. I was therefore mainly interested in examining the structure of the two angles and, to that end, wanted to see the mountain up close from the Zmutt glacier.
§ 13. I am afraid my dislike to the nomenclatures invented by the German philosophers has been unreasonably, though involuntarily, complicated with that which, crossing out of Italy, one necessarily feels for those invented by the German peasantry. As travellers now every day more frequently visit the neighborhood of the Monte Rosa, it would surely be a permissible, because convenient, poetical license, to invent some other name for this noble glacier, whose present title, certainly not euphonious, has the additional disadvantage of being easily confounded with that of the Zermatt glacier, properly so called. I mean myself, henceforward, to call it the Red glacier, because, for two or three miles above its lower extremity, the whole surface of it is covered with blocks of reddish gneiss, or other slaty crystalline rocks,—some fallen from the Cervin, some from the Weisshorn, some brought from the Stockhi and Dent d'Erin, but little rolled or ground down in the transit, and covering the ice, often four or five feet deep, with a species of macadamization on a large scale (each stone being usually some foot or foot and a half in diameter), anything but convenient to a traveller in haste. Higher up, the ice opens into broad white fields and furrows, hard and dry, scarcely fissured at all, except just under the Cervin, and forming a silent and solemn causeway, paved, as it seems, with white marble from side to side; broad enough for the march of an army in line of battle, but quiet as a street of tombs in a buried city, and bordered on each hand by ghostly cliffs of that faint granite purple which seems, in its far-away height, as unsubstantial as the dark blue that bounds it;—the whole scene so changeless and soundless; so removed, not merely from the presence of men, but even from their thoughts; 237 so destitute of all life of tree or herb, and so immeasurable in its lonely brightness of majestic death, that it looks like a world from which not only the human, but the spiritual, presences had perished, and the last of its archangels, building the great mountains for their monuments, had laid themselves down in the sunlight to an eternal rest, each in his white shroud.
§ 13. I’m afraid my dislike for the terms created by German philosophers has been unnecessarily, though unintentionally, complicated by the feelings I have, coming from Italy, for those created by the German peasants. As travelers increasingly visit the area around Monte Rosa, it would definitely be acceptable, and convenient, to come up with another name for this magnificent glacier, whose current name is certainly not pleasing to the ear and also has the drawback of being easily confused with the actual Zermatt glacier. From now on, I plan to call it the Red glacier because, for two or three miles above its lower end, its entire surface is covered with blocks of reddish gneiss or other slate-like crystalline rocks—some fallen from the Cervin, some from the Weisshorn, and some brought from the Stockhi and Dent d'Erin—but they are only slightly rolled or ground down during the journey, and they cover the ice, often four or five feet deep, like a kind of large-scale macadamization (each stone typically one to one and a half feet in diameter), which is anything but convenient for a traveler in a hurry. Higher up, the ice opens into broad white fields and furrows, hard and dry, hardly cracked at all, except just under the Cervin, forming a quiet, solemn pathway, seemingly paved with white marble from side to side; wide enough for an army to march in formation but as quiet as a street of tombs in a buried city, bordered on both sides by ghostly cliffs of a pale granite purple that appears, from its distant height, as insubstantial as the dark blue that surrounds it;—the whole scene so unchanging and silent; so removed, not just from the presence of people, but even from their thoughts; 237 so devoid of all life of trees or herbs, and so vast in its lonely brightness of majestic death, that it looks like a world from which not only humans but spiritual presences have vanished, and the last of its archangels, building the great mountains for their monuments, have laid themselves down in the sunlight for eternal rest, each in a white shroud.
§ 14. The first point from which the Matterhorn precipices, which I came to examine, show their structure distinctly, is about half-way up the valley, before reaching the glacier. The most convenient path, and access to the ice, are on the south; but it is best, in order to watch the changes of the Matterhorn, to keep on the north side of the valley; and, at the point just named, the shoulder marked e in Fig. 33, p. 181, is seen, in the morning sunlight, to be composed of zigzag beds, apparently of eddied sand.
§ 14. The first point where the Matterhorn's cliffs, which I came to examine, show their structure clearly, is about halfway up the valley, before reaching the glacier. The easiest path and access to the ice are on the south side; however, to observe the changes in the Matterhorn, it's better to stay on the north side of the valley. At the point mentioned, the shoulder marked e in Fig. 33, p. 181, is visible in the morning sunlight, appearing to be made up of zigzag layers, likely composed of swirled sand.
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Fig. 81. |
I have no doubt they once were eddied sand; that is to say, sea or torrent drift, hardened by fire into crystalline rock; but whether they ever were or not, the certain fact is, that here we have a precipice, trenchant, overhanging, and 500 feet in height, cut across the thin beds which compose it as smoothly as a piece of fine-grained wood is cut with a chisel.
I have no doubt they once were eroded sand; that is, sea or river sediment, hardened by fire into crystal rock; but whether they ever were or not, the undeniable fact is, that here we have a cliff, steep, overhanging, and 500 feet high, cut through the thin layers that make it up as smoothly as fine-grained wood is shaped with a chisel.
§ 15. From this point, also, the nature of the corresponding bastion, c d, Fig 33, is also discernible. It is the edge of a great concave precipice, cut out of the mountain, as the smooth hollows are out of the rocks at the foot of a waterfall, and across which the variously colored beds, thrown by perspective into corresponding curvatures, run exactly like the seams of canvas in a Venetian felucca's sail.
§ 15. From this point, the nature of the corresponding bastion, c d, Fig 33, is also clear. It is the edge of a large, curved cliff, shaped out of the mountain, similar to the smooth hollows found in the rocks at the base of a waterfall. Across this surface, the differently colored layers, shaped by perspective into corresponding curves, run just like the seams of the canvas in a Venetian felucca's sail.
Seen from this spot, it seems impossible that the mountain should long support itself in such a form, but the impression is only caused by the concealment of the vast proportions of the mass behind, whose poise is quite unaffected by this hollowing at one point. Thenceforward, as we ascend the glacier, the Matterhorn every moment expands in apparent width; and having reached the foot of the Stockhi (about a four hours' walk from 238 Zermatt), and getting the Cervin summit to bear S. 11-½° E., I made the drawing of it engraved opposite, which gives a true idea of the relations between it and the masses of its foundation. The bearing stated is that of the apparent summit only, as from this point the true summit is not visible; the rocks which seem to form the greatest part of the mountain being in reality nothing but its foundations, while the little white jagged peak, relieved against the dark hollow just below the seeming summit, is the rock marked g in Fig. 33. But the structure of the mass, and the long ranges of horizontal, or nearly horizontal, beds which form its crest, showing in black points like arrow-heads through the snow, where their ridges are left projecting by the avalanche channels, are better seen than at any other point I reached, together with the sweeping and thin zones of sandy gneiss below, bending apparently like a coach-spring; and the notable point about the whole is, that this under-bed, of seemingly the most delicate substance, is that prepared by Nature to build her boldest precipice with, it being this bed which emerges at the two bastions or shoulders before noticed, and which by that projection causes the strange oblique distortion of the whole mountain mass, as it is seen from Zermatt.
From this spot, it seems impossible that the mountain can maintain its shape for long, but this impression is only due to the hidden vastness of the mass behind it, whose balance is completely unaffected by this hollowing at one point. As we continue to climb the glacier, the Matterhorn appears to grow wider with each moment. After reaching the foot of the Stockhi (about a four-hour walk from 238 Zermatt) and aligning the Cervin summit at S. 11.5° E, I made the drawing shown opposite, which accurately represents the relationship between it and the massive foundation beneath. The bearing mentioned applies only to the apparent summit, as the true summit is not visible from here; the rocks that seem to make up most of the mountain are actually just its base, while the small, jagged white peak set against the dark hollow just below the apparent summit is the rock labeled g in Fig. 33. The structure of the mass, along with the long ranges of horizontal or nearly horizontal layers that form its crest, appear as black points like arrowheads sticking through the snow, where their ridges are exposed by the avalanche channels. This view is clearer than at any other point I reached, showcasing the sweeping and thin zones of sandy gneiss below, which curve like a coach spring. The significant thing about all this is that this underlying layer, which looks quite delicate, is what Nature chose to build her boldest cliffs with. It's this layer that emerges at the two bastions or shoulders mentioned earlier, and this projection creates the strange, slanted distortion of the whole mountain mass as seen from Zermatt.
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39. The Cervin, from the North-West. |
§ 16. And our surprise will still be increased as we farther examine the materials of which the whole mountain is composed. In many places its crystalline slates, where their horizontal surfaces are exposed along the projecting beds of their foundations, break into ruin so total that the foot dashes through their loose red flakes as through heaps of autumn leaves; and yet, just where their structure seems most delicate, just where they seem to have been swept before the eddies of the streams that first accumulated them, in the most passive whirls, there the after ages have knit them into the most massive strength, and there have hewn out of them those firm grey bastions of the Cervin,—overhanging, smooth, flawless, unconquerable! For, unlike the Chamouni aiguilles, there is no aspect of destruction about the Matterhorn cliffs. They are not torn remnants of separating spires, yielding flake by flake, and band by band, to the continual process of decay. They are, on the contrary, an unaltered monument, seemingly sculptured long ago, the huge walls retaining yet the forms into which they were 239 first engraven, and standing like an Egyptian temple,—delicate-fronted, softly colored, the suns of uncounted ages rising and falling upon it continually, but still casting the same line of shadows from east to west, still, century after century, touching the same purple stains on the lotus pillars; while the desert sand ebbs and flows about their feet, as those autumn leaves of rock lie heaped and weak about the base of the Cervin.
§ 16. Our surprise only grows as we further examine the materials that make up the entire mountain. In many places, its crystalline slates, with their horizontal surfaces exposed along the projecting beds of their foundations, crumble so completely that your foot crunches through their loose red flakes like piles of autumn leaves; yet, right where their structure seems the most delicate, exactly where they appear to have been shaped by the currents of the streams that first formed them, in the gentlest swirls, later ages have turned them into the strongest formations, and there have carved out those solid grey bastions of the Cervin—overhanging, smooth, flawless, and unbeatable! Unlike the Chamouni aiguilles, there’s no sense of destruction about the Matterhorn cliffs. They aren’t torn remnants of separating spires, giving way piece by piece, layer by layer, to an endless process of decay. Instead, they stand as an unchanging monument, seemingly sculpted long ago, with the massive walls still holding the forms into which they were first carved, standing like an Egyptian temple—gracefully adorned, softly colored, with the suns of countless ages rising and falling upon it endlessly, yet still casting the same shadows from east to west, repeatedly highlighting the same purple stains on the lotus pillars; while the desert sand ebbs and flows around their base, just like those autumn leaves of rock lie heaped and fragile around the base of the Cervin.
§ 17. Is not this a strange type, in the very heart and height of these mysterious Alps—these wrinkled hills in their snowy, cold, grey-haired old age, at first so silent, then, as we keep quiet at their feet, muttering and whispering to us garrulously, in broken and dreaming fits, as it were, about their childhood—is it not a strange type of the things which "out of weakness are made strong?" If one of those little flakes of mica-sand, hurried in tremulous spangling along the bottom of the ancient river, too light to sink, too faint to float, almost too small for sight, could have had a mind given to it as it was at last borne down with its kindred dust into the abysses of the stream, and laid, (would it not have thought?) for a hopeless eternity, in the dark ooze, the most despised, forgotten, and feeble of all earth's atoms; incapable of any use or change; not fit, down there in the diluvial darkness, so much as to help an earth-wasp to build its nest, or feed the first fibre of a lichen;—what would it have thought, had it been told that one day, knitted into a strength as of imperishable iron, rustless by the air, infusible by the flame, out of the substance of it, with its fellows, the axe of God should hew that Alpine tower; that against it—poor, helpless, mica flake!—the wild north winds should rage in vain; beneath it—low-fallen mica flake!—the snowy hills should lie bowed like flocks of sheep, and the kingdoms of the earth fade away in unregarded blue; and around it—weak, wave-drifted mica flake!—the great war of the firmament should burst in thunder, and yet stir it not; and the fiery arrows and angry meteors of the night fall blunted back from it into the air; and all the stars in the clear heaven should light, one by one as they rose, new cressets upon the points of snow that fringed its abiding-place on the imperishable spire?
§ 17. Isn't this a strange sight, right in the heart of these mysterious Alps—these wrinkled hills in their snowy, cold, grey-haired old age? At first, they're so silent, then, as we sit quietly at their feet, they start muttering and whispering to us endlessly, in fragmented and dreamy moments, about their childhood. Isn't it a curious reflection of how things "out of weakness are made strong?" If one of those tiny flakes of mica-sand, rushing and shimmering along the bottom of the ancient river, too light to sink, too faint to float, and almost too small to be seen, could have thought as it was finally carried down with its fellow dust into the depths of the stream, and laid, (would it not have thought?) for a hopeless eternity, in the dark mud, the most despised, forgotten, and weak of all earth's particles; unable to serve any purpose or change; not even fit, down there in the floodplain darkness, to help a wasp build its nest or support the first thread of a lichen;—what would it have thought if it had been told that one day, fused into a strength as solid as imperishable iron, resistant to air, and unmelting by fire, from its very essence, along with its peers, God's axe would carve that Alpine tower; that against it—poor, helpless mica flake!—the wild north winds would rage in vain; beneath it—low-lying mica flake!—the snowy hills would bow like flocks of sheep, and the kingdoms of the earth would fade away in unnoticed blue; and around it—weak, wave-drifted mica flake!—the great battle of the heavens would unleash in thunder, and yet not move it; and the fiery arrows and angry meteors of the night would bounce back from it into the air; and all the stars in the clear sky would light up, one by one as they rose, new beacons upon the points of snow that bordered its eternal home on the unyielding spire?
§ 18. I have thought it worth while, for the sake of these lessons, and the other interests connected with them, to lead the 240 reader thus far into the examination of the principal precipices among the Alps, although, so far as our immediate purposes are concerned, the inquiry cannot be very fruitful or helpful to us. For rocks of this kind, being found only in the midst of the higher snow fields, are not only out of the general track of the landscape painter, but are for the most part quite beyond his power—even beyond Turner's. The waves of snow, when it becomes a principal element in mountain form, are at once so subtle in tone, and so complicated in curve and fold, that no skill will express them, so as to keep the whole luminous mass in anything like a true relation to the rock darkness. For the distant rocks of the upper peaks are themselves, when in light, paler than white paper, and their true size and relation to near objects cannot be exhibited unless they are painted in the palest tones. Yet, as compared with their snow, they are so dark that a daguerreotype taken for the proper number of seconds to draw the snow shadows rightly, will always represent the rocks as coal-black. In order, therefore, to paint a snowy mountain properly, we should need a light as much brighter than white paper as white paper is brighter than charcoal. So that although it is possible, with deep blue sky, and purple rocks, and blue shadows, to obtain a very interesting resemblance of snow effect, and a true one up to a certain point (as in the best examples of the body-color drawings sold so extensively in Switzerland) it is not possible to obtain any of those refinements of form and gradation which a great artist's eye requires. Turner felt that, among these highest hills, no serious or perfect work could be done; and although in one or two of his vignettes (already referred to in the first volume) he showed his knowledge of them, his practice, in larger works, was always to treat the snowy mountains merely as a far-away white cloud, concentrating the interest of his picture on nearer and more tractable objects.
§ 18. I thought it was worthwhile, for the sake of these lessons and the related interests, to take the reader this far into exploring the main cliffs in the Alps, even though, for our immediate purposes, this inquiry might not be very fruitful or helpful. Rocks like these, found only amidst the higher snowfields, are not only off the typical path of landscape painters but are also mostly beyond their ability to capture—even Turner's. The snow patterns, when they become a key element in mountain shapes, are so subtle in tone and so complex in curve and fold that no skill can portray them while maintaining any true relationship to the darkness of the rocks. The distant rocks of the upper peaks, when illuminated, are actually paler than white paper, and their actual size and relationship to closer objects can only be shown if they are painted in very light tones. Yet, compared to the snow, they appear so dark that a daguerreotype taken for the right duration to capture the snow shadows will always show the rocks as coal-black. Therefore, to paint a snowy mountain accurately, we would need a light that is much brighter than white paper, just as white paper is brighter than charcoal. Although it is possible, with a deep blue sky, purple rocks, and blue shadows, to achieve a visually interesting representation of a snow effect, and a true one up to a certain extent (like in the best examples of body-color drawings widely sold in Switzerland), it is not possible to capture the finer details of form and gradation that a great artist's eye demands. Turner recognized that no serious or perfect work could be done in these highest hills; and while in one or two of his vignettes (already mentioned in the first volume) he demonstrated his understanding of them, his approach in larger works was always to depict the snowy mountains simply as distant white clouds, focusing the interest of his painting on closer and more manageable subjects.
§ 19. One circumstance, however, bearing upon art, we may note before leaving these upper precipices, namely, the way in which they illustrate the favorite expression of Homer and Dante—cut rocks. However little satisfied we had reason to be with the degree of affection shown towards mountain scenery by either poet, we may now perceive, with some respect and surprise, that they had got at one character which was in the 241 essence of the noblest rocks, just as the early illuminators got at the principles which lie at the heart of vegetation. As distinguished from all other natural forms,—from fibres which are torn, crystals which are broken, stones which are rounded or worn, animal and vegetable forms which are grown or moulded,—the true hard rock or precipice is notably a thing cut, its inner grain or structure seeming to have less to do with its form than is seen in any other object or substance whatsoever; and the aspect of subjection to some external sculpturing instrument being distinct in almost exact proportion to the size and stability of the mass.
§ 19. One thing related to art we should mention before leaving these high cliffs is how they exemplify the favorite phrase of Homer and Dante—cut rocks. Even if we weren't completely impressed with how either poet expressed their affection for mountain landscapes, we can now recognize, with some respect and surprise, that they understood an essential quality of the noblest rocks, similar to how early illuminators grasped the principles at the core of vegetation. Unlike all other natural forms—like torn fibers, broken crystals, rounded or worn stones, or animal and plant shapes that have grown or been shaped—the true hard rock or cliff is distinctly cut, with its inner grain or structure seeming to relate less to its form than anything else; and the appearance of having been sculpted by some external tool is almost directly proportional to the size and stability of the mass.
§ 20. It is not so, however, with the next groups of mountain which we have to examine—those formed by the softer slaty coherents, when their perishable and frail substance has been raised into cliffs in the manner illustrated by Fig. 12 at p. 146,—cliffs whose front every frost disorganizes into filmy shale, and of which every thunder-shower dissolves tons in the swoln blackness of torrents. If this takes place from the top downwards, the cliff is gradually effaced, and a more or less rounded eminence is soon all that remains of it; but if the lower beds only decompose, or if the whole structure is strengthened here and there by courses of harder rock, the precipice is undermined, and remains hanging in perilous ledges and projections until, the process having reached the limit of its strength, vast portions of it fall at once, leaving new fronts of equal ruggedness, to be ruined and cast down in their turn.
§ 20. However, this is not the case with the next mountain groups we need to look at—those made of softer slaty materials, whose delicate and fragile substance has been raised into cliffs like those shown in Fig. 12 at p. 146—cliffs that every frost breaks down into thin layers of shale, and which every heavy rain washes away tons in the rushing black torrents. If this happens from the top down, the cliff gradually disappears, and only a rounded hill remains; but if only the lower layers break down, or if the whole structure is reinforced in some areas by harder rock layers, the cliff gets undercut and remains precariously balanced on ledges and overhangs until, once the process has reached its breaking point, large sections collapse all at once, leaving new rugged faces that will eventually be worn down and destroyed in turn.
The whole district of the northern inferior Alps, from the mountains of the Réposoir to the Gemmi, is full of precipices of this kind; the well known crests of the Mont Doron, and of the Aiguille de Varens, above Sallenches, being connected by the great cliffs of the valley of Sixt, the dark mass of the Buet, the Dent du Midi de Bex, and the Diablerets, with the great amphitheatre of rock in whose securest recess the path of the Gemmi hides its winding. But the most frightful and most characteristic cliff in the whole group is the range of the Rochers des Fys, above the Col d'Anterne. It happens to have a bed of harder limestone at the top than in any other part of its mass; and this bed, protecting its summit, enables it to form itself into the most ghastly ranges of pinnacle which I know among 242 mountains. In one spot the upper edge of limestone has formed a complete cornice, or rather bracket—for it is not extended enough to constitute a cornice, which projects far into the air over the wall of ashy rock, and is seen against the clouds, when they pass into the chasm beyond, like the nodding coping-stone of a castle—only the wall below is not less than 2500 feet in height,—not vertical, but steep enough to seem so to the imagination.
The entire northern lower Alps region, from the Réposoir mountains to the Gemmi, is packed with cliffs like these; the well-known peaks of Mont Doron and Aiguille de Varens, above Sallenches, are linked by the towering cliffs of the Sixt valley, the dark bulk of Buet, Dent du Midi de Bex, and the Diablerets, along with the massive rock amphitheater where the winding path of the Gemmi hides in its safest depths. However, the most terrifying and distinctive cliff in the whole area is the Rochers des Fys, above the Col d'Anterne. It has a layer of harder limestone at the top than anywhere else in the formation; this layer, which protects its summit, allows it to create the most eerie ranges of pinnacles I know among mountains. In one place, the upper edge of limestone has formed a complete ledge, or rather a bracket—since it doesn't extend far enough to be a full cornice, which would project significantly into the air over the wall of ashy rock, and it's visible against the clouds as they pass into the chasm beyond, resembling the overhanging coping stone of a castle—only the wall below is no less than 2,500 feet high—not vertical, but steep enough to appear so in the imagination.
§ 21. Such precipices are among the most impressive as well as the most really dangerous of mountain ranges; in many spots inaccessible with safety either from below or from above; dark in color, robed with everlasting mourning, for ever tottering like a great fortress shaken by war, fearful as much in their weakness as in their strength, and yet gathered after every fall into darker frowns and unhumiliated threatening; for ever incapable of comfort or of healing from herb or flower, nourishing no root in their crevices, touched by no hue of life on buttress or ledge, but, to the utmost, desolate; knowing no shaking of leaves in the wind, nor of grass beside the stream,—no motion but their own mortal shivering, the deathful crumbling of atom from atom in their corrupting stones; knowing no sound of living voice or living tread, cheered neither by the kid's bleat nor the marmot's cry; haunted only by uninterrupted echoes from far off, wandering hither and thither among their walls, unable to escape, and by the hiss of angry torrents, and sometimes the shriek of a bird that flits near the face of them, and sweeps frightened back from under their shadow into the gulf of air: and, sometimes, when the echo has fainted, and the wind has carried the sound of the torrent away, and the bird has vanished; and the mouldering stones are still for a little time,—a brown moth, opening and shutting its wings upon a grain of dust, may be the only thing that moves, or feels, in all the waste of weary precipice, darkening five thousand feet of the blue depth of heaven.
§ 21. These cliffs are among the most stunning as well as the most genuinely dangerous of mountain ranges; in many places, they're impossible to access safely from either below or above. They're dark in color, cloaked in a sense of eternal mourning, always teetering like a massive fortress shaken by battle, frightening both in their fragility and their power. Yet after every collapse, they form deeper frowns and remain unyieldingly threatening; forever incapable of comfort or healing from any plant or flower, they host no roots in their cracks, touched by no hint of life on their supports or shelves, but, in every way, desolate; there’s no rustling of leaves in the wind, no grass beside the stream—no movement except their own mortal shivering, the deadly crumbling of their decaying stones. There are no sounds of living voices or footsteps, neither cheered on by the bleat of a goat nor the call of a marmot; they're haunted only by relentless echoes from far away that wander amongst their walls, unable to escape, and by the hiss of raging torrents, sometimes interrupted by the shriek of a bird that flits near their face and hurriedly retreats from their shadow back into the void of air. And sometimes, when the echo has faded, the wind has carried away the sound of the torrent, and the bird has disappeared, and the crumbling stones are still for a brief moment—a brown moth, opening and closing its wings on a grain of dust, may be the only thing that moves or feels in all the desolation of the weary cliff, casting a shadow over five thousand feet of the blue expanse of sky.
§ 22. It will not be thought that there is nothing in a scene such as this deserving our contemplation, or capable of conveying useful lessons, if it were fitly rendered by art. I cannot myself conceive any picture more impressive than a faithful rendering of such a cliff would be, supposing the aim of the artist 243 to be the utmost tone of sad sublime. I am, nevertheless, aware of no instance in which the slightest attempt has been made to express their character; the reason being, partly, the extreme difficulty of the task, partly the want of temptation in specious color or form. For the majesty of this kind of cliff depends entirely on its size: a low range of such rock is as uninteresting as it is ugly; and it is only by making the spectator understand the enormous scale of their desolation, and the space which the shadow of their danger oppresses, that any impression can be made upon his mind. And this scale cannot be expressed by any artifice; the mountain cannot be made to look large by painting it blue or faint, otherwise it loses all its ghastliness. It must be painted in its own near and solemn colors, black and ashen grey; and its size must be expressed by thorough drawing of its innumerable details—pure quantity,—with certain points of comparison explanatory of the whole. This is no light task; and, attempted by any man of ordinary genius, would need steady and careful painting for three or four months; while, to such a man, there would appear to be nothing worth his toil in the gloom of the subject, unrelieved as it is even by variety of form; for the soft rock of which these cliffs are composed rarely breaks into bold masses; and the gloom of their effect partly depends on its not doing so.
§ 22. It shouldn’t be thought that a scene like this lacks anything worthy of our contemplation or that it can't convey useful lessons if it’s captured well by art. I can’t imagine a more striking image than a faithful portrayal of such a cliff, if the artist aims for the highest level of sad sublimity. However, I’m not aware of any attempt to express their character; this is partly due to the extreme difficulty of the task and partly because there isn’t much temptation in attractive color or form. The majesty of this type of cliff relies entirely on its size: a low range of such rock is as boring as it is unattractive; only by helping the viewer grasp the immense scale of their desolation and the vast shadow of their danger can any impression be made on their mind. This scale can't be conveyed through any trickery; you can't make the mountain look large by painting it blue or light, or else it loses its haunting nature. It must be depicted in its own dark and solemn colors, black and ashen gray; its size needs to be expressed through a detailed rendering of its countless features—pure quantity—with certain points of comparison that clarify the whole. This is no easy task; any person of typical talent attempting it would need to dedicate careful, focused effort for three or four months; and for such a person, the bleakness of the subject might seem unworthy of their labor, as it offers no relief through variety of form; the soft rock that these cliffs are made of rarely breaks into bold shapes, and the somber impact partly depends on it not doing so.
§ 23. Yet, while painters thus reject the natural, and large sublime, which is ready to their hand, how strangely do they seek after a false and small sublime. It is not that they reprobate gloom, but they will only have a gloom of their own making; just as half the world will not see the terrible and sad truths which the universe is full of, but surrounds itself with little clouds of sulky and unnecessary fog for its own special breathing. A portrait is not thought grand unless it has a thundercloud behind it (as if a hero could not be brave in sunshine); a ruin is not melancholy enough till it is seen by moonlight or twilight; and every condition of theatrical pensiveness or of the theatrical terrific is exhausted in setting forth scenes or persons which in themselves are, perhaps, very quiet scenes and homely persons; while that which, without any accessories at all, is everlastingly melancholy and terrific, we refuse to paint,—nay, we refuse even to observe it in its reality, while we 244 seek for the excitement of the very feelings it was meant to address, in every conceivable form of our false ideal.
§ 23. Yet, while artists reject the natural and grand sublime that’s readily available to them, it’s strange how they chase after a false and minor sublime. It’s not that they dismiss gloom; they just want a gloom of their own creation. Just like half the world ignores the harsh and sad truths that fill the universe, instead surrounding themselves with little clouds of sulky and unnecessary fog to breathe in. A portrait isn’t considered grand unless there’s a thundercloud behind it (as if a hero couldn’t be brave in sunshine); a ruin doesn’t seem melancholy enough unless it’s illuminated by moonlight or twilight; and every aspect of theatrical sadness or fictitious terror is thoroughly explored to present scenes or characters that are, in reality, quite peaceful and ordinary. Meanwhile, the things that are inherently melancholy and terrifying without any embellishments at all are often neglected—we even refuse to acknowledge them in their true form—while we search for the thrill of the very feelings they were meant to evoke in every possible version of our false ideals. 244
For instance: there have been few pictures more praised for their sublimity than the "Deluge" of Nicolas Poussin; of which, nevertheless, the sublimity, such as it is, consists wholly in the painting of everything grey or brown,—not the grey and brown of great painters, full of mysterious and unconfessed colors, dim blue, and shadowy purple, and veiled gold,—but the stony grey and dismal brown of the conventionalist. Madame de Genlis, whose general criticisms on painting are full of good sense—singularly so, considering the age in which she lived85—has the following passage on this picture:—
For example, there are few paintings more acclaimed for their grandeur than Nicolas Poussin's "Deluge"; however, the grandeur it does have lies entirely in the use of dull greys and browns—not the rich greys and browns of masterful artists filled with hidden and unacknowledged colors, like deep blues, shadowy purples, and muted golds—but rather the bleak grey and dreary brown typical of conventional styles. Madame de Genlis, whose overall critiques on painting are quite sensible—especially for the time she lived in—has written the following about this painting:—
"'I remember to have seen the painting you mention; but I own I found nothing in it very beautiful.'
"I remember seeing the painting you mentioned, but honestly, I didn't find it very beautiful."
"'You have seen it rain often enough?'
'Have you seen it rain often enough?'
"'Certainly.'
"Sure."
"'Have you ever at such times observed the color of the clouds attentively?—how the dusky atmosphere obscures all objects, makes them, if distant, disappear, or be seen with difficulty? Had you paid a proper attention to these effects of rain, you would have been amazed by the exactitude with which they are painted by Poussin.'"86
"Have you ever really looked at the color of the clouds during those times? How the dark atmosphere hides everything, making distant objects vanish or hard to see? If you had taken a good look at these effects of rain, you would have been amazed by how accurately Poussin captures them."86
§ 24. Madame de Genlis is just in her appeal to nature, but had not herself looked carefully enough to make her appeal accurate. She had noticed one of the principal effects of rain, but not the other. It is true that the dusky atmosphere "obscures all objects," but it is also true that Nature, never intending the eye of man to be without delight, has provided a rich compensation for this shading of the tints with darkness, in their brightening by moisture. Every color, wet, is twice as brilliant as it is when dry; and when distances are obscured by mist, and bright colors vanish from the sky, and gleams of sunshine from the earth, the foreground assumes all its loveliest hues, the grass and foliage revive into their perfect green, and 245 every sunburnt rock glows into an agate. The colors of mountain foregrounds can never be seen in perfection unless they are wet; nor can moisture be entirely expressed except by fulness of color. So that Poussin, in search of a false sublimity, painting every object in his picture, vegetation and all, of one dull grey and brown, has actually rendered it impossible for an educated eye to conceive it as representing rain at all; it is a dry, volcanic darkness. It may be said that had he painted the effect of rain truly, the picture, composed of the objects he has introduced, would have become too pretty for his purpose. But his error, and the error of landscapists in general, is in seeking to express terror by false treatment, instead of going to Nature herself to ask her what she has appointed to be everlastingly terrible. The greatest genius would be shown by taking the scene in its plainest and most probable facts; not seeking to change pity into fear, by denying the beauty of the world that was passing away. But if it were determined to excite fear, and fear only, it ought to have been done by imagining the true ghastliness of the tottering cliffs of Ararat or Caucasus, as the heavy waves first smote against the promontories that until then had only known the thin fanning of the upper air of heaven;—not by painting leaves and grass slate-grey. And a new world of sublimity might be opened to us, if any painter of power and feeling would devote himself, for a few months, to these solemn cliffs of the dark limestone Alps, and would only paint one of them, as it truly stands, not in rain nor storm, but in its own eternal sadness: perhaps best on some fair summer evening, when its fearful veil of immeasurable rock is breathed upon by warm air, and touched with fading rays of purple; and all that it has of the melancholy of ruin, mingled with the might of endurance, and the foreboding of danger, rises in its grey gloom against the gentle sky; the soft wreaths of the evening clouds expiring along its ridges one by one, and leaving it, at last, with no light but that of its own cascades, standing like white pillars here and there along its sides, motionless and soundless in their distance.
§ 24. Madame de Genlis makes a valid point about nature, but she didn't observe closely enough to get it right. She noticed one main effect of rain but missed the other. It's true that the gloomy atmosphere "obscures all objects," but it's also true that nature, never intending for the human eye to lack enjoyment, compensates for this darkening of colors with their brightening due to moisture. Every color appears twice as vibrant when wet as it does when dry; and when distances are hidden by fog, bright colors fade from the sky and sunshine disappears from the earth, the foreground reveals its most beautiful hues, the grass and leaves regain their perfect green, and 245 every sunbaked rock shines like agate. The colors of mountain foregrounds can only be seen in their true splendor when they are wet; nor can moisture be fully expressed except through rich color. So, Poussin, in his quest for false grandeur, painted every object in his picture, including vegetation, in dull gray and brown, which made it impossible for a knowledgeable viewer to recognize it as representing rain at all; it looks like dry, volcanic darkness. One might argue that if he had accurately depicted the effect of rain, the picture, given the objects he included, would have become too pretty for his intent. But his mistake, and that of landscape painters in general, is that they try to express fear through false treatment instead of looking to nature herself to see what is truly fearsome. The greatest artistry would come from portraying the scene in its simplest and most likely facts, not trying to turn pity into fear by denying the beauty of the world that is fading away. However, if the aim is to evoke only fear, it should have been done by imagining the true horror of the crumbling cliffs of Ararat or the Caucasus, as the heavy waves first crashed against the promontories that had only known the gentle touch of the upper heavens;—not by painting leaves and grass in slate-gray. A new realm of sublimity could be revealed if any painter with skill and sensitivity devoted a few months to these majestic cliffs of the dark limestone Alps, and painted just one of them as it actually stands, not in rain or storm, but in its own eternal sadness: perhaps best on a beautiful summer evening, when its daunting expanse of endless rock is warmed by a gentle breeze and kissed by fading rays of purple; all its melancholy of ruin, mingled with strength and the foreboding of danger, rises in its grey shadow against the soft sky; the delicate strands of evening clouds gently dissipating along its ridges one by one, leaving it finally with only the light from its own cascades, standing like white pillars here and there along its slopes, motionless and silent in the distance.
Turner had in this respect some peculiar views induced by early association. It has already been noticed, in my pamphlet on Pre-Raphaelitism, that his first conceptions of mountain scenery seem to have been taken from Yorkshire; and its rounded hills, far winding rivers, and broken limestone scars, to have formed a type in his mind to which he sought, as far as might be, to obtain some correspondent imagery in all other landscape. Hence, he almost always preferred to have a precipice low down on the hillside, rather than near the top; liked an extent of rounded slope above, and the vertical cliff to the water or valley, better than the slope at the bottom and wall at the top (compare Fig. 13, p. 148); and had his attention early directed to those horizontal, or comparatively horizontal, beds of rock which usually form the faces of precipices in the Yorkshire dales; not, as in the Matterhorn, merely indicated by veined coloring on the surface of the smooth cliff, but projecting, or mouldering away, in definite successions of ledges, cornices, or steps.
Turner had some unique views influenced by his early experiences. As I mentioned in my pamphlet on Pre-Raphaelitism, his initial ideas about mountain landscapes seem to have come from Yorkshire. Its rounded hills, winding rivers, and jagged limestone cliffs created a mental image that he tried to replicate in other landscapes as much as possible. Because of this, he often preferred to position a cliff low on the hillside rather than near the top; he liked having a broad, rounded slope above with a vertical drop to the water or valley, instead of a slope at the bottom and a wall at the top (compare Fig. 13, p. 148); he became early fascinated with those horizontal or relatively flat rock layers that typically make up the faces of cliffs in the Yorkshire dales; not, like the Matterhorn, simply shown by veined colors on the surface of the smooth cliff, but actually projecting or crumbling in distinct series of ledges, cornices, or steps.
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40. The Mountains of Villeneuve. |
§ 26. This decided love of the slope, or bank above the wall, rather than below it, is one of Turner's most marked idiosyncrasies, and gives a character to his composition, as distinguished from that of other men, perhaps more marked than any which are traceable in other features of it (except, perhaps, in his pear-shaped ideal of trees, of which more hereafter). For when mountains are striking to the general eye, they almost always have the high crest or wall of cliff on the top of their slopes, rising from the plain first in mounds of meadow-land, and bosses of rock, and studded softness of forest; the brown cottages peeping through grove above grove, until just where the deep shade of the pines becomes blue or purple in the haze of height, a red wall of upper precipice rises from the pasture land, and frets the sky with glowing serration. Plate 40, opposite, represents a mass of mountain just above Villeneuve, at the head of the Lake of Geneva, in which the type of the structure is shown with singular clearness. Much of the scenery of western Switzerland, and characteristically the whole of that of Savoy, is composed of mountains of this kind; the isolated group between Chambery and Grenoble, which holds the Grande 247 Chartreuse in the heart of it, is constructed entirely of such masses; and the Montagne de Vergi, which in like manner encloses the narrow meadows and traceried cloisters of the Convent of the Réposoir, forms the most striking feature among all the mountains that border the valley of the Arve between Cluse and Geneva; while ranges of cliffs presenting precisely the same typical characters frown above the bridge and fortress of Mont-Meillan, and enclose, in light blue calm, the waters of the Lake of Annecy.
§ 26. Turner's strong preference for the slope or bank above the wall, rather than below it, is one of his most distinctive traits. It gives his compositions a uniqueness that sets them apart from other artists, perhaps even more than any other element (except maybe his pear-shaped vision of trees, which we will discuss later). When mountains catch the eye, they typically feature a high crest or cliff right at the top of their slopes, starting from the plain with mounds of meadows and rock formations, dotted with soft patches of forest. Brown cottages peek through layer after layer of trees, all the way up to where the deep shadows of the pines turn blue or purple in the hazy heights. At that point, a striking red cliff rises above the pasture land, creating a jagged outline against the sky. Plate 40, across from it, depicts a mountain mass just above Villeneuve, at the head of Lake Geneva, illustrating this type of structure very clearly. Much of the scenery in western Switzerland, and particularly the whole region of Savoy, consists of mountains like these; the isolated group between Chambery and Grenoble, which includes the Grande 247 Chartreuse at its center, is made entirely of such formations. The Montagne de Vergi, which similarly surrounds the narrow meadows and intricate cloisters of the Convent of the Réposoir, is the most striking feature among all the mountains lining the Arve Valley between Cluse and Geneva. Meanwhile, cliffs with the same defining characteristics loom over the bridge and fortress of Mont-Meillan, enclosing the calm, light blue waters of Lake Annecy.
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§ 27. Now, although in many of his drawings Turner acknowledges this structure, it seems always to be with some degree of reluctance; whereas he seizes with instant eagerness, and every appearance of contentment, on forms of mountain which are rounded into banks above, and cut into precipices below, as is the case in most elevated table-lands; in the chalk coteaux of the Seine, the basalt borders of the Rhine, and the lower gorges of the Alps; so that while the most striking pieces of natural mountain scenery usually rise from the plain under some such outline as that at a, Fig. 82, Turner always formed his composition, if possible, on such an arrangement as that at b.
§ 27. Now, although in many of his drawings Turner acknowledges this structure, it always seems with some reluctance; meanwhile, he eagerly and contentedly embraces mountain shapes that are rounded at the top and steep at the bottom, like those found in most high plateaus; in the chalk hills of the Seine, the basalt edges of the Rhine, and the lower valleys of the Alps. So, while the most striking pieces of natural mountain scenery usually rise from the plain with an outline like that at a, Fig. 82, Turner always tried to base his composition on an arrangement like that at b.
One reason for this is clearly the greater simplicity of the line. The simpler a line is, so that it be cunningly varied within its simplicities, the grander it is; and Turner likes to enclose all his broken crags by such a line as that at b, just as we saw the classical composer, in our first plate, enclose the griffin's beak with breadth of wing. Nevertheless, I cannot but attribute his somewhat wilful and marked rejection of what sublimity there is in the other form, to the influence of early affections; and sincerely regret that the fascination exercised over him by memory should have led him to pass so much of his 248 life in putting a sublimity not properly belonging to them into the coteaux of Clairmont and Meauves, and the vine terraces of Bingen and Oberwesel; leaving almost unrecorded the natural sublimity, which he could never have exaggerated, of the pine-fringed mountains of the Iscre, and the cloudy diadem of the Mont Vergi.
One reason for this is clearly the greater simplicity of the line. The simpler a line is, when it is creatively varied within its simplicities, the more impressive it becomes; and Turner likes to frame all his jagged cliffs with a line like that at b, just as we saw the classical composer in our first plate frame the griffin's beak with the broadness of the wing. However, I can't help but think that his somewhat stubborn and deliberate dismissal of the sublimity found in the other form is due to the influence of early loves; and I sincerely regret that the pull of memory led him to spend so much of his life attributing a sublimity that doesn’t really belong to them to the hills of Clairmont and Meauves, and the vineyard terraces of Bingen and Oberwesel; leaving almost unrecorded the natural sublimity, which he could never have exaggerated, of the pine-lined mountains of the Iscre and the cloudy crown of the Mont Vergi.
§ 28. In all cases of this kind, it is difficult to say how far harm and how far good have resulted from what unquestionably has in it something of both. It is to be regretted that Turner's studies should have been warped, by early affection, from the Alps to the Rhine; but the fact of his feeling this early affection, and being thus strongly influenced by it through his life, is indicative of that sensibility which was at the root of all his greatness. Other artists are led away by foreign sublimities and distant interests; delighting always in that which is most markedly strange, and quaintly contrary to the scenery of their homes. But Turner evidently felt that the claims upon his regard possessed by those places which first had opened to him the joy, and the labor, of his life, could never be superseded; no Alpine cloud could efface, no Italian sunbeam outshine, the memory of the pleasant dales and days of Rokeby and Bolton; and many a simple promontory, dim with southern olive,—many a low cliff that stooped unnoticed over some alien wave, was recorded by him with a love, and delicate care, that were the shadows of old thoughts and long-lost delights, whose charm yet hung like morning mist above the chanting waves of Wharfe and Greta.
§ 28. In all these cases, it’s hard to determine how much harm and how much good has come from something that clearly has both aspects. It’s unfortunate that Turner’s studies were skewed, due to his early affections, from the Alps to the Rhine; but the fact that he *felt* this early affection and was strongly influenced by it throughout his life shows the sensitivity that was at the core of all his greatness. Other artists are often drawn away by foreign wonders and distant attractions, always captivated by what is most notably strange and charmingly different from the landscapes of their home. But Turner clearly believed that the places which first introduced him to the joy and labor of his life could never be replaced; no Alpine cloud could erase, no Italian sunlight could outshine, his memories of the lovely valleys and days of Rokeby and Bolton; and many a simple headland, dim with southern olive trees—many a low cliff that leaned unnoticed over some foreign wave—was captured by him with a love and delicate care that reflected old thoughts and long-lost joys, whose allure still lingered like morning mist above the flowing waters of Wharfe and Greta.
§ 29. The first instance, therefore, of Turner's mountain drawing which I endeavored to give accurately, in this book, was from those shores of Wharfe which, I believe, he never could revisit without tears; nay, which for all the latter part of his life, he never could even speak of, but his voice faltered. We will now examine this instance with greater care.
§ 29. The first example of Turner's mountain drawing that I tried to describe accurately in this book was from the shores of Wharfe, which I believe he could never revisit without tearing up; in fact, for the latter part of his life, he couldn’t even talk about it without his voice shaking. Let's take a closer look at this example.
It is first to be remembered that in every one of his English or French drawings, Turner's mind was, in two great instincts, at variance with itself. The affections of it clung, as we have just seen, to humble scenery, and gentle wildness of pastoral life. But the admiration of it was, more than any other artist's whatsoever, fastened on largeness of scale. With all his heart, 249 he was attached to the narrow meadows and rounded knolls of England; by all his imagination he was urged to the reverence of endless vales and measureless hills; nor could any scene be too contracted for his love, or too vast for his ambition. Hence, when he returned to English scenery after his first studies in Savoy and Dauphiné, he was continually endeavoring to reconcile old fondnesses with new sublimities; and, as in Switzerland he chose rounded Alps for the love of Yorkshire, so in Yorkshire he exaggerated scale, in memory of Switzerland, and gave to Ingleborough, seen from Hornby Castle, in great part the expression of cloudy majesty and height which he had seen in the Alps from Grenoble. We must continually remember these two opposite instincts as we examine the Turnerian topography of his subject of Bolton Abbey.
It's important to remember that in every one of his English or French drawings, Turner's mind was conflicted in two major ways. His affections were drawn to humble landscapes and the gentle wildness of pastoral life. But his admiration, more than any other artist's, was focused on grand scale. With all his heart, he loved the narrow meadows and rounded hills of England; yet, his imagination pushed him to revere endless valleys and limitless mountains. No scene was too small for his affection, nor too vast for his ambition. So, when he returned to English scenery after studying in Savoy and Dauphiné, he constantly tried to blend old loves with new grandeur. Just as he chose rounded Alps out of love for Yorkshire, in Yorkshire he exaggerated scale in memory of Switzerland, giving Ingleborough, seen from Hornby Castle, much of the cloudy majesty and height he had seen in the Alps from Grenoble. We must keep in mind these two conflicting instincts as we look at Turner's depiction of Bolton Abbey.
§ 30. The Abbey is placed, as most lovers of our English scenery know well, on a little promontory of level park land, enclosed by one of the sweeps of the Wharfe. On the other side of the river, the flank of the dale rises in a pretty wooded brow, which the river, leaning against, has cut into two or three somewhat bold masses of rock, steep to the water's edge, but feathered above with copse of ash and oak. Above these rocks, the hills are rounded softly upwards to the moorland; the entire height of the brow towards the river being perhaps two hundred feet, and the rocky parts of it not above forty or fifty, so that the general impression upon the eye is that the hill is little more than twice the height of the ruins, or of the groups of noble ash trees which encircle them. One of these groups is conspicuous above the rest, growing on the very shore of the tongue of land which projects into the river, whose clear brown water, stealing first in mere threads between the separate pebbles of shingle, and eddying in soft golden lines towards its central currents, flows out of amber into ebony, and glides calm and deep below the rock on the opposite shore.
§ 30. The Abbey is situated, as many fans of our English scenery know well, on a small promontory of flat parkland, surrounded by one of the bends of the Wharfe. On the other side of the river, the hillside rises into a lovely wooded slope, which the river has carved into two or three somewhat bold masses of rock, steep down to the water's edge, but topped with clusters of ash and oak. Above these rocks, the hills gently rise toward the moorland; the total height of the slope toward the river is about two hundred feet, and the rocky parts are only about forty or fifty feet high, so the overall impression is that the hill is just a bit more than twice the height of the ruins or the groups of magnificent ash trees surrounding them. One of these groups stands out prominently, growing on the very edge of the land that juts into the river, whose clear brown water weaves first in thin threads between the separate pebbles of shingle, and swirls in soft golden lines toward the central currents, flowing from amber into ebony, and gliding calmly and deeply below the rock on the opposite shore.
§ 31. Except in this stony bed of the stream, the scene possesses very little more aspect of mountain character than belongs to some of the park and meadow land under the chalk hills near Henley and Maidenhead; and if it were faithfully drawn in all points, and on its true scale, would hardly more affect the imagination of the spectator, unless he traced, with such care as is 250 never from any spectator to be hoped, the evidence of nobler character in the pebbled shore and unconspicuous rock. But the scene in reality does affect the imagination strongly, and in a way wholly different from lowland hill scenery. A little farther up the valley the limestone summits rise, and that steeply, to a height of twelve hundred feet above the river, which foams between them in the narrow and dangerous channel of the Strid. Noble moorlands extend above, purple with heath, and broken into scars and glens, and around every soft tuft of wood, and gentle extent of meadow, throughout the dale, there floats a feeling of this mountain power, and an instinctive apprehension of the strength and greatness of the wild northern land.
§ 31. Aside from this rocky riverbed, the scene has very little mountain-like character compared to some of the park and meadow areas under the chalk hills near Henley and Maidenhead. If it were accurately captured in every detail and to its actual scale, it wouldn’t strongly impact the imagination of the viewer, unless they were to carefully notice—something no viewer could realistically do—the evidence of a grander character in the pebbly shore and unremarkable rocks. However, the scene does, in reality, have a powerful effect on the imagination, and in a way that is completely different from the scenery of lowland hills. A bit further up the valley, the limestone peaks rise steeply to a height of twelve hundred feet above the river, which rushes through the narrow and treacherous channel of the Strid. Majestic moorlands spread above, bathed in purple heather, and marked by cliffs and glens, and around every soft cluster of trees and gentle stretch of meadow throughout the valley, there’s a sense of this mountainous strength and an instinctive awareness of the wild northern land's power and grandeur.
§ 32. It is to the association of this power and border sternness with the sweet peace and tender decay of Bolton Priory, that the scene owes its distinctive charm. The feelings excited by both characters are definitely connected by the melancholy tradition of the circumstances to which the Abbey owes its origin; and yet farther darkened by the nearer memory of the death, in the same spot which betrayed the boy of Egremont, of another, as young, as thoughtless, and as beloved.
§ 32. The unique charm of this scene comes from the combination of the power and sternness of the border with the sweet peace and gentle decay of Bolton Priory. The emotions stirred by both elements are closely linked to the sad tradition surrounding the Abbey's origin, and this is further deepened by the recent memory of the death, in the same place that revealed the boy of Egremont, of another young person, just as carefree and just as cherished.
"The stately priory was reared,
And Wharfe, as he moved along,
To matins joined a mournful voice,
Nor failed at evensong."
"The grand priory stood tall,
And Wharfe, as he walked by,
Joined in a sad voice for morning prayers,
"And didn’t miss the evening service."
All this association of various awe, and noble mingling of mountain strength with religious fear, Turner had to suggest, or he would not have drawn Bolton Abbey. He goes down to the shingly shore; for the Abbey is but the child of the Wharfe;—it is the river, the great cause of the Abbey, which shall be his main subject; only the extremity of the ruin itself is seen between the stems of the ash tree; but the waves of the Wharfe are studied with a care which renders this drawing unique among Turner's works, for its expression of the eddies of a slow mountain stream, and of their pausing in treacherous depth beneath the hollowed rocks.
All this blend of awe and the noble combination of mountain strength with religious fear is what Turner sought to convey, or else he wouldn’t have painted Bolton Abbey. He moves down to the rocky shore because the Abbey is just a product of the Wharfe; it’s the river, the true essence of the Abbey, that he will focus on. Only a glimpse of the ruin is visible between the trunks of the ash trees; however, Turner's careful observation of the Wharfe's waves makes this drawing stand out among his works, capturing the swirling motion of a slow mountain stream and how it pauses in deceptive depths beneath the worn rocks.
On the opposite shore is a singular jutting angle of the shales, forming the principal feature of the low cliffs at the water's edge. Turner fastens on it as the only available mass; 251 draws it with notable care, and then magnifies it, by diminishing the trees on its top to one fifth of their real size, so that what would else have been little more than a stony bank becomes a true precipice, on a scale completely suggestive of the heights behind. The hill beyond is in like manner lifted into a more rounded, but still precipitous, eminence, reaching the utmost admissible elevation of ten or twelve hundred feet (measurable by the trees upon it). I have engraved this entire portion of the drawing of the real size, on the opposite page; the engraving of the whole drawing, published in the England Series, is also easily accessible.
On the opposite shore, there’s a unique angle of the shales that stands out, making it the main feature of the low cliffs at the water's edge. Turner focuses on it as the only significant mass; 251 he depicts it with great care and then enlarges it by shrinking the trees on its top to one-fifth of their actual size, turning what would otherwise be just a rocky ledge into a true cliff, on a scale that strongly hints at the heights behind. The hill beyond is similarly raised into a more rounded, yet still steep, peak, reaching the highest possible height of around ten to twelve hundred feet (as measured by the trees on it). I have included this entire part of the drawing at actual size on the opposite page; the full engraving published in the England Series is also readily available.
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12. The Shores of Wharfe. |
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Fig. 83. |
§ 33. Not knowing accurately to what group of the Yorkshire limestones the rocks opposite the Abbey belonged, or their relation to the sandstones at the Strid, I wrote to ask my kind friend Professor Phillips, who instantly sent me a little geological sketch of the position of these "Yoredale Shales," adding this interesting note: "The black shales opposite the Abbey are curiously tinted at the surface, and are contorted. Most artists give them the appearance of solid massive rocks; nor is this altogether wrong, especially when the natural joints of the shale appear prominent after particular accidents; they should, however, never be made to resemble [i.e. in solidity] limestone or gritstone."
§ 33. Not knowing exactly which group of the Yorkshire limestones the rocks across from the Abbey belonged to, or how they related to the sandstones at the Strid, I reached out to my good friend Professor Phillips. He quickly sent me a small geological sketch showing the position of these "Yoredale Shales," along with this interesting note: "The black shales opposite the Abbey have a curious tint at the surface and are twisted. Most artists depict them as solid, massive rocks; while this isn't entirely incorrect, especially when the natural joints of the shale stand out after certain events, they should never be made to look like [i.e. in solidity] limestone or gritstone."
Now the Yoredale shales are members of the group of rocks which I have called slaty coherents, and correspond very closely to those portions of the Alpine slates described in Chap. X. § 4; their main character is continual separation into fine flakes, more or less of Dante's "iron-colored grain;" which, however, on a large scale, form those somewhat solid-looking masses to which Mr. Phillips alludes in his letter, and which he describes, in his recently published Geology, in the following general terms: "The shales of this tract are usually dark, close, and fissile, and traversed by extremely long straight joints, dividing 252 the rock into rhomboidal prisms" (i.e. prisms of the shape c, Fig. 83, in the section).
Now the Yoredale shales are part of the group of rocks I've termed slaty coherents, and they closely resemble those parts of the Alpine slates discussed in Chap. X. § 4; their main feature is the constant separation into fine flakes, similar to Dante's "iron-colored grain;" which, however, on a larger scale, form those somewhat solid-looking masses that Mr. Phillips mentions in his letter, and which he describes, in his recently published Geology, in the following general terms: "The shales of this area are usually dark, tight, and fissile, and are crossed by very long straight joints, dividing 252 the rock into rhomboidal prisms" (i.e. prisms shaped like c, Fig. 83, in the section).
§ 34. Turner had, therefore, these four things to show:—1. Flaky division horizontally; 2. Division by rhomboidal joints; 3. Massy appearance occasionally, somewhat concealing the structure; 4. Local contortion of the beds. (See passage quoted of Mr. Phillips's letter).
§ 34. Turner had, therefore, these four things to demonstrate:—1. Horizontal flaky layers; 2. Division by diamond-shaped joints; 3. A bulky appearance at times, somewhat hiding the structure; 4. Local distortion of the layers. (See passage quoted from Mr. Phillips's letter).
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Fig. 84. |
Examine, then, the plate just given (12 A). The cleavage of the shales runs diagonally up from left to right; note especially how delicately it runs up through the foreground rock, and is insisted upon, just at the brow of it, in the angular step-like fragments; compare also the etching in the first volume. Then note the upright pillars in the distance, marked especially as rhomboidal by being drawn with the cleavage still sloping up on the returning side, as at a, Fig. 83, not as at b, which would be their aspect if they were square; and then the indication of interruption in the structure at the brow of the main cliff, where, as well as on the nearer mass, exposure to the weather has rounded away the cleavages.
Examine the plate just provided (12 A). The shales' cleavage runs diagonally from left to right; pay special attention to how gently it moves through the foreground rock, emphasized by the angular, step-like fragments at its edge. Compare this with the etching in the first volume. Also, note the upright pillars in the distance, particularly how they are drawn in a rhomboidal shape because the cleavage still slopes up on the returning side, as seen at a, Fig. 83, unlike b, which would be their appearance if they were square. Finally, observe the interruption in the structure at the edge of the main cliff, where both this and the closer mass have had their cleavages rounded off by exposure to the weather.
This projection, as before mentioned, does exist at the spot; and I believe is partly an indication of the contortion in the beds alluded to by Mr. Phillips; but no one but Turner would have fastened on it, as in anywise deserving special attention.
This projection, as mentioned earlier, does exist at that location; and I believe it is partly a sign of the distortion in the layers that Mr. Phillips referred to; but no one except Turner would have focused on it as being worth special attention.
For the rest, no words are of any use to explain the subtle fidelity with which the minor roundings and cleavages have been expressed by him. Fidelity of this kind can only be estimated by workers: if the reader can himself draw a bit of natural precipice in Yoredale shale, and then copy a bit of the etching, he will find some measure of the difference between Turner's work and other people's, and not otherwise; although, without any such labor, he may at once perceive that there is a difference, and a wide one,—so wide, that I have literally nothing 253 to compare the Turnerian work with in previous art. Here, however, Fig. 84, is a rock of Claude's (Liber Veritatis, No. 91, on the left hand), which is something of the shape of Turner's, and professes to be crested in like manner with copse-wood. The reader may "compare" as much as he likes, or can, of it.
For the rest, no words can effectively explain the subtle accuracy with which he has expressed the minor curves and splits. This kind of precision can only be appreciated by those who work with it: if the reader can sketch a bit of natural cliff in Yoredale shale and then replicate a bit of the etching, they will find some understanding of the difference between Turner's work and that of others, and not any other way; although, without any such effort, they may immediately notice that there is a difference, and a significant one—so significant that I literally have nothing to compare Turner’s work with in earlier art. Here, however, 253 is a rock by Claude (Liber Veritatis, No. 91, on the left), which resembles Turner's and claims to be topped in a similar way with shrubbery. The reader may "compare" as much as they like or can with it.
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Fig. 85. |
§ 35. In fact, as I said some time ago, the whole landscape of Claude was nothing but a more or less softened continuance of the old traditions of missal-painting, of which I gave examples in the previous volume. The general notion of rock which may be traced in the earliest work, as Figs. 1 and 2 in Plate 10 Vol. III. is of an upright mass cut out with an adze; as art advances, the painters begin to perceive horizontal stratification, and, as in all the four other examples of that plate, show something like true rendering of the fracture of rocks in vertical joints with superimposed projecting masses. They insist on this type, thinking it frowning or picturesque, and usually exhibit it to more advantage by putting a convent, hermitage, or castle on the projection of the crag. In the blue backgrounds of the missals the projection is often wildly extravagant; for instance, the MS. Additional, 11,696 Brit. Mus., has all its backgrounds composed of blue rocks with towers upon them, of which Fig. 85 is a characteristic example (magnified in scale about one-third; but, I think, rather diminished in extravagance of projection). It is infinitely better drawn than Claude's rocks ever are, in the expression of cleavage; but certainly somewhat too bold in standing. Then, in more elaborate work, we get conditions of precipice like Fig. 3 in Plate 10, which, indeed, is not ill-drawn in many respects; and the book from which it is taken shows other evidences of a love of nature sufficiently rare at the period, though joined quaintly with love of the grotesque: for instance, the writer, giving an account of the natural productions of Saxony, illustrates his chapter with a 254 view of the salt mines; he represents the brine-spring, conducted by a wooden trough from the rock into an evaporating-house where it is received in a pan, under which he has painted scarlet flames of fire with singular skill; and the rock out of which the brine flows is in its general cleavages the best I ever saw drawn by mediæval art. But it is carefully wrought to the resemblance of a grotesque human head.
§ 35. As I mentioned a while ago, Claude's entire landscape is just a more or less softened continuation of the old traditions of missal painting, which I provided examples of in the previous volume. The general idea of rock in the earliest works, as seen in Figs. 1 and 2 in Plate 10 Vol. III, is of a vertical mass carved out with an adze; as art evolves, the painters start to notice horizontal layers, and as shown in all four other examples of that plate, they demonstrate a somewhat accurate portrayal of the fractures in rocks, with vertical joints and layered protruding masses. They focus on this style, considering it dramatic or picturesque, and usually showcase it better by placing a convent, hermitage, or castle on the ledge of the cliff. In the blue backgrounds of the missals, the projections can often be wildly exaggerated; for example, the MS. Additional, 11,696 Brit. Mus., features all its backgrounds made up of blue rocks with towers on them, of which Fig. 85 is a prime example (magnified by about one-third, though it seems somewhat less extravagant in projection). It's drawn significantly better than Claude's rocks ever are when it comes to expressing cleavage; however, it is definitely a bit too bold in its stance. Then, in more detailed works, we encounter cliff-like conditions, as shown in Fig. 3 in Plate 10, which isn’t poorly drawn in many ways; and the book from which it's taken exhibits other signs of a love for nature that was quite rare at the time, albeit oddly combined with an appreciation for the grotesque: for instance, the author, while describing the natural resources of Saxony, illustrates his chapter with a view of the salt mines; he depicts the brine spring, flowing through a wooden trough from the rock into an evaporating house where it's collected in a pan, below which he has skillfully painted scarlet flames; and the rock from which the brine emerges is, in its general cleavage, the best representation I've ever seen from medieval art. But it's meticulously shaped to resemble a grotesque human head.
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Fig. 86. |
§ 36. This bolder quaintness of the missals is very slightly modified in religious paintings of the period. Fig. 86, by Cima da Conegliano, a Venetian, No. 173 in the Louvre, compared with Fig. 3 of Plate 10 (Flemish), will show the kind of received tradition about rocks current throughout Europe. Claude takes up this tradition, and, merely making the rocks a little clumsier, and more weedy, produces such conditions as Fig. 87 (Liber Veritatis, No. 91, with Fig. 84 above); while the orthodox door or archway at the bottom is developed into the Homeric cave, shaded with laurels, and some ships are put underneath it, or seen through it, at impossible anchorages.
§ 36. This bolder uniqueness of the missals is only slightly adjusted in the religious paintings of the time. Fig. 86, by Cima da Conegliano, a Venetian, No. 173 in the Louvre, compared with Fig. 3 of Plate 10 (Flemish), will illustrate the kind of accepted tradition about rocks that was widespread throughout Europe. Claude builds on this tradition, and by simply making the rocks a bit clumsier and more overgrown, creates conditions like Fig. 87 (Liber Veritatis, No. 91, with Fig. 84 above); while the standard door or archway at the bottom is transformed into the Homeric cave, shaded with laurels, and some ships are placed beneath it or seen through it, at impossible anchorages.
§ 37. Fig. 87 is generally characteristic, not only of Claude, but of the other painters of the Renaissance period, because they were all equally fond of representing this overhanging of rocks with buildings on the top, and weeds drooping into the air over the edge, always thinking to get sublimity by exaggerating the projection, and never able to feel or understand the simplicity of real rock lines; not that they were in want of examples around them: on the contrary, though the main idea was traditional, the modifications of it are always traceable to the lower 255 masses of limestone and tufa which skirt the Alps and Apennines, and which have, in reality, long contracted habits of nodding over their bases; being, both by Virgil and Homer, spoken of always as "hanging" or "over-roofed" rocks. But then they have a way of doing it rather different from the Renaissance ideas of them. Here, for instance (Plate 41), is a real hanging rock, with a castle on the top of it, and (κατηρεφής) laurel, all plain fact, from Arona, on the Lago Maggiore; and, I believe, the reader, though we have not as yet said anything about lines, will at once, on comparing it with Fig. 87, recognize the difference between the true parabolic flow of the rock-lines and the humpbacked deformity of Claude; and, still more, the difference between the delicate overhanging of the natural cliff, cautiously diminished as it gets higher87, and the ideal danger of the Liber Veritatis.
§ 37. Fig. 87 is typical not just of Claude, but also of other Renaissance painters, as they all shared a common affection for depicting overhanging rocks with buildings perched on top, and weeds drooping into the air at the edges. They always aimed to convey grandeur by exaggerating the projection, unable to appreciate the simplicity of real rock lines. They had plenty of examples around them; in fact, while the main idea was traditional, the variations could be traced back to the lower masses of limestone and tufa that line the Alps and Apennines, which have genuinely developed a habit of jutting over their bases. Virgil and Homer often referred to these rocks as "hanging" or "over-roofed." However, they interpreted it quite differently compared to Renaissance artists. For instance (Plate 41), here’s a genuine hanging rock with a castle on top, featuring (unresponsive) laurel, which is all straightforward fact from Arona on Lago Maggiore. I believe that, even though we haven't discussed lines yet, the reader will immediately notice the difference between the true parabolic flow of the rock lines and the awkward distortion of Claude when comparing it with Fig. 87. Moreover, the contrast between the delicate overhang of the natural cliff, which gradually diminishes higher up87, and the exaggerated danger in the Liber Veritatis is even more pronounced.
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41. The Rocks of Arona. |
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Fig. 87. |
§ 38. And the fact is, generally, that natural cliffs are very cautious how they overhang, and that the artist who represents them as doing so in any extravagant degree entirely destroys the sublimity which he hoped to increase, for the simple reason that he takes away the whole rock-nature, or at least that part of it which depends upon weight. The instinct of the observer refuses to believe that the rock is ponderous when it overhangs so far, and it has no more real effect upon him than the imagined rocks of a fairy tale.
§ 38. The truth is, in general, natural cliffs are very careful about how much they overhang, and when an artist shows them overhanging too dramatically, it completely undermines the sense of awe they intended to create. This happens because they remove the essence of the rock's mass, or at least the part that makes it feel heavy. The observer's instinct doesn’t accept that the rock is heavy when it juts out so far, and it feels as unreal to them as the fictional rocks from a fairy tale.
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Fig. 88. |
Though, therefore, the subject sketched on this page is sufficiently trifling in itself, it is important as a perfect general type of the overhanging of that kind of precipices, and of the mode in which they are connected with the banks above. Fig. 88 257 shows its abstract leading lines, consisting of one great parabolic line x y falling to the brow, curved aqueous lines down the precipice face, and the springing lines of its vegetation, opposed by contrary curves on the farther cliff. Such an arrangement, with or without vegetation, may take place on a small or large scale; but a bolder projection than this, except by rare accident, and on a small scale, cannot. If the reader will glance back to Plate 37, and observe the arrangement of the precipices on the right hand, he will now better understand what Turner means by them. But the whole question of the beauty of this form, or mode of its development, rests on the nature of the bank above the cliffs, and of the aqueous forces that carved it; and this discussion of the nature of banks, as it will take some time, had better be referred to next chapter. One or two more points are, however, to be stated here.
Though the topic discussed on this page may seem trivial, it's significant as a perfect example of the type of cliffs we're describing, and how they connect to the land above. Fig. 88 257 shows its main lines, featuring one large parabolic line x y descending to the edge, curved water-like lines down the cliff face, and the lines of vegetation that spring up, contrasted by opposing curves on the cliff across. This arrangement, with or without vegetation, can occur on both small and large scales; however, a more pronounced projection than this typically only happens by rare chance and on a smaller scale. If the reader looks back at Plate 37 and observes the layout of the cliffs on the right side, they will have a better understanding of what Turner is referring to. Yet, the entire question of the beauty of this shape, or how it develops, hinges on the characteristics of the land above the cliffs and the water forces that shaped it; discussing the nature of these banks will take some time and is better left for the next chapter. There are, however, a couple more points to address here.
§ 39. For the reader has probably been already considering how it is that these overhanging cliffs are formed at all, and why they appear thus to be consumed away at the bottom. Sometimes if of soft material they actually are so consumed by the quicker trickling of streamlets at the base than at the summit, or by the general action of damp in decomposing the rock. But in the noblest instances, such cliffs are constructed as at c in Fig. 73, above, and the inward retirement of the precipice is the result of their tendency to break at right angles to the beds, modified according to the power of the rock to support itself, and the aqueous action from above or below.
§ 39. The reader has probably been thinking about how these towering cliffs actually form and why they seem to be eroding at the bottom. Sometimes, if the material is soft, they really are worn away more quickly at the base by the faster flow of streams than at the top, or by moisture breaking down the rock. However, in the most impressive cases, such cliffs are formed as described in c in Fig. 73, above, and the inward retreat of the cliff face happens because they tend to break at right angles to the layers, influenced by how well the rock can support itself and the water action from above or below.
I have before alluded (in p. 157) to this somewhat perilous arrangement permitted in the secondary strata. The danger, be it observed, is not of the fall of the brow of the precipice, which never takes place on a large scale in rocks of this kind (compare § 3 of this chapter), but of the sliding of one bed completely away from another, and the whole mass coming down together. But even this, though it has several times occurred in Switzerland, is not a whit more likely to happen when the precipice is terrific than when it is insignificant. The danger results from the imperfect adhesion of the mountain beds; not at all from the external form of them. A cliff, which is in aspect absolutely awful, may hardly, in the part of it that overhangs, add one thousandth part to the gravitating power of the entire mass of 258 the rocks above; and, for the comfort of nervous travellers, they may be assured that they are often in more danger under the gentle slopes of a pleasantly wooded hill, than under the most terrific cliffs of the Eiger or Jungfrau.
I have previously mentioned (in p. 157) this somewhat risky setup found in the secondary layers. The real danger isn’t from a large-scale collapse of the edge of the cliff, which doesn’t happen much with this type of rock (see § 3 of this chapter), but rather from one layer sliding completely away from another, causing the entire mass to come down at once. However, even though this has happened several times in Switzerland, it’s no more likely to happen on a terrifying cliff than on a smaller one. The danger comes from the weak bonding of the rock layers, not their outward appearance. A cliff that looks really intimidating may hardly increase the gravitational pull of the rocks above it, and to ease the minds of anxious travelers, they can take comfort in knowing that they are often more at risk under the gentle slopes of a nicely wooded hill than beneath the most daunting cliffs of the Eiger or Jungfrau.
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Fig. 89. |
§ 40. The most interesting examples of these cliffs are usually to be seen impendent above strong torrents, which, if forced originally to run in a valley, such as a in Fig. 89, bearing the relation there shown to the inclination of beds on each side, will not, if the cleavage is across the beds, cut their channel straight down, but in an inclined direction, correspondent to the cleavage, as at b. If the operation be carried far, so as to undermine one side of the ravine too seriously, the undermined masses fall, partially choke the torrent, and give it a new direction of force, or diminish its sawing power by breaking it among the fallen masses, so that the cliff never becomes very high in such an impendent form; but the trench is hewn downwards in a direction irregularly vertical. Among the limestones on the north side of the Valles, they being just soft enough to yield easily to the water, and yet so hard as to maintain themselves in massy precipices, when once hewn to the shape, there are defiles of whose depth and proportions I am almost afraid to state what I believe to be the measurements, so much do they differ from any which I have seen assigned by scientific men as the limits of precipitous formation. I can only say that my deliberate impression of the great ravine cut by the torrent which descends from the Aletsch glacier, about half way between the glacier and Brieg, was, that its depth is between a thousand and fifteen hundred feet, by a breadth of between forty and a hundred.
§ 40. The most fascinating examples of these cliffs are typically seen towering over strong torrents, which, if they were originally forced to flow in a valley, like a in Fig. 89, and maintain the relationship shown there to the slope of the beds on each side, won’t cut their channel straight down if the cleavage is across the beds. Instead, they will flow in an inclined direction corresponding to the cleavage, as at b. If this process continues extensively, undermining one side of the ravine too severely, the weakened masses will collapse, partially block the torrent, and alter its force or reduce its cutting power by mixing it with the fallen debris, so the cliff never becomes very high in that steep form; rather, the trench is carved downwards in an irregularly vertical manner. Among the limestones on the north side of the Valles, which are just soft enough to easily yield to the water yet hard enough to hold up as massive cliffs, there are narrow passages of depth and proportions that I hesitate to state as I believe them to be, as they greatly differ from any measurements I have seen listed by scientists as the limits of steep formations. I can only say that my considered impression of the deep ravine created by the torrent flowing from the Aletsch glacier, about halfway between the glacier and Brieg, is that its depth is between one thousand and fifteen hundred feet, with a width of between forty and a hundred.
But I could not get to the edge of its cliffs, for the tops rounded away into the chasm, and, of course, all actual measurement was impossible. There are other similar clefts between the Bietschhorn and the Gemmi; and the one before spoken of at Ardon, about five miles below Sion, though quite unimportant in comparison, presents some boldly overhanging precipices easily observed by the passing traveller, as they are close to the road. The glen through which the torrent of the Trient descends into the valley of the Rhone, near Martigny, though not above three or four hundred feet deep, is also notable for its narrowness, and for the magnificent hardness of the rock through which it is cut,—a gneiss twisted with quartz into undulations like those of a Damascus sabre, and as compact as its steel.
But I couldn’t reach the edge of its cliffs, since the tops sloped away into the chasm, and, of course, any actual measurement was impossible. There are other similar gaps between the Bietschhorn and the Gemmi; and the one mentioned earlier at Ardon, about five miles below Sion, while not very significant in comparison, features some bold overhanging cliffs that are easily seen by passing travelers since they’re close to the road. The gorge through which the Trient river flows down into the Rhone valley, near Martigny, though not more than three or four hundred feet deep, is also remarkable for its narrowness and for the impressive solidity of the rock it’s carved through—a gneiss twisted with quartz into undulations like those of a Damascus sword, and as solid as its steel.
§ 41. It is not possible to get the complete expression of these ravines, any more than of the apse of a Gothic cathedral, into a picture, as their elevation cannot be drawn on a vertical plane in front of the eye, the head needing to be thrown back, in order to measure their height, or stooped to penetrate their depth. But the structure and expression of the entrance to one of them have been made by Turner the theme of his sublime mountain-study (Mill near the Grande Chartreuse) in the Liber Studiorum; nor does he seem ever to have been weary of recurring for various precipice-subject, to the ravines of the Via Mala and St. Gothard. I will not injure any of these—his noblest works—by giving imperfect copies of them; the reader has now data enough whereby to judge, when he meets with them, whether they are well done or ill; and, indeed, all that I am endeavoring to do here, as often aforesaid, is only to get some laws of the simplest kind understood and accepted, so as to enable people who care at all for justice to make a stand at once beside the modern mountain-drawing, as distinguished from Salvator's, or Claude's, or any other spurious work. Take, for instance, such a law as this of the general oblique inclination of a torrent's sides, Fig. 89, and compare the Turnerian gorge in the distance of Plate 21 here, or of the Grande Chartreuse subject in the Liber Studiorum, and consider whether anywhere else in art you can find similar expressions of the law.
§ 41. It's impossible to capture the full essence of these ravines, just as you can’t fully convey the apse of a Gothic cathedral in a picture. Their height can't be drawn on a flat surface right in front of you; you have to tilt your head back to see how tall they are or bend down to appreciate their depth. But Turner made the structure and expression of the entrance to one of them the focus of his stunning mountain study (Mill near the Grande Chartreuse) in the Liber Studiorum. He never seemed tired of revisiting the ravines of the Via Mala and St. Gothard for different cliff subjects. I won’t undermine any of these incredible works by giving incomplete reproductions of them; the reader now has enough information to judge for themselves when they encounter them, whether they are well-executed or not. In truth, all I’m trying to do here, as mentioned before, is to clarify and establish some basic principles so that those who care about accuracy can quickly recognize modern mountain depictions, distinguishing them from works by Salvator, Claude, or any other imitative pieces. For instance, consider the law regarding the general slant of a torrent’s sides, Fig. 89, and compare that to the Turnerian gorge in the distance of Plate 21 here, or to the Grande Chartreuse subject in the Liber Studiorum, and think about whether you can find similar representations of the law anywhere else in art.
"Well; but you have come to no conclusions in this chapter 260 respecting the Beauty of Precipices; and that was your professed business with them."
"Well, you haven’t reached any conclusions in this chapter 260 about the Beauty of Precipices, which is what you said you wanted to discuss."
I am not sure that the idea of beauty was meant in general to be very strictly connected with such mountain forms: one does not, instinctively, speak or think of a "Beautiful Precipice." They have, however, their beauty, and it is infinite; yet so dependent on help or change from other things, on the way the pines crest them, or the waterfalls color them, or the clouds isolate them, that I do not choose to dwell here on any of their perfect aspects, as they cannot be reasoned of by anticipating inquiries into other materials of landscape.
I’m not sure that the concept of beauty was really intended to be closely tied to mountain shapes: people don’t typically refer to a "Beautiful Precipice" by instinct. They do have their own beauty, which is endless; however, it relies heavily on support or alteration from other elements, like how the pines top them, how the waterfalls color them, or how the clouds set them apart. Therefore, I won’t focus on any of their ideal features, as they can't be understood through predictions about other aspects of the landscape.
Thus, I have much to say of the cliffs of Grindelwald and the Chartreuse, but all so dependent upon certain facts belonging to pine vegetation, that I am compelled to defer it to the next volume; nor do I much regret this; because it seems to me that, without any setting forth, or rather beyond all setting forth, the Alpine precipices have a fascination about them which is sufficiently felt by the spectator in general, and even by the artist; only they have not been properly drawn, because people do not usually attribute the magnificence of their effect to the trifling details which really are its elements; and, therefore, in common drawings of Swiss scenery we see all kinds of efforts at sublimity by exaggeration of the projection of the mass, or by obscurity, or blueness or aerial tint,—by everything, in fact, except the one needful thing,—plain drawing of the rock. Therefore in this chapter I have endeavored to direct the reader to a severe mathematical estimate of precipice outline, and to make him dwell, not on the immediately pathetic or impressive aspect of cliffs, which all men feel readily enough, but on their internal structure. For he may rest assured that, as the Matterhorn is built of mica flakes, so every great pictorial impression in scenery of this kind is to be reached by little and little; the cliff must be built in the picture as it was probably in reality—inch by inch; and the work will, in the end, have most power which was begun with most patience. No man is fit to paint Swiss scenery until he can place himself front to front with one of those mighty crags, in broad daylight, with no "effect" to aid him, and work it out, boss by boss, only with such conventionality as its infinitude renders unavoidable. We 261 have seen that a literal facsimile is impossible, just as a literal facsimile of the carving of an entire cathedral front is impossible. But it is as vain to endeavor to give any conception of an Alpine cliff without minuteness of detail, and by mere breadth of effect, as it would be to give a conception of the façades of Rouen or Rheims, without indicating any statues or foliation. When the statues and foliation are once got, as much blue mist and thundercloud as you choose, but not before.
So, I have a lot to say about the cliffs of Grindelwald and the Chartreuse, but it's all tied to specific facts about pine vegetation, which means I have to save it for the next volume; I’m not too upset about this, because I believe that, without much explanation, the Alpine cliffs already have a captivating quality that is felt by anyone who sees them, and even by artists. The problem is they haven't been accurately depicted, because people typically don’t connect the stunning impact of these cliffs to the seemingly insignificant details that actually make up that effect. As a result, in most drawings of Swiss landscapes, we see all sorts of attempts at greatness through exaggerated shapes, obscurity, or bluish tones—essentially everything except for the one critical element—accurate drawings of the rock itself. That's why in this chapter, I've tried to guide the reader toward a precise mathematical understanding of cliff outlines and to focus not on the immediate emotional or striking appearance of the cliffs, which everyone easily gets, but on their internal structure. They can be sure that just as the Matterhorn is made of mica flakes, every strong visual impression in this kind of scenery is built up gradually; the cliff must be represented in the picture just as it was likely formed in reality—inch by inch; and the artwork will ultimately be more powerful if it starts with the most patience. No one is ready to paint Swiss scenery until they can stand face-to-face with one of those massive cliffs in broad daylight, without any “effects” to help them, and work it out, layer by layer, sticking to the basic forms that its enormity makes unavoidable. We’ve seen that a direct copy is impossible, just as creating an exact replica of the entire front of a cathedral is unfeasible. But trying to convey the essence of an Alpine cliff without detailed precision, relying just on broad effect, is as futile as trying to depict the façades of Rouen or Rheims without mentioning any statues or intricate details. Once the statues and details are included, you can add as much blue mist and thundercloud as you want, but not before.
§ 43. I commend, therefore, in conclusion, the precipice to the artist's patience; to which there is this farther and final encouragement, that, though one of the most difficult of subjects, it is one of the kindest of sitters. A group of trees changes the color of its leafage from week to week, and its position from day to day; it is sometimes languid with heat, and sometimes heavy with rain; the torrent swells or falls in shower or sun; the best leaves of the foreground may be dined upon by cattle, or trampled by unwelcome investigators of the chosen scene. But the cliff can neither be eaten nor trampled down; neither bowed by the shower nor withered by the heat: it is always ready for us when we are inclined to labor; will always wait for us when we would rest; and, what is best of all, will always talk to us when we are inclined to converse. With its own patient and victorious presence, cleaving daily through cloud after cloud, and reappearing still through the tempest drift, lofty and serene amidst the passing rents of blue, it seems partly to rebuke, and partly to guard, and partly to calm and chasten, the agitations of the feeble human soul that watches it; and that must be indeed a dark perplexity, or a grievous pain, which will not be in some degree enlightened or relieved by the vision of it, when the evening shadows are blue on its foundation, and the last rays of the sunset resting in the fair height of its golden Fortitude.
§ 43. So, in conclusion, I encourage the artist's patience; and here's one last boost: even though it’s one of the hardest subjects to tackle, it’s also one of the most accommodating sitters. A group of trees changes its leaf color week by week and shifts its position day by day; sometimes it droops from the heat, and other times it’s weighed down by rain; the stream rises or falls in the rain or sun; the best leaves in the foreground might be grazed by cattle or trampled by unwanted visitors to the chosen scene. But the cliff can’t be eaten or flattened; it isn’t bent by rain or scorched by heat: it’s always ready for us when we want to work; it will always wait for us when we want to relax; and best of all, it will always engage us when we feel like talking. With its own patient and triumphant presence, cutting through clouds day after day, and still appearing through stormy skies, tall and peaceful among the fleeting glimpses of blue, it seems to both challenge and protect us, while calming and tempering the restlessness of the fragile human spirit that observes it; and it surely must be a deep confusion or a heavy sorrow that isn't somehow eased or brightened by seeing it, when the evening shadows cast blue upon its base, and the last rays of sunset rest on the beautiful height of its golden Strength.
80 Distinguished from a crest by being the face of a large contiguous bed of rock, not the end of a ridge.
80 Different from a crest as it represents the face of a large continuous rock formation, rather than the tip of a ridge.
81 The contour of the whole cliff, seen from near its foot as it rises above the shoulder of the Breven, is as at Fig. 76 opposite. The part measured is a d; but the precipice recedes to the summit b, on which a human figure is discernible to the naked eye merely as a point. The bank from which the cliff rises, c, recedes as it falls to the left; so that five hundred feet may perhaps be an under-estimate of the height below the summit. The straight sloping lines are cleavages, across the beds. Finally, Fig. 4, Plate 25, gives the look of the whole summit as seen from the village of Chamouni beneath it, at a distance of about two miles, and some four or five thousand feet above the spectator. It appears, then, like a not very formidable projection of crag overhanging the great slopes of the mountain's foundation.
81 The shape of the entire cliff, viewed from near its base as it rises above the shoulder of the Breven, is as depicted at Fig. 76. The measured section is a d; however, the cliff retreats to the peak b, where a person can only be seen as a tiny dot with the naked eye. The ground from which the cliff rises, c, slopes back as it goes to the left; thus, five hundred feet might actually underestimate the height below the peak. The straight sloping lines are cracks across the rock layers. Finally, Fig. 4, Plate 25, shows what the entire summit looks like from the village of Chamouni below it, about two miles away, and roughly four or five thousand feet higher than the viewer. It seems like a not very intimidating outcrop of rock jutting out over the steep slopes of the mountain's base.
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Fig. 76. |
83 Professor Forbes gives the bearing of the Cervin from the top of the Riffelhorn as 351°, or N. 9° W., supposing local attraction to have caused an error of 65° to the northward, which would make the true bearing N. 74° W. From the point just under the Riffelhorn summit, e, in Fig. 78, at which my drawing was made, I found the Cervin bear N. 79° W. without any allowance for attraction; the disturbing influence would seem therefore confined, or nearly so, to the summit a. I did not know at the time that there was any such influence traceable, and took no bearing from the summit. For the rest, I cannot vouch for bearings as I can for angles, as their accuracy was of no importance to my work, and I merely noted them with a common pocket compass and in the sailor's way (S. by W. and ½ W. & C.), which involves the probability of error of from two to three degrees on either side of the true bearing. The other drawing in Plate 38 was made from a point only a degree or two to the westward of the village of Zermatt. I have no note of the bearing; but it must be about S. 60° or 65° W.
83 Professor Forbes indicates that the bearing of the Cervin from the top of the Riffelhorn is 351°, or N. 9° W., assuming that local attraction created an error of 65° to the north, which would mean the true bearing is N. 74° W. From the spot just below the Riffelhorn summit, e, where I made my drawing, I found the Cervin's bearing to be N. 79° W without any adjustments for attraction; it seems the disturbing influence is mostly, if not exclusively, at the summit a. At the time, I was unaware there was any traceable influence and didn’t take a bearing from the summit. As for the rest, I can guarantee the angles but not the bearings, as their accuracy was not critical for my work. I noted them with a standard pocket compass using a sailor's method (S. by W. and ½ W & C), leading to a possible error of two to three degrees on either side of the true bearing. The other drawing in Plate 38 was created from a point just a degree or two west of the village of Zermatt. I don't have a note of the bearing, but it should be around S. 60° or 65° W.
84 Independent travellers may perhaps be glad to know the way to the top of the Riffelhorn. I believe there is only one path; which ascends (from the ridge of the Riffel) on its eastern slope, until, near the summit, the low but perfectly smooth cliff, extending from side to side of the ridge, seems, as on the western slope, to bar all farther advance. This cliff may, however, by a good climber, be mastered even at the southern extremity; but it is dangerous there: at the opposite or northern side of it, just at its base, is a little cornice, about a foot broad, which does not look promising at first, but widens presently; and when once it is past, there is no more difficulty in reaching the summit.
84 Independent travelers might be pleased to know how to get to the top of the Riffelhorn. I believe there’s just one trail that goes up the eastern slope from the Riffel ridge until, close to the summit, a low but perfectly smooth cliff stretches across the ridge and seems to block any further progress, similar to the western slope. However, a skilled climber can get past this cliff at its southern end, although it is risky there: on the northern side, right at the base, there’s a small ledge about a foot wide that doesn’t seem very welcoming at first but widens up ahead; once you get past it, reaching the summit is straightforward.
85 I ought before to have mentioned Madame de Genlis as one of the few writers whose influence was always exerted to restore to truthful feelings, and persuade to simple enjoyments and pursuits, the persons accessible to reason in the frivolous world of her times.
85 I should have mentioned Madame de Genlis earlier as one of the few writers who consistently worked to bring back genuine emotions and encourage straightforward pleasures and activities for those who were open to reason in the superficial world of her era.
86 Veillées du Château, vol. ii.
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87 The actual extent of the projection remaining the same throughout, the angle of suspended slope, for that reason, diminishes as the cliff increases in height.
87 The actual extent of the projection staying the same, the angle of the suspended slope, for that reason, decreases as the cliff gets taller.
CHAPTER XVII.
RESULTING FORMS:—FOURTHLY, BANKS.
§ 1. During all our past investigations of hill form, we have been obliged to refer continually to certain results produced by the action of descending streams or falling stones. The actual contours assumed by any mountain range towards its foot depend usually more upon this torrent sculpture than on the original conformation of the masses; the existing hill side is commonly an accumulation of débris; the existing glen commonly an excavated watercourse; and it is only here and there that portions of rock, retaining impress of their original form, jut from the bank, or shelve across the stream.
§ 1. Throughout all our previous studies on hill shapes, we have constantly needed to reference certain outcomes caused by the movement of flowing streams or falling stones. The actual shapes that any mountain range takes near its base are usually more influenced by this erosion from torrents than by the initial structure of the land; the current hillside is often a buildup of debris; the current valley is usually a carved-out waterway; and it's only occasionally that pieces of rock, still showing signs of their original shape, stick out from the bank or stretch across the stream.
§ 2. Now this sculpture by streams, or by gradual weathering, is the finishing work by which Nature brings her mountain forms into the state in which she intends us generally to observe and love them. The violent convulsion or disruption by which she first raises and separates the masses may frequently be intended to produce impressions of terror rather than of beauty; but the laws which are in constant operation on all noble and enduring scenery must assuredly be intended to produce results grateful to men. Therefore, as in this final pencilling of Nature's we shall probably find her ideas of mountain beauty most definitely expressed, it may be well that, before entering on this part of our subject, we should recapitulate the laws respecting beauty of form which we arrived at in the abstract.
§ 2. This sculpture created by rivers and gradual weathering is the final touch through which Nature shapes her mountains into the forms we are meant to observe and appreciate. The intense upheaval or disruption that initially raises and separates these masses may often evoke feelings of fear rather than beauty; however, the principles that continuously work on all magnificent and lasting landscapes are definitely meant to yield results that people can appreciate. So, as we delve into this final detailing of Nature's work, where her ideas of mountain beauty are likely expressed most clearly, it’s worth summarizing the principles regarding the beauty of form that we discussed abstractly before moving on to this part of our topic.
§ 3. Glancing back to the fourteenth and fifteenth paragraphs of the chapter on Infinity, in the second volume, and to the third and tenth of the chapters on Unity, the reader will find that abstract beauty of form is supposed to depend on continually varied curvatures of line and surface, associated so as to produce an effect of some unity among themselves, and opposed, 263 in order to give them value, by more or less straight or rugged lines.
§ 3. Looking back at the fourteenth and fifteenth paragraphs of the chapter on Infinity in the second volume, as well as the third and tenth of the chapters on Unity, the reader will see that the abstract beauty of form is thought to rely on constantly changing curvatures of lines and surfaces, arranged in a way that creates an impression of some unity among them, and contrasted, to add value, by more or less straight or jagged lines. 263
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Fig. 90. |
The reader will, perhaps, here ask why, if both the straight and curved lines are necessary, one should be considered more beautiful than the other. Exactly as we consider light beautiful and darkness ugly, in the abstract, though both are essential to all beauty. Darkness mingled with color gives the delight of its depth or power; even pure blackness, in spots or chequered patterns, is often exquisitely delightful; and yet we do not therefore consider, in the abstract, blackness to be beautiful.
The reader might wonder why, if both straight and curved lines are necessary, one is seen as more beautiful than the other. Just as we view light as beautiful and darkness as ugly in the abstract, even though both are essential for beauty. Darkness mixed with color provides depth and richness; even pure blackness, in patches or patterned designs, can often be incredibly pleasing. Yet, we still don't consider blackness to be beautiful in an abstract sense.
Just in the same way straightness mingled with curvature, that is to say, the close approximation of part of any curve to a straight line, gives to such curve all its spring, power, and nobleness: and even perfect straightness, limiting curves, or opposing them, is often pleasurable: yet, in the abstract, straightness is always ugly, and curvature always beautiful.
Just like straight lines blend with curves, meaning the way a part of any curve gets really close to a straight line gives that curve all its energy, strength, and grace: and even perfect straight lines, which limit or counterbalance curves, can be enjoyable: still, in theory, straight lines are always unattractive, while curves are always beautiful.
Thus, in the figure at the side, the eye will instantly prefer the semicircle to the straight line; the trefoil (composed of three semicircles) to the triangle; and the cinqfoil to the pentagon. The mathematician may perhaps feel an opposite preference; but he must be conscious that he does so under the influence of feelings quite different from those with which he would admire (if he ever does admire) a picture or statue; and that if he could free himself from those associations, his judgment of the relative agreeableness of the forms would be altered. He may rest assured that, by the natural instinct of the eye and thought, the preference is given instantly, and always, to the curved form; and that no human being of unprejudiced perceptions would desire to substitute triangles for the ordinary shapes of clover leaves, or pentagons for those of potentillas.
Thus, in the figure on the side, the eye will immediately prefer the semicircle to the straight line; the trefoil (made up of three semicircles) to the triangle; and the cinqfoil to the pentagon. A mathematician might feel the opposite preference, but they must realize that this feeling comes from a completely different set of emotions than those they would use to appreciate (if they ever do appreciate) a painting or sculpture; and that if they could detach themselves from those associations, their judgment about the relative attractiveness of the shapes would change. They can be sure that, through the natural instinct of the eye and mind, the preference is given instantly and always to the curved form; and that no one with unbiased perceptions would want to replace triangles with the usual shapes of clover leaves, or pentagons with those of potentillas.
§ 4. All curvature, however, is not equally agreeable; but 264 the examination of the laws which render one curve more beautiful than another, would, if carried out to any completeness, alone require a volume. The following few examples will be enough to put the reader in the way of pursuing the subject for himself.
§ 4. Not all curves are equally pleasing; however, 264 exploring the principles that make one curve more beautiful than another would, if fully explored, require a whole book. The few examples that follow will be sufficient to guide the reader in continuing the investigation on their own.
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Fig. 91. |
Take any number of lines, a b, b c, c d, &c., Fig. 91, bearing any fixed proportion to each other. In this figure, b c is one third longer than a b, and c d than b c; and so on. Arrange them in succession, keeping the inclination, or angle, which each makes with the preceding one always the same. Then a curve drawn through the extremities of the lines will be a beautiful curve; for it is governed by consistent laws; every part of it is connected by those laws with every other, yet every part is different from every other; and the mode of its construction implies the possibility of its continuance to infinity; it would never return upon itself though prolonged for ever. These characters must be possessed by every perfectly beautiful curve.
Take any number of lines, a b, b c, c d, and so on, Fig. 91, maintaining a fixed ratio to each other. In this setup, b c is one third longer than a b, and c d is longer than b c; and this pattern continues. Arrange them in a sequence, keeping the angle each line makes with the previous one consistent. Then, a curve drawn through the ends of the lines will form a beautiful shape; it follows consistent rules, where every part is connected by those rules to every other part, yet each part is distinct from the others; and the way it's created suggests that it can continue infinitely; it would never loop back on itself, even if extended forever. Every perfectly beautiful curve must have these characteristics.
If we make the difference between the component or measuring lines less, as in Fig. 92, in which each line is longer than the preceding one only by a fifth, the curve will be more contracted and less beautiful. If we enlarge the difference, as in Fig. 93, in which each line is double the preceding one, the curve will 265 suggest a more rapid proceeding into infinite space, and will be more beautiful. Of two curves, the same in other respects, that which suggests the quickest attainment of infinity is always the most beautiful.
If we reduce the difference between the component or measuring lines, like in Fig. 92, where each line is only one-fifth longer than the last, the curve will be tighter and less attractive. If we increase the difference, as in Fig. 93, where each line is twice as long as the previous one, the curve will 265 imply a faster journey into infinite space, making it more beautiful. Among two curves that are the same in other ways, the one that suggests the quickest approach to infinity is always the most beautiful.
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Fig. 92. |
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Fig. 93. |
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Fig. 94. |
§ 5. These three curves being all governed by the same general law, with a difference only in dimensions of lines, together 266 with all the other curves so constructible, varied as they may be infinitely, either by changing the lengths of line, or the inclination of the lines to each other, are considered by mathematicians only as one curve, having this peculiar character about it, different from that of most other infinite lines, that any portion of it is a magnified repetition of the preceding portion; that is to say, the portion between e and g is precisely what that between c and e would look, if seen through a lens which magnified somewhat more than twice. There is therefore a peculiar equanimity and harmony about the look of lines of this kind, differing, I think, from the expression of any others except the circle. Beyond the point a the curve may be imagined to continue to an infinite degree of smallness, always circling nearer and nearer to a point, which, however, it can never reach.
§ 5. These three curves are all governed by the same general law, differing only in the dimensions of their lines. Along with all the other curves that can be constructed, no matter how infinitely varied by changing the lengths of the lines or their angles to each other, mathematicians consider them all as one curve. This curve has a unique property that sets it apart from most other infinite lines: any segment of it is a magnified copy of the previous segment. In other words, the segment between e and g looks exactly like the segment between c and e would if viewed through a lens that magnifies it by slightly more than twice. Thus, there is a special balance and harmony in the appearance of these lines, which, in my opinion, is different from any others except for the circle. Beyond point a, the curve can be imagined to extend infinitely towards a point, always spiraling closer and closer, but it can never actually reach it.
§ 6. Again: if, along the horizontal line, A B, Fig. 94, we measure any number of equal distances, A b, b c, &c., and raise perpendiculars from the points b, c, d, &c., of which each perpendicular shall be longer, by some given proportion (in this figure it is one third), than the preceding one, the curve x y, traced through their extremities, will continually change its direction, but will advance into space in the direction of y as long as we continue to measure distances along the line A B, always inclining more and more to the nature of a straight line, yet never becoming one, even if continued to infinity. It 267 would, in like manner, continue to infinity in the direction of x, always approaching the line A B, yet never touching it.
§ 6. Again: if, along the horizontal line, A B, Fig. 94, we measure any number of equal distances, A b, b c, &c., and raise perpendiculars from the points b, c, d, &c., each perpendicular being longer by a certain proportion (in this case, one-third) than the previous one, the curve x y, created by connecting their endpoints, will continuously change direction, but will move into space in the direction of y as long as we keep measuring distances along the line A B, increasingly resembling a straight line, yet never actually becoming one, even if extended to infinity. It 267 would also continue infinitely in the direction of x, always getting closer to the line A B, yet never touching it.
§ 7. An infinite number of different lines, more or less violent in curvature according to the measurements we adopt in designing them, are included, or defined, by each of the laws just explained. But the number of these laws themselves is also infinite. There is no limit to the multitude of conditions which may be invented, each producing a group of curves of a certain common nature. Some of these laws, indeed, produce single curves, which, like the circle, can vary only in size; but, for the most part, they vary also, like the lines we have just traced, in the rapidity of their curvature. Among these innumerable lines, however, there is one source of difference in character which divides them, infinite as they are in number, into two great classes. The first class consists of those which are limited in their course, either ending abruptly, or returning to some point from which they set out; the second class, of those lines whose nature is to proceed for ever into space. Any portion of a circle, for instance, is, by the law of its being, compelled, if it continue its course, to return to the point from which it set out; so also any portion of the oval curve (called an ellipse), produced by cutting a cylinder obliquely across. And if a single point be marked on the rim of a carriage wheel, this point, as the wheel rolls along the road, will trace a curve in the air from one part of the road to another, which is called a cycloid, and to which the law of its existence appoints that it shall always follow a similar course, and be terminated by the level line on which the wheel rolls. All such curves are of inferior beauty: and the curves which are incapable of being completely drawn, because, as in the two cases above given, the law of their being supposes them to proceed for ever into space, are of a higher beauty.
§ 7. An endless number of different lines, varying in curvature depending on the measurements we use to define them, are included by each of the laws we've just discussed. But the number of these laws is also infinite. There's no limit to the variety of conditions that can be created, each resulting in a set of curves with a common characteristic. Some of these laws produce individual curves, which, like the circle, can only change in size. However, most of them also vary, like the lines we've just outlined, in how sharply they curve. Among these countless lines, there's a key difference that divides them, despite their infinite number, into two main classes. The first class consists of those that have a limited path, either ending abruptly or returning to the starting point. The second class includes those lines that travel endlessly into space. For example, any segment of a circle is bound, by its nature, to return to the starting point if it continues its path; the same goes for any part of an oval curve (known as an ellipse) made by cutting through a cylinder at an angle. If you mark a single point on the edge of a carriage wheel, that point, as the wheel rolls along the road, will trace a curve in the air from one spot on the road to another, called a cycloid, which is determined by its nature to always follow a similar path and end at the horizontal line on which the wheel rolls. All such curves are considered less beautiful; the curves that cannot be fully drawn, because, as in the two examples given, their nature implies they extend infinitely into space, are seen as more beautiful.
§ 8. Thus, in the very first elements of form, a lesson is given us as to the true source of the nobleness and chooseableness of all things. The two classes of curves thus sternly separated from each other, may most properly be distinguished as the "Mortal and Immortal Curves;" the one having an appointed term of existence, the other absolutely incomprehensible and endless, only to be seen or grasped during a certain moment of 268 their course. And it is found universally that the class to which the human mind is attached for its chief enjoyment are the Endless or Immortal lines.
§ 8. So, in the very basics of form, we learn about the true source of the nobility and desirability of all things. The two types of curves that are clearly separated from each other can best be identified as the "Mortal and Immortal Curves;" one has a set period of existence, while the other is completely beyond comprehension and infinite, only visible or graspable for a brief moment in 268 their path. It's universally recognized that the class the human mind prefers for its main enjoyment are the Endless or Immortal lines.
§ 9. "Nay," but the reader answers, "what right have you to say that one class is more beautiful than the other? Suppose I like the finite curves best, who shall say which of us is right?"
§ 9. "No," the reader replies, "what gives you the right to claim that one class is more beautiful than the other? If I prefer the finite curves, who's to say which one of us is correct?"
No one. It is simply a question of experience. You will not, I think, continue to like the finite curves best as you contemplate them carefully, and compare them with the others. And if you should do so, it then yet becomes a question to be decided by longer trial, or more widely canvassed opinion. And when we find on examination that every form which, by the consent of human kind, has been received as lovely, in vases, flowing ornaments, embroideries, and all other things dependent on abstract line, is composed of these infinite curves, and that Nature uses them for every important contour, small or large, which she desires to recommend to human observance, we shall not, I think, doubt that the preference of such lines is a sign of healthy taste, and true instinct.
No one. It's just a matter of experience. I don’t think you’ll continue to prefer the finite curves as you examine them closely and compare them to others. And if you do, it then becomes something to settle with more time or broader opinions. When we look closely and find that every shape that people generally agree is beautiful—like in vases, flowing designs, embroidery, and everything else relying on abstract lines—is made up of these infinite curves, and that Nature uses them for every key outline, whether big or small, that she wants us to notice, I believe we won’t doubt that favoring such lines shows a healthy taste and genuine instinct.
§ 10. I am not sure, however, how far the delightfulness of such line, is owing, not merely to their expression of infinity, but also to that of restraint or moderation. Compare Stones of Venice, vol. iii. chap. i. § 9, where the subject is entered into at some length. Certainly the beauty of such curvature is owing, in a considerable degree, to both expressions; but when the line is sharply terminated, perhaps more to that of moderation than of infinity. For the most part, gentle or subdued sounds, and gentle or subdued colors, are more pleasing than either in their utmost force; nevertheless, in all the noblest compositions, this utmost power is permitted, but only for a short time, or over a small space. Music must rise to its utmost loudness, and fall from it; color must be gradated to its extreme brightness, and descend from it; and I believe that absolutely perfect treatment would, in either case, permit the intensest sound and purest color only for a point or for a moment.
§ 10. I'm not sure, though, how much the beauty of such a line comes from its expression of infinity and how much from restraint or moderation. See Stones of Venice, vol. iii. chap. i. § 9, where this topic is discussed in more detail. Clearly, the beauty of such curves is largely due to both expressions, but when the line has a sharp end, it seems to rely more on moderation than on infinity. Generally, gentle or muted sounds and colors are more pleasing than when they reach their maximum intensity; still, in the greatest compositions, that maximum power is allowed, but only for a brief moment or within a small space. Music needs to build to its loudest point and then come back down; color should reach its brightest and then fade; and I believe that truly perfect treatment would, in either case, allow for the most intense sound and purest color only for a brief moment.
Curvature is regulated by precisely the same laws. For the most part, delicate or slight curvature is more agreeable than violent or rapid curvature; nevertheless, in the best compositions, 269 violent curvature is permitted, but permitted only over small spaces in the curve.
Curvature is governed by exactly the same rules. Generally, gentle or slight curves are more pleasing than harsh or abrupt ones; however, in the best works, 269 bold curves are allowed, but only over small sections of the curve.
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42. Leaf Curvature. Magnolia and Laburnum. |
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43. Leaf Curvature. Dead Laurel. |
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44. Leaf Curvature. Young Ivy. |
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Fig. 95. |
§ 11. The right line is to the curve what monotony is to melody, and what unvaried color is to gradated color. And as often the sweetest music is so low and continuous as to approach a monotone; and as often the sweetest gradations so delicate and subdued as to approach to flatness, so the finest curves are apt to hover about the right line, nearly coinciding with it for a long space of their curve; never absolutely losing their own curvilinear character, but apparently every moment on the point of merging into the right line. When this is the case, the line generally returns into vigorous curvature at some part of its course, otherwise it is apt to be weak, or slightly rigid; multitudes of other curves, not approaching the right line so nearly, remain less vigorously bent in the rest of their course; so that the quantity88 of curvature is the same in both, though differently distributed.
§ 11. The right line is to the curve what monotony is to melody, and what solid color is to gradient color. Just as the sweetest music can be so soft and continuous that it sounds like a monotone, and sweet gradations can be so delicate and subtle that they seem flat, the finest curves tend to get very close to the right line, almost aligning with it for a long stretch of their curve; they never completely lose their curvy nature, but at every moment seem like they might merge into the right line. When this happens, the line usually curves back dramatically at some point along its path; otherwise, it can come across as weak or slightly stiff. Many other curves, which don’t get as close to the right line, maintain a less intense bend throughout their path, so while the total amount of curvature is the same in both, it is distributed differently.
§ 12. The modes in which Nature produces variable curves on a large scale are very numerous, but may generally be resolved into the gradual increase or diminution of some given force. Thus, if a chain hangs between two points A and B, Fig. 95, the weight of chain sustained by any given link increases gradually from the central link at C, which has only its own weight to sustain, to the link at B, which sustains, besides its own, the weight of all the links between it and C. This increased weight is continually pulling the curve of the swinging chain more nearly straight as it ascends towards B; and hence one of the most beautifully gradated natural curves—called the catenary—of course assumed not by chains only, but 270 by all flexible and elongated substances, suspended between two points. If the points of suspension be near each other, we have such curves as at D; and if, as in nine cases out of ten will be the case, one point of suspension is lower than the other, a still more varied and beautiful curve is formed, as at E. Such curves constitute nearly the whole beauty of general contour in falling drapery, tendrils and festoons of weeds over rocks, and such other pendent objects.89
§ 12. There are many ways in which Nature creates variable curves on a large scale, but they can generally be broken down into the gradual increase or decrease of a certain force. For example, when a chain hangs between two points A and B, Fig. 95, the weight of the chain that each link supports gradually increases from the central link at C, which only has its own weight to deal with, to the link at B, which bears its own weight plus the weight of all the links between it and C. This growing weight continuously pulls the curve of the swinging chain closer to a straight line as it moves up towards B; thus, one of the most beautifully graduated natural curves—known as the catenary—occurs not only in chains but also in all flexible and elongated materials suspended between two points. If the suspension points are close together, we see curves like the one at D; and if, as is usually the case, one suspension point is lower than the other, it creates an even more varied and attractive curve, as shown at E. These curves contribute significantly to the overall beauty of drapery in motion, tendrils, and garlands of plants hanging over rocks, along with other hanging objects.89
§ 13. Again. If any object be cast into the air, the force with which it is cast dies gradually away, and its own weight brings it downwards; at first slowly, then faster and faster every moment, in a curve which, as the line of fall necessarily nears the perpendicular, is continually approximating to a straight line. This curve—called the parabola—is that of all projected or bounding objects.
§ 13. Again. If an object is thrown into the air, the force with which it's thrown gradually decreases, and its weight pulls it down. At first, it falls slowly, but then it speeds up more and more with each moment, following a curved path that, as it gets closer to falling straight down, increasingly resembles a straight line. This curve—called the parabola—is the path of all thrown or moving objects.
§ 14. Again. If a rod or stick of any kind gradually becomes more slender or more flexible, and is bent by any external 271 force, the force will not only increase in effect as the rod becomes weaker, but the rod itself, once bent, will continually yield more willingly, and be more easily bent farther in the same direction, and will thus show a continual increase of curvature from its thickest or most rigid part to its extremity. This kind of line is that assumed by boughs of trees under wind.
§ 14. Again. If a rod or stick of any kind gradually becomes thinner or more flexible, and is bent by any outside force, the force will not only become more effective as the rod gets weaker, but the rod itself, once bent, will keep giving way more easily and will bend further in the same direction, showing a continuous increase in curvature from its thickest or most rigid part to its end. This kind of line is what happens to the branches of trees in the wind.
§ 15. Again. Whenever any vital force is impressed on any organic substance, so as to die gradually away as the substance extends, an infinite curve is commonly produced by its outline. Thus, in the budding of the leaf, already examined, the gradual dying away of the exhilaration of the younger ribs produces an infinite curve in the outline of the leaf, which sometimes fades imperceptibly into a right line,—sometimes is terminated sharply, by meeting the opposite curve at the point of the leaf.
§ 15. Again. Whenever any vital force is applied to an organic substance and gradually diminishes as the substance grows, it typically creates an infinite curve in its outline. For example, in the budding of the leaf we've already looked at, the slow fading of the freshness in the younger ribs creates an infinite curve in the leaf's outline, which sometimes fades almost imperceptibly into a straight line—or sometimes ends abruptly, meeting the opposite curve at the leaf's tip.
§ 16. Nature, however, rarely condescends to use one curve only in any of her finer forms. She almost always unites two infinite ones, so as to form a reversed curve for each main line, and then modulates each of them into myriads of minor ones. In a single elm leaf, such as Fig. 4, Plate 8, she uses three such—one for the stalk, and one for each of the sides,—to regulate their general flow; dividing afterwards each of their broad lateral lines into some twenty less curves by the jags of the leaf, and then again into minor waves. Thus, in any complicated group of leaves whatever, the infinite curves are themselves almost countless. In a single extremity of a magnolia spray, the uppermost figure in Plate 42, including only sixteen leaves, each leaf having some three to five distinct curves along its edge, the lines for separate study, including those of the stems, would be between sixty and eighty. In a single spring-shoot of laburnum, the lower figure in the same plate, I leave the reader to count them for himself; all these, observe, being seen at one view only, and every change of position bringing into sight another equally numerous set of curves. For instance, in Plate 43 is a group of four withered leaves, in four positions, giving, each, a beautiful and well composed group of curves, variable gradually into the next group as the branch is turned.
§ 16. Nature, however, rarely settles for just one curve in any of her more elegant forms. She almost always combines two infinite curves to create a mirrored curve for each main line, and then transforms each of them into countless smaller ones. In a single elm leaf, like the one shown in Fig. 4, Plate 8, she utilizes three curves—one for the stalk and one for each side—to regulate their overall flow; afterwards, she divides each of the broad side lines into around twenty smaller curves due to the edges of the leaf, and then again into finer waves. Therefore, in any complex arrangement of leaves, the infinite curves are nearly limitless. In a single tip of a magnolia branch, the uppermost figure in Plate 42, containing only sixteen leaves, with each leaf having three to five distinct curves along its edge, the lines for separate examination, including those of the stems, would range from sixty to eighty. In a single spring shoot of laburnum, the lower figure in the same plate, I’ll let the reader count them for themselves; note that all these are viewed at once, and every change of angle reveals another equally large set of curves. For example, in Plate 43 is a group of four dried leaves, positioned differently, each forming a beautiful and well-structured group of curves, gradually shifting into the next group as the branch is turned.
§ 17. The following Plate (44), representing a young shoot of independent ivy, just beginning to think it would like to get 272 something to cling to, shows the way in which Nature brings subtle curvature into forms that at first seem rigid. The stems of the young leaves look nearly straight, and the sides of the projecting points, or bastions, of the leaves themselves nearly so; but on examination it will be found that there is not a stem nor a leaf-edge but is a portion of one infinite curve, if not of two or three. The main line of the supporting stem is a very lovely one; and the little half-opened leaves, in their thirteenth-century segmental simplicity (compare Fig. 9, Plate 8 in Vol. III.), singularly spirited and beautiful. It may, perhaps, interest the general reader to know that one of the infinite curves derives its name from its supposed resemblance to the climbing of ivy up a tree.
§ 17. The following Plate (44), showing a young shoot of independent ivy that is just beginning to seek something to cling to, illustrates how Nature introduces subtle curves into forms that initially appear rigid. The stems of the young leaves seem almost straight, and the edges of the protruding points, or bastions, of the leaves seem almost the same; however, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that every stem and leaf edge is part of one continuous curve, if not two or three. The main line of the supporting stem is quite beautiful, and the slightly opened leaves, with their simple 13th-century segmental design (see Fig. 9, Plate 8 in Vol. III.), are notably lively and attractive. It might interest the general reader to know that one of the continuous curves is named for its supposed resemblance to ivy climbing up a tree.
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Fig. 97. |
§ 18. I spoke just now of "well-composed" curves,—I mean curves so arranged as to oppose and set each other off, and yet united by a common law; for as the beauty of every curve depends on the unity of its several component lines, so the beauty 273 of each group of curves depends on their submission to some general law. In forms which quickly attract the eye, the law which unites the curves is distinctly manifest; but, in the richer compositions of Nature, cunningly concealed by delicate infractions of it;—wilfulnesses they seem, and forgetfulnesses, which, if once the law be perceived, only increase our delight in it by showing that it is one of equity, not of rigor, and allows, within certain limits, a kind of individual liberty. Thus the system of unison which regulates the magnolia shoot, in Plate 42, is formally expressed in Fig. 97. Every line has its origin in the point p, and the curves generally diminish in intensity towards the extremities of the leaves, one or two, however, again increasing their sweep near the points. In vulgar ornamentation, entirely rigid laws of line are always observed; and the common Greek honeysuckle and other such formalisms are attractive to uneducated eyes, owing to their manifest compliance with the first conditions of unity and symmetry, being to really noble ornamentation what the sing-song of a bad reader of poetry, laying regular emphasis on every required syllable of every foot, is to the varied, irregular, unexpected, inimitable cadence of the voice of a person of sense and feeling reciting the same lines,—not incognisant of the rhythm, but delicately bending it to the expression of passion, and the natural sequence of the thought.
§ 18. I just mentioned "well-formed" curves—I mean curves that are arranged to complement and counterbalance each other while still connected by a common principle. The beauty of every curve relies on the unity of its individual lines, just as the beauty of a group of curves depends on their adherence to some overarching law. In forms that catch the eye quickly, the law linking the curves is obvious; however, in the richer designs found in nature, it’s cleverly hidden by subtle deviations—these appear to be willful choices and lapses that, once the underlying law is realized, only enhance our enjoyment by revealing that it is a law of fairness, not strictness, allowing, within certain limits, a kind of personal freedom. Thus, the system of harmony that governs the magnolia shoot, in Plate 42, is clearly illustrated in Fig. 97. Each line starts at point p, and the curves generally lessen in intensity toward the edges of the leaves, although one or two increase their curve near the tips. In conventional decoration, rigid line laws are always followed; the typical Greek honeysuckle and similar formal designs appeal to untrained eyes because they clearly adhere to the basic principles of unity and symmetry, similar to how the predictable emphasis of a poor poetry reader on every required syllable differs from the varied, irregular, unexpected, and unique rhythm of someone with understanding and feeling reciting the same lines—someone who isn’t unaware of the rhythm but gracefully adjusts it to express emotion and the natural flow of thought.
§ 19. In mechanically drawn patterns of dress, Alhambra and common Moorish ornament, Greek mouldings, common flamboyant traceries, common Corinthian and Ionic capitals, and such other work, lines of this declared kind (generally to be classed under the head of "doggerel ornamentation") may be seen in rich profusion; and they are necessarily the only kind of lines which can be felt or enjoyed by persons who have been educated without reference to natural forms; their instincts being blunt, and their eyes actually incapable of perceiving the inflexion of noble curves. But the moment the perceptions have been refined by reference to natural form, the eye requires perpetual variation and transgression of the formal law. Take the simplest possible condition of thirteenth-century scroll-work, Fig. 98. The law or cadence established is of a circling tendril, terminating in an ivy-leaf. In vulgar design, the curves of the 274 circling tendril would have been similar to each other, and might have been drawn by a machine, or by some mathematical formula. But in good design all imitation by machinery is impossible. No curve is like another for an instant; no branch springs at an expected point. A cadence is observed, as in the returning clauses of a beautiful air in music; but every clause has its own change, its own surprises. The enclosing form is here stiff and (nearly) straight-sided, in order to oppose the circular scroll-work; but on looking close it will be found that each of its sides is a portion of an infinite curve, almost too delicate to be traced; except the short lowest one, which is made quite straight, to oppose the rest.
§ 19. In machine-made dress patterns, Alhambra and typical Moorish designs, Greek moldings, common flamboyant decorations, typical Corinthian and Ionic capitals, and similar work, you can see an abundance of these clearly defined lines (generally classified as "trite ornamentation"); they are essentially the only type of lines that can be appreciated by people who haven’t been trained to understand natural forms. Their instincts are dulled, and their eyes are actually unable to perceive the subtlety of graceful curves. However, once perceptions are refined through reference to natural forms, the eye demands constant variation and deviation from formal rules. Take the simplest example of thirteenth-century scroll-work, Fig. 98. The pattern established is of a curling tendril ending in an ivy leaf. In poor design, the curves of the circling tendril would be uniform and could easily have been created by a machine or a mathematical formula. But in good design, mechanical imitation is impossible. No curve resembles another for even a moment; no branch emerges at an expected point. There is a rhythm, similar to the repeating sections of a beautiful melody, yet each section has its own unique twist and surprises. The enclosing shape is here rigid and (almost) straight-sided to contrast with the circular scroll-work; but upon closer inspection, it will be noticed that each side is a part of an infinite curve, nearly too subtle to track, except for the short bottom side, which is made completely straight to contrast with the rest.
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Fig. 98. |
I give one more example from another leaf of the same manuscript, Fig. 99, merely to show the variety introduced by the old designers between page and page. And, in general, the reader may take it for a settled law that, whatever can be done by machinery, or imitated by formula, is not worth doing or imitating at all.
I’ll provide one more example from another page of the same manuscript, Fig. 99, just to illustrate the variety that the old designers created from page to page. And, in general, the reader can consider it a rule that anything that can be done by machines or copied by a formula isn’t worth doing or copying at all.
§ 20. The quantity of admissible transgression of law varies with the degree in which the ornamentation involves or admits imitation of nature. Thus, if these ivy leaves in Fig. 99 were completely drawn in light and shade, they would not be properly connected with the more or less regular sequences of the scroll; and in every subordinate ornament, something like complete symmetry may be admitted, as in bead mouldings, chequerings, &c. Also, the ways in which the transgression may be granted vary infinitely; in the finest compositions it is perpetual, and yet so balanced and atoned for as always to bring about more beauty than if there had been no transgression. In a truly fine mountain or organic line, if it is looked at in detail, no one would believe in its being a continuous curve, or being subjected to any fixed law. It seems broken, and bending a thousand ways; perfectly free and wild, and yielding to every impulse. But, after following with the eye three or four of its impulses, 275 we shall begin to trace some strange order among them; every added movement will make the ruling intent clearer; and when the whole life of the line is revealed at last, it will be found to have been, throughout, as obedient to the true law of its course as the stars in their orbits.
§ 20. The amount of acceptable law-breaking varies based on how much the decoration mimics nature. For example, if those ivy leaves in Fig. 99 were entirely shaded and highlighted, they wouldn’t connect well with the more or less regular patterns of the scroll. In every smaller ornament, something like complete symmetry can be allowed, like in bead moldings, checkered designs, etc. Additionally, the ways in which this law-breaking can be accepted vary widely; in the best designs, it's ongoing, yet so well-balanced and compensated that it ultimately creates more beauty than if there were no law-breaking at all. In a truly beautiful mountain shape or organic line, when examined closely, one wouldn’t believe it’s a smooth curve or follows any strict rule. It appears fragmented, bending in countless ways; entirely free and wild, responding to every impulse. However, after observing three or four of its twists with your eyes, you’ll start to notice some strange order among them; each new movement will clarify the overall intention; and when the complete essence of the line is finally revealed, it will show that it has consistently adhered to the true laws of its path, just like the stars in their orbits.
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Fig. 99. |
§ 21. Thus much may suffice for our immediate purpose The four systems of mountain line. respecting beautiful lines in general. We have now to consider the particular groups of them belonging to mountains.
§ 21. This should be enough for our current purpose The four systems of mountain ranges. regarding beautiful lines in general. We now need to look at the specific groups of those that are related to mountains.
The lines which are produced by course of time upon hill contours are mainly divisible into four systems.
The lines that form over time on hill contours can largely be divided into four systems.
1. Lines of Fall. Those which are wrought out on the solid mass by the fall of water or of stones.
1. Lines of Fall. These are created on the solid surface by the dropping of water or stones.
2. Lines of Projection. Those which are produced in débris by the bounding of the masses, under the influence of their falling force.
2. Lines of Projection. These are created in debris by the collision of the masses, influenced by their falling force.
3. Lines of Escape. Those which are produced by the spreading of débris from a given point over surfaces of varied shape.
3. Lines of Escape. These are created by the dispersion of debris from a specific point across surfaces of different shapes.
4. Lines of Rest. Those which are assumed by débris when in a state of comparative permanence and stability.
4. Lines of Rest. Those that are taken by debris when in a fairly permanent and stable state.
1. Lines of Fall.
Lines of descent.
However little the reader may be acquainted with hills, I believe 1. Lines of Fall. Produced by falling bodies upon hill-surfaces. that, almost instinctively, he will perceive that the form supposed to belong to a wooded promontory at a, Fig. 100, is an impossible one; and that the form at b is not only a possible but probable one. The lines are equally formal in both. But in a, the curve is a portion of a circle, meeting a level line: in b it is an infinite line, getting less and less steep as it ascends.
However little the reader might know about hills, I believe 1. Lines of Fall. Created by falling objects on hill surfaces. that, almost instinctively, they will recognize that the shape associated with a wooded promontory at a, Fig. 100, is impossible; and that the shape at b is not only possible but likely. The lines are equally formal in both. But at a, the curve is part of a circle, meeting a flat line: at b, it is an infinite line, becoming less steep as it rises.
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Fig. 100. |
Whenever a mass of mountain is worn gradually away by forces descending from its top, it necessarily assumes, more or less perfectly, according to the time for which it has been exposed, and the tenderness of its substance, such contours as those at b, for the simple reason that every stream and every falling grain of sand gains in velocity and erosive power as it descends. Hence, cutting away the ground gradually faster and faster, they produce the most rapid curvature (provided the rock be hard enough) towards the bottom of the hill.90
Whenever a mass of mountain is gradually worn away by forces coming down from its top, it necessarily takes on contours like those at b, more or less perfectly, depending on how long it has been exposed and how soft its material is. This happens because every stream and every falling grain of sand speeds up and gains erosive power as it descends. Therefore, as they cut into the ground faster and faster, they create the quickest curvature (as long as the rock is hard enough) towards the bottom of the hill.90
§ 22. But farther: in b it will be noticed that the lines always get steeper as they fall more and more to the right; and I should think the reader must feel that they look more natural, so drawn, than, as at a, in unvarying curves.
§ 22. But further: in b it will be noticed that the lines always get steeper as they move further to the right; and I believe the reader must feel that they look more natural, drawn like this, than in a, with unchanging curves.
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Fig. 101. |
This is no less easily accounted for. The simplest typical form under which a hill can occur is that of a cone. Let A C B, Fig. 101, have been its original contour. Then the aqueous forces will cut away the shaded portions, reducing it to the outline d C e. Farther, in doing so, the water will certainly have formed for itself gullies or channels from top to bottom. These, supposing them at equal distances round the cone, will appear, in perspective, in the lines g h i. It does not, of course, matter whether we consider the lines in this figure to represent the bottom of the ravines, or the ridges between, both being formed on 278 similar curves; but the rounded lines in Fig. 100 would be those of forests seen on the edges of each detached ridge.
This can be easily explained. The simplest shape for a hill is that of a cone. Let A C B, Fig. 101, be its original outline. Then the water will erode the shaded areas, shaping it into the outline d C e. While doing this, the water will definitely have created gullies or channels from the top to the bottom. If we assume these are evenly spaced around the cone, they will show up in perspective as the lines g h i. It doesn't really matter whether we think of the lines in this figure as representing the bottoms of the ravines or the ridges in between, since both are formed on 278 similar curves; however, the rounded lines in Fig. 100 would be the outlines of forests seen along the edges of each separate ridge.
§ 23. Now although a mountain is rarely perfectly conical, and never divided by ravines at exactly equal distances, the law which is seen in entire simplicity in Fig. 101, applies with a sway more or less interrupted, but always manifest, to every convex and retiring mountain form. All banks that thus turn away from the spectator necessarily are thrown into perspectives like that of one side of this figure; and although not divided with equality, their irregular divisions crowd gradually together towards the distant edge, being then less steep, and separate themselves towards the body of the hill, being then more steep.
§ 23. Even though a mountain is rarely a perfect cone and never has ravines spaced exactly the same distance apart, the principle observed in complete simplicity in Fig. 101 applies with a somewhat interrupted yet always clear influence to every convex and receding mountain shape. All slopes that turn away from the viewer must be viewed in perspectives similar to one side of this figure; and while they are not divided evenly, their uneven sections gradually come together toward the distant edge, becoming less steep, and separate out toward the body of the hill, becoming steeper.
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Fig. 102. |
§ 24. It follows, also, that not only the whole of the nearer curves, will be steeper, but, if seen from below, the steepest parts of them will be the more important. Supposing each, instead of a curve, divided into a sloping line and a precipitous one, the perspective of the precipice, raising its top continually, will give the whole cone the shape of a or b in Fig. 102, in which, observe, the precipice is of more importance, and the slope of less, precisely in proportion to the nearness of the mass.
§ 24. This means that not only will all the closer curves be steeper, but if viewed from below, the steepest parts will be more significant. If we imagine each curve divided into a sloping line and a steep one, the perspective of the steep section, which rises continuously, will give the entire cone the shape of a or b in Fig. 102, where the steep section is more important and the slope is less so, exactly in proportion to how close the mass is.
§ 25. Fig. 102, therefore, will be the general type of the form of a convex retiring hill symmetrically constructed. The precipitous part of it may vary in height or in slope according to original conformation; but the heights being supposed equal along the whole flank, the contours will be as in that figure; the various rise and fall of real height altering the perspective appearance accordingly, as we shall see presently, after examining the other three kinds of line.
§ 25. Fig. 102, therefore, will be the general type of the form of a convex retiring hill that is symmetrically built. The steep part can vary in height or slope based on its original shape; however, if we assume the heights are equal along the entire side, the outlines will look like the figure shown. The different rises and falls in actual height will change the way it looks from a distance, as we will see soon after we look at the other three types of lines.
2. Lines of Projection.
Lines of Projection.
§ 26. The fragments carried down by the torrents from the 2. Lines of Projection. Produced by fragments bounding or carried forward from the bases of hills. flanks of the hill are of course deposited at the base of it. But they are deposited in various ways, of which it is most difficult to analyze the laws; for they are thrown down under the influence partly of flowing water, partly of their own gravity, partly of projectile force caused by their fall from the higher summits of the hill; while the débris itself, after it has fallen, undergoes farther modification by surface streamlets. But in a general way débris descending from the hill side, a b, Fig. 103, will arrange itself in a form approximating to the concave line d c, the larger masses remaining undisturbed at the bottom, while the smaller are gradually carried farther and farther by surface streams.
§ 26. The fragments that are washed down by the torrents from the 2. Lines of Projection. Created by fragments that are either bound or moved forward from the bases of hills. sides of the hill are naturally deposited at its base. However, they are deposited in various ways, and it's quite challenging to analyze the rules governing this process; they are dropped due to the combined effects of flowing water, their own gravity, and the force of projection resulting from their fall from higher points on the hill. Additionally, after they fall, the debris is further altered by surface streams. Generally speaking, debris sliding down the hillside, a b, Fig. 103, will arrange itself in a shape that closely resembles the concave line d c, with larger pieces remaining undisturbed at the bottom while the smaller ones are gradually carried farther away by surface streams.
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Fig. 103. |
3. Lines of Escape.
3. Escape Routes.
§ 27. But this form is much modified by the special direction 3. Lines of Escape. Produced by the lateral dissemination of the fragments. of the descending force as it escapes from confinement. For a stream coming down a ravine is kept by the steep sides of its channel in concentrated force: but it no sooner reaches the bottom, and escapes from its ravine, than it spreads in all directions, or at least tries to choose a new channel at every flood. Let a b c, Fig. 104, be three ridges of mountain. The two torrents coming down the ravine between them meet, at d and e, with the heaps of ground formerly thrown down by their own agency. These heaps being more or less in the form of cones, the torrent 280 has a tendency to divide upon their apex, like water poured on the top of a sugar-loaf, and branch into the radiating channels e x, e y, &c. The stronger it is, the more it is disposed to rush straightforward, or with little curvature, as in the line e x, with the impetus it has received in coming down the ravine; the weaker it is, the more readily it will lean to one side or the other, and fall away in the lines of escape, e y, or e h; but of course at times of highest flood it fills all its possible channels, and invents a few new ones, of which afterwards the straightest will be kept by the main stream, and the lateral curves occupied by smaller branches; the whole system corresponding precisely to the action of the ribs of the young leaf, as shown in Plate 8 of Vol. III., especially in Fig. 6,—the main torrent, like the main rib, making the largest fortune, i. e. raising the highest heap of gravel and dust.
§ 27. But this form is greatly altered by the specific direction 3. Escape Routes. Created by the sideways movement of the fragments. of the downward force as it breaks free from confinement. When a stream flows down a ravine, the steep sides of its channel keep it focused and powerful. However, as soon as it reaches the bottom and escapes the ravine, it spreads out in all directions or, at least, tries to find a new path with each flood. Let a b c, Fig. 104, represent three mountain ridges. The two streams flowing down the ravine between them converge at d and e, where they encounter the piles of earth that they previously deposited. These piles, shaped like cones to varying degrees, cause the stream to split at their peaks, similar to water poured over a sugar-loaf, branching into the diverging channels e x, e y, etc. The stronger the flow, the more it rushes straight ahead or with minimal curves, like in the line e x, driven by the momentum it gained while descending the ravine. The weaker it is, the more likely it is to veer to one side or the other and flow along the escape routes, e y or e h; though, during times of peak flooding, it fills all available channels and creates a few new ones, with the main stream eventually settling into the straightest paths while smaller branches occupy the side curves. The entire system directly mirrors the way the veins of a young leaf function, as illustrated in Plate 8 of Vol. III., particularly in Fig. 6—the primary stream, like the main vein, forming the largest accumulation, i.e., producing the highest pile of gravel and dust.
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Fig. 104. |
§ 28. It may easily be imagined that when the operation takes place on a large scale, the mass of earth thus deposited in a gentle slope at the mountain's foot becomes available for agricultural purposes, and that then it is of the greatest importance to prevent the stream from branching into various channels at its will, and pouring fresh sand over the cultivated fields. Accordingly, at the mouth of every large ravine in the Alps, where the peasants know how to live and how to work, the stream is artificially embanked, and compelled as far as possible to follow the central line down the cone. Hence, when the traveller passes along any great valley,—as that of the Rhone or Arve,—into 281 which minor torrents are poured by lateral ravines, he will find himself every now and then ascending a hill of moderate slope, at the top of which he will cross a torrent, or its bed, and descend by another gradual slope to the usual level of the valley. In every such case, his road has ascended a tongue of débris, and has crossed the embanked torrent carried by force along its centre.
§ 28. It’s easy to imagine that when this process happens on a large scale, the mass of soil deposited gently at the base of the mountain becomes useful for farming. Therefore, it’s very important to stop the stream from splitting into different paths and spreading fresh sand over the fields. So, at the mouth of every major ravine in the Alps, where the locals know how to thrive and work hard, the stream is artificially contained and directed as much as possible to stay in the center as it flows down the slope. Consequently, when travelers go through any large valley—like the Rhone or Arve—into which smaller streams flow from the side ravines, they will find themselves occasionally climbing a gently sloped hill, at the top of which they will cross a stream or its dry bed, and then descend the gradual slope back down to the valley's usual level. In each case, the path has climbed a pile of debris and crossed the contained stream flowing forcefully down its center.
Under such circumstances, the entire tongue or heap of land ceases of course to increase, until the bed of the confined torrent is partially choked by its perpetual deposit. Then in some day of violent rain the waves burst their fetters, branch at their own will, cover the fields of some unfortunate farmer with stones and slime, according to the torrent's own idea of the new form which it has become time to give to the great tongue of land, carry away the road and the bridge together, and arrange everything to their own liking. But the road is again painfully traced among the newly fallen débris; the embankment and bridge again built for the stream, now satisfied with its outbreak; and the tongue of land submitted to new processes of cultivation for a certain series of years. When, however, the torrent is exceedingly savage, and generally of a republican temper, the outbreaks are too frequent and too violent to admit of any cultivation of the tongue of land. A few straggling alder or thorn bushes, their roots buried in shingle, and their lower branches fouled with slime, alone relieve with ragged spots of green the broad waste of stones and dust. The utmost that can be done is to keep the furious stream from choosing a new channel in every one of its fits of passion, and remaining in it afterwards, thus extending its devastation in entirely unforeseen directions. The land which it has brought down must be left a perpetual sacrifice to its rage; but in the moment of its lassitude it is brought back to its central course, and compelled to forego for a few weeks or months the luxury of deviation.
In these situations, the entire piece of land stops growing until the riverbed gets partly blocked by its constant accumulation. Then, on a day of heavy rain, the water breaks free, spreads out as it likes, floods unfortunate farmers' fields with rocks and mud, reshaping the land as it sees fit, washes away roads and bridges, and organizes everything in its own way. But the road is painstakingly redrawn among the new debris; the embankment and bridge are rebuilt for the stream, which now settles down after its outburst; and the land goes through new farming processes for a number of years. However, when the river is extremely wild and tends to behave unpredictably, its outbursts happen too often and too violently for any farming to take place on the land. Only a few scattered alder or thorn bushes, their roots buried in gravel and their lower branches coated with mud, bring some rough patches of green to the vast expanse of stones and dirt. The most that can be done is to prevent the raging river from carving out a new path during each of its episodes of anger and sticking to it afterward, thereby widening its destruction in unanticipated ways. The land it has eroded must remain a permanent victim of its fury; yet in moments of calm, it returns to its original course and must refrain from straying for a few weeks or months.
§ 29. On the other hand, when, owing to the nature of the valley above, the stream is gentle, and the sediment which it brings down small in quantity, it may be retained for long years in its constant path, while the sides of the bank of earth it has borne down are clothed with pasture and forest, seen in the distance of the great valley as a promontory of sweet verdure, along 282 which the central stream passes with an influence of blessing, submitting itself to the will of the husbandman for irrigation, and of the mechanist for toil; now nourishing the pasture, and now grinding the corn, of the land which it has first formed, and now waters.
§ 29. On the other hand, when the valley above has a gentle slope and the stream carries only a small amount of sediment, it can stay in its steady course for many years. Meanwhile, the banks that the stream has worn down become covered with grasslands and forests, appearing from a distance in the vast valley as a lush green promontory. Along this, the central stream flows, providing a blessing, yielding to the farmer’s need for irrigation and the worker’s need for labor; sometimes nourishing the fields and sometimes grinding the grain of the land it originally shaped and now waters.
§ 30. I have etched above, Plate 35, a portion of the flank of the valley of Chamouni, which presents nearly every class of line under discussion, and will enable the reader to understand their relations at once. It represents, as was before stated, the crests of the Montagnes de la Côte and Taconay, shown from base to summit, with the Glacier des Bossons and its moraine. The reference figure given at p. 212 will enable the reader to distinguish its several orders of curves, as follows:
§ 30. I've outlined above, Plate 35, a part of the Chamouni valley that shows nearly every type of line we're discussing, helping the reader to understand their relationships immediately. It illustrates, as mentioned earlier, the peaks of the Montagnes de la Côte and Taconay, displayed from base to summit, along with the Glacier des Bossons and its moraine. The reference figure at p. 212 will help the reader identify the different types of curves, as follows:
h r. Aqueous curves of fall, at the base of the Tapia; very characteristic. Similar curves are seen in multitude on the two crests beyond as b c, c B.
h r. Water curves sloping down at the base of the Tapia; very distinctive. Similar curves can be seen in abundance on the two peaks beyond as b c, c B.
d e. First lines of projection. The débris falling from the glacier and the heights above.
d e. First lines of projection. The debris falling from the glacier and the heights above.
k, l, n.Three lines of escape. A considerable torrent (one of whose falls is the well-known Cascade des Pélerins91) descends 283 from behind the promontory h: its natural or proper course would be to dash straight forward down the line f g, and part of it does so; but erratic branches of it slide away round the promontory, in the lines of escape, k, l, &c. Each row of trees marks, therefore, an old torrent bed, for the torrent always throws heaps of stones up along its banks, on which the pines, growing higher than on the neighboring ground, indicate its course by their supremacy. When the escaped stream is feeble, it steals quietly away down the steepest part of the slope; that is to say, close under the promontory, at i. If it is stronger, the impetus from the hill above shoots it farther out, in the line k; if stronger still, at l; in each case it curves gradually round as it loses its onward force, and falls more and more languidly to leeward, down the slope of the débris.
k, l, n. Three escape routes. A significant torrent (one of whose waterfalls is the famous Cascade des Pélerins91) cascades down from behind the promontory h: its natural path would be to rush straight down the line f g, and part of it does; but erratic branches veer away around the promontory, following the escape routes k, l, etc. Each row of trees therefore marks an old riverbed, as the torrent always piles up stones along its banks, on which the pines, growing taller than the surrounding land, indicate its path by their height. When the diverted stream is weak, it quietly trickles down the steepest section of the slope; that is to say, just below the promontory, at i. If it’s stronger, the force from the hill above shoots it further out, along line k; if even stronger, to l; in each case, it gradually curves around as it loses momentum, falling more lazily to the side along the slope of the debris.
r s. A line which, perhaps, would be more properly termed of limitation than of escape, being that of the base or termination of the heap of torrent débris, which in shape corresponds exactly to the curved lip of a wave, after it has broken, as it slowly stops upon a shallow shore. Within this line the ground is entirely composed of heaps of stones, cemented by granite dust and cushioned with moss, while outside of it, all is smooth pasture. The pines enjoy the stony ground particularly, and hold large meetings upon it, but the alders are shy of it; and, when it has come to an end, form a triumphal procession all round its edge, following the concave line. The correspondent curves above are caused by similar lines in which the débris has formerly stopped.
r s. A line that would probably be better called a line of limitation rather than escape, representing the base or end of the pile of debris from the torrent. Its shape perfectly matches the curved lip of a wave after it has broken and slowly comes to a stop on a shallow shore. Inside this line, the ground consists entirely of piles of stones, held together by granite dust and soft moss, while outside of it, the area is smooth pasture. The pines particularly enjoy the rocky ground and gather in large groups there, but the alders avoid it; when their presence ends, they create a triumphal procession all around the edge, following the concave line. The similar curves above are formed by past lines where the debris once settled.
§ 31. I found it a matter of the greatest difficulty to investigate the picturesque characters of these lines of projection and escape, because, as presented to the eye, they are always modified 285 by perspective; and it is almost a physical impossibility to get a true profile of any of the slopes, they round and melt so constantly into one another. Many of them, roughly measured, are nearly circular in tendency;92 but I believe they are all portions of infinite curves either modified by the concealment or destruction of the lower lips of débris, or by their junction with straight lines of slope above, throwing the longest limb of the curve upwards. Fig. 1, in Plate 45 opposite, is a simple but complete example from Chamouni; the various overlapping and concave lines at the bottom being the limits of the mass at various periods, more or less broken afterwards by the peasants, either by removing stones for building, or throwing them back at the edges here and there, out of the way of the plough; but even with all these breaks, their natural unity is so sweet and perfect, that, if the reader will turn the plate upside down, he will see I have no difficulty (merely adding a quill or two) in turning them into a bird's wing (Fig. 2), a little ruffled indeed, but still graceful, and not of such a form as one would have supposed likely to be designed and drawn, as indeed it was, by the rage of a torrent.
§ 31. I found it extremely challenging to explore the striking features of these slopes and escapes, because, as they appear, they are always altered by perspective; and it's almost physically impossible to get a true profile of any of the inclines, as they continuously blend and merge into one another. Many of them, when roughly measured, tend to be nearly circular; however, I believe they are all parts of infinite curves that have either been changed by the concealment or erosion of the lower debris, or by their connection with the straight slopes above, which lifts the longest part of the curve upwards. Fig. 1, in Plate 45 opposite, is a straightforward but complete example from Chamouni; the various overlapping and concave lines at the bottom represent the limits of the mass at different times, which became more or less fragmented later by the peasants, either by taking stones for building or tossing them aside at the edges to clear the plough's path; but even with all these interruptions, their natural unity is so lovely and complete that if the reader flips the plate upside down, they will see I have no trouble (just adding a quill or two) in transforming them into a bird's wing (Fig. 2), slightly ruffled, but still graceful, and not of a shape one would expect to be crafted and drawn, as it was indeed, by the force of a torrent.
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45. Débris Curvature. |
But we saw in Chap. VII. § 10 that this very rage was, in fact, a beneficent power,—creative, not destructive; and as all its apparent cruelty is overruled by the law of love, so all its apparent disorder is overruled by the law of loveliness: the hand of God, leading the wrath of the torrent to minister to the life of mankind, guides also its grim surges by the laws of their delight; and bridles the bounding rocks, and appeases the flying foam, till they lie down in the same lines that lead forth the fibres of the down on a cygnet's breast.
But we saw in Chap. VII. § 10 that this very rage was, in fact, a powerful force for good—creative, not destructive; and just as all its apparent cruelty is tempered by the law of love, all its seeming chaos is ordered by the law of beauty: the hand of God, directing the fury of the torrent to support the life of humanity, also steers its fierce waves by the principles of their joy; it restrains the leaping rocks and calms the rushing foam, until they align with the same lines that bring forth the fibers of down on a cygnet's breast.
§ 32. The straight slopes with which these curves unite themselves below, in Plate 33 (f g in reference figure), are those 286 spoken of in the outset as lines of rest. But I defer to the next chapter the examination of these, which are a separate family of lines (not curves at all), in order to reassemble the conclusions we have now obtained respecting curvature in mountains, and apply them to questions of art.
§ 32. The straight slopes that connect with these curves below, in Plate 33 (f g in the reference figure), are the ones mentioned initially as lines of rest. However, I'll postpone the discussion of these, which belong to a separate category of lines (not curves at all), to the next chapter, so we can gather the conclusions we've drawn about curvature in mountains and apply them to art-related questions.
And, first, it is of course not to be supposed that these symmetrical laws are so manifest in their operation as to force themselves on the observance of men in general. They are interrupted, necessarily, by every fantastic accident in the original conformation of the hills, which, according to the hardness of their rocks, more or less accept or refuse the authority of general law. Still, the farther we extend our observance of hills, the more we shall be struck by the continual roundness and softness which it seems the object of nature to give to every form; so that, when crags look sharp and distorted, it is not so much that they are unrounded, as that the various curves are more subtly accommodated to the angles, and that, instead of being worn into one sweeping and smooth descent, like the surface of a knoll or down, the rock is wrought into innumerable minor undulations, its own fine anatomy showing through all.
And first, it's important to recognize that these symmetrical laws aren't always obvious enough to catch everyone's attention. They're often disrupted by random accidents in the natural shaping of the hills, which, depending on the hardness of their rocks, either conform to or resist these general laws. However, the more we study hills, the more we notice the continuous roundness and softness that seem to be nature's goal for every shape. So, when cliffs appear sharp and jagged, it’s not just that they're not rounded, but that their various curves are subtly adjusted to the angles. Instead of being worn down into one smooth slope like a hill or mound, the rock is shaped into countless small undulations, revealing its intricate details.
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46. The Buttresses of an Alp. |
§ 33. Perhaps the mountain which I have drawn on the opposite page (Plate 4693) is, in its original sternness of mass, and in the complexity of lines into which it has been chiselled, as characteristic an instance as could be given by way of general type. It is one of no name or popular interest, but of singular importance in the geography of Switzerland, being the angle buttress of the great northern chain of the Alps (the chain of the Jungfrau and Gemmi), and forming the promontory round which the Rhone turns to the north-west, at Martigny. It is composed of an intensely hard gneiss (slaty crystalline), in which the plates of mica are set for the most part against the angle, running nearly north and south, as in Fig. 105, and giving the point, therefore, the utmost possible strength, which, however, cannot prevent it from being rent gradually by enormous curved fissures, and separated into huge vertical flakes and chasms, just at the lower promontory, as seen in Plate 46, and (in plan) in 287 Fig. 105. The whole of the upper surface of the promontory is wrought by the old glaciers into furrows and striæ more notable than any I ever saw in the Alps.
§ 33. The mountain that I've sketched on the opposite page (Plate 4693) is probably one of the best examples of its kind, with its original rugged mass and the intricate lines carved into it. It doesn't have a name or popular appeal, but it's very significant in Switzerland's geography, acting as the angle buttress of the great northern chain of the Alps (the Jungfrau and Gemmi chain) and forming the point around which the Rhone bends to the northwest at Martigny. This mountain is made of incredibly hard gneiss (slaty crystalline), where the layers of mica mostly lie against the angle, running nearly north and south, as seen in Fig. 105, which gives it maximum strength. However, this doesn't stop it from gradually being split apart by massive curved cracks and breaking into large vertical slabs and fissures right at the lower promontory, as shown in Plate 46, and (in plan) in 287 Fig. 105. The entire upper surface of the promontory has been shaped by ancient glaciers into grooves and striations more remarkable than any I've ever seen in the Alps.
§ 34. Now observe, we have here a piece of Nature's work which she has assuredly been long in executing, and which is in peculiarly firm and stable material. It is in her best rock (slaty crystalline), at a point important for all her geographical purposes, and at the degree of mountain elevation especially adapted to the observation of mankind. We shall therefore probably ascertain as much of Nature's mind about these things in this piece of work as she usually allows us to see all at once.
§ 34. Now notice, we have here a creation of Nature's that she's clearly been working on for a long time, and it's made of particularly solid and stable material. It's in her best rock (slaty crystalline), at a location that is significant for all her geographical functions, and at a mountain elevation that's especially suited for human observation. Therefore, we will likely discover as much of Nature's thoughts on these matters in this work as she typically reveals to us all at once.
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§ 35. If the reader will take a pencil, and, laying tracing paper over the plate, follow a few of its lines, he will (unless before accustomed to accurate mountain-drawing) be soon amazed by the complexity, endlessness, and harmony of the curvatures. He will find that there is not one line in all that rock which is not an infinite curve, and united in some intricate way with others, and suggesting others unseen; and if it were the reality, instead of my drawing, which he had to deal with, he would find the infinity, in a little while, altogether overwhelm him. But even in this imperfect sketch, as he traces the multitudinous involution of flowing line, passing from swift to slight curvature, or slight to swift, at every instant, he will, I think, find enough to convince him of the truth of what has been advanced respecting the natural appointment of curvature as the first element of all loveliness in form.
§ 35. If the reader takes a pencil and lays tracing paper over the plate to follow some of its lines, he will (unless he’s already used to precise mountain drawing) quickly be amazed by the complexity, endlessness, and harmony of the curves. He will see that every single line in that rock is an infinite curve, interconnected in some intricate way with others, and hinting at unseen ones; and if he had to deal with the reality, instead of my drawing, he would soon find the infinity completely overwhelming. But even in this rough sketch, as he traces the countless spirals of flowing lines, shifting from sharp to subtle curves and vice versa at every moment, I believe he will find enough evidence to convince him of the truth regarding the natural design of curvature as the primary element of all beauty in form.
§ 36. "Nay, but there are hard and straight lines mingled with those curves continually." True, as we have said so often, just as shade is mixed with light. Angles and undulations may rise and flow continually, one through or over the other; but the opposition is in quantity nearly always the same, if the mass is to be pleasant to the eye. In the example previously given (Plate 40), the limestone bank above Villeneuve, it is managed in a different way, but is equal in degree; the lower portion of the hill is of soft rock in thin laminæ; the upper mass is a solid and 288 firm bed, yet not so hard as to stand all weathers. The lower portion, therefore, is rounded into almost unbroken softness of bank; the upper surmounts it as a rugged wall, and the opposition of the curve and angle is just as complete as in the first example, in which one was continually mingled with the other.
§ 36. "No, there are definitely harsh and straight lines mixed with those curves all the time." That's true, as we've often mentioned, just like how shade is combined with light. Angles and curves can rise and flow continuously, intertwining with each other; but the balance is usually similar in quantity if the mass is to be visually appealing. In the example we mentioned earlier (Plate 40), the limestone bank above Villeneuve, it's handled differently but is equal in intensity; the lower part of the hill consists of soft rock in thin layers; the upper section is a solid and firm bed, yet not so hard that it can't withstand the elements. Therefore, the lower part is shaped into nearly unbroken softness of the bank; the upper part rises above it like a rugged wall, and the contrast between the curve and angle is just as complete as in the first example, where they were continually intertwined.
§ 37. Next, note the quantity in these hills. It is an element on which I shall have to insist more in speaking of vegetation; but I must not pass it by, here, since, in fact, it constitutes one of the essential differences between hills of first-rate magnificence, and inferior ones. Not that there is want of quantity even in the lower ranges, but it is a quantity of inferior things, and therefore more easily represented or suggested. On a Highland hill side are multitudinous clusters of fern and heather; on an Alpine one, multitudinous groves of chestnut and pine. The number of the things may be the same, but the sense of infinity is in the latter case far greater, because the number is of nobler things. Indeed, so far as mere magnitude of space occupied on the field of the horizon is the measure of objects, a bank of earth ten feet high may, if we stoop to the foot of it, be made to occupy just as much of the sky as that bank of mountain at Villeneuve; nay, in many respects its little ravines and escarpments, watched with some help of imagination, may become very sufficiently representative to us of those of the great mountain; and in classing all water-worn mountain-ground under the general and humble term of Banks, I mean to imply this relationship of structure between the smallest eminences and the highest. But in this matter of superimposed quantity the distinctions of rank are at once fixed. The heap of earth bears its few tufts of moss or knots of grass; the Highland or Cumberland mountain its honeyed heathers or scented ferns; but the mass of the bank at Martigny or Villeneuve has a vineyard in every cranny of its rocks, and a chestnut grove on every crest of them.
§ 37. Next, notice the quantity in these hills. It's an aspect I will emphasize more when discussing vegetation, but I can't overlook it here, as it is one of the key differences between truly magnificent hills and lesser ones. Not that there’s a lack of quantity even in the lower ranges, but it consists of inferior plants, making them easier to represent or suggest. On a Highland hillside, you find countless clusters of fern and heather; on an Alpine one, numerous groves of chestnut and pine. The number of items may be similar, but the sense of infinity is much greater in the latter case because the quantity includes more noble species. In fact, if we measure objects by the sheer area they take up on the horizon, a ten-foot-high bank of earth can, if we crouch down to its base, occupy just as much of the sky as that mountain bank at Villeneuve; indeed, in many ways, its small ravines and slopes, with a bit of imagination, can represent those of the great mountain quite well. By categorizing all water-worn mountain terrain under the simple term of Banks, I'm hinting at this structural relationship between the smallest heights and the tallest ones. However, when it comes to the issue of added quantity, the distinctions of rank are clearly established. The pile of earth holds just a few tufts of moss or patches of grass; the Highland or Cumberland mountain showcases its abundant heathers or fragrant ferns; but the mass of the bank at Martigny or Villeneuve is filled with vineyards in every crevice of its rocks and has chestnut groves on every ridge.
§ 38. This is no poetical exaggeration. Look close into that plate (46). Every little circular stroke in it among the rocks means, not a clump of copse nor wreath of fern, but a walnut tree, or a Spanish chestnut, fifty or sixty feet high. Nor are the little curves, thus significative of trees, laid on at random. They are not indeed counted, tree by tree, but they are most 289 carefully distributed in the true proportion and quantity; or if I have erred at all, it was, from mere fatigue, on the side of sparingness. The minute mounds and furrows scattered up the side of that great promontory, when they are actually approached, after three or four hours' climbing, turn into independent hills with true parks of lovely pasture land enclosed among them, and avenue after avenue of chestnuts, walnuts, and pines bending round their bases; while in the deeper dingles, unseen in the drawing, nestle populous villages, literally bound down to the rock by enormous trunks of vine, which, first trained lightly over the loose stone roofs, have in process of years cast their fruitful net over the whole village, and fastened it to the ground under their purple weight and wayward coils, as securely as ever human heart was fastened to earth by the net of the Flatterer.
§ 38. This isn’t just poetic exaggeration. Take a close look at that plate (46). Every little circular mark among the rocks represents not a thicket or a cluster of ferns, but a walnut tree or a Spanish chestnut, standing fifty or sixty feet tall. The little curves that symbolize the trees aren’t random; they are carefully arranged in the correct proportion and quantity. If I made any mistakes, it was only due to fatigue, and I might have been a bit too conservative. The small mounds and furrows scattered on the side of that great promontory, when you get up close after three or four hours of climbing, turn into individual hills with beautiful parks of lush pastureland nestled among them, and rows of chestnuts, walnuts, and pines hugging their bases. In the deeper valleys, not visible in the drawing, are bustling villages, literally bound to the rock by massive vine trunks, which, having been first trained lightly over the loose stone roofs, have over the years spread their fruitful network over the entire village, anchoring it to the ground under their heavy purple weight and unpredictable twists, as securely as any human heart is bound to the earth by the net of a flatterer.
§ 39. And it is this very richness of incident and detail which renders Switzerland so little attractive in its subjects to the ordinary artist. Observe, this study of mine in Plate 46 does not profess to be a picture at all. It is a mere sketch or catalogue of all that there is on the mountain side, faithfully written out, but no more than should be put down by any conscientious painter for mere guidance, before he begins his work, properly so called; and in finishing such a subject no trickery nor shorthand is of any avail whatsoever; there are a certain number of trees to be drawn; and drawn they must be, or the place will not bear its proper character. They are not misty wreaths of soft wood suggestible by a sweep or two of the brush; but arranged and lovely clusters of trees, clear in the mountain sunlight, each specially grouped and as little admitting any carelessness of treatment, though five miles distant, as if they were within a few yards of us; the whole meaning and power of the scene being involved in that one fact of quantity. It is not large merely by multitudes of tons of rock,—the number of tons is not measurable; it is not large by elevation of angle on the horizon,—a house-roof near us rises higher; it is not large by faintness of aerial perspective,—in a clear day it often looks as if we could touch the summit with the hand. But it is large by this one unescapable fact that, from the summit to the base of it, there are of timber trees so many countable thousands. The 290 scene differs from subjects not Swiss by including hundreds of other scenes within itself, and is mighty, not by scale, but by aggregation.
§ 39. And it's this very richness of incidents and details that makes Switzerland less appealing to the average artist. Notice, this study of mine in Plate 46 doesn’t claim to be a picture at all. It’s just a rough sketch or list of everything on the mountainside, accurately recorded, but nothing more than what any dedicated painter should note down for guidance before starting their actual work; and when finishing such a subject, no shortcuts or quick methods are useful at all; there are a certain number of trees to be depicted; and they must be depicted, or the scene won’t portray its true character. These aren’t vague, soft wood images suggested by a few brush strokes; they are arranged and beautiful clusters of trees, clear in the mountain sunlight, each distinctly grouped and requiring careful treatment, even if they’re five miles away, just as if they were only a few yards from us; the entire meaning and power of the scene hinges on that one fact of quantity. It isn’t large just because of the tons of rock—those tons can’t even be measured; it isn’t large because of the height from the horizon—there’s a house roof nearby that is higher; it isn’t large due to the faintness of atmospheric perspective—on a clear day, it often seems like we could reach out and touch the summit. But it is large because of this one undeniable fact that, from the summit to the base, there are countless thousands of timber trees. The 290 scene differs from non-Swiss subjects by containing hundreds of other scenes within itself and is powerful not by scale, but by aggregation.
§ 40. And this is more especially and humiliatingly true of pine forest. Nearly all other kinds of wood may be reduced, over large spaces, to undetailed masses; but there is nothing but patience for pines; and this has been one of the principal reasons why artists call Switzerland "unpicturesque." There may perhaps be, in the space of a Swiss valley which comes into a picture, from five to ten millions of well grown pines.94 Every one of these pines must be drawn before the scene can be. And a pine cannot be represented by a round stroke, nor by an upright one, nor even by an angular one; no conventionalism will express a pine; it must be legitimately drawn, with a light side and a dark side, and a soft gradation from the top downwards, or it does not look like a pine at all. Most artists think it not desirable to choose a subject which involves the drawing of ten millions of trees; because, supposing they could even do four or five in a minute, and worked for ten hours a day, their picture would still take them ten years before they had finished its pine forests. For this, and other similar reasons, it is declared usually that Switzerland is ugly and unpicturesque; but that is not so; it is only that we cannot paint it. If we could, it would be as interesting on the canvas as it is in reality; and a painter of fruit and flowers might just as well call a human figure unpicturesque, because it was to him unmanageable, as the ordinary landscape-effect painter speak in depreciation of the Alps.
§ 40. This is especially true—and quite frustrating—when it comes to pine forests. Most other types of wood can be represented in broad strokes across large areas, but pines require immense patience; this has been one of the main reasons why artists refer to Switzerland as "unpicturesque." In a picturesque Swiss valley, there can be anywhere from five to ten million well-grown pines. Every single one of these pines has to be drawn for the scene to be complete. A pine can't be represented with just a round stroke, an upright line, or even an angled one; no shortcuts can do it justice. It must be accurately drawn, showing a light side and a dark side, with a smooth gradient from top to bottom, or it won’t look like a pine at all. Most artists avoid subjects that require drawing millions of trees because, even if they managed to draw four or five in a minute and worked ten hours a day, it would still take them ten years to finish a painting of pine forests. For these and other reasons, it's often said that Switzerland is ugly and unpicturesque; however, that's not true—it’s simply that we can't capture it in art. If we could, it would be just as captivating on canvas as it is in real life, and an artist specializing in fruit and flowers might just as easily dismiss a human figure as unpicturesque simply because they find it difficult to portray, much like how many landscape artists belittle the Alps.
§ 41. It is not probable that any subjects such as we have just been describing, involving a necessity of ten years' labor, will be executed by the modern landscape school,—at least, until its Pre-Raphaelitic tendencies become much more developed than they are yet; nor was it desirable that they should have been by Turner, whose fruitful invention would have been unwisely arrested for a length of time on any single subject, however 291 beautiful. But with his usual certainty of perception, he fastened at once on this character of "quantity," as the thing to be expressed, in one way or another, in all grand mountain-drawing; and the subjects of his on which I have chiefly dwelt in the First Volume (chapter on the Inferior Mountains, § 16, &c.) are distinguished from the work of other painters in nothing so much as in this redundance. Beautiful as they are in color, graceful in fancy, powerful in execution,—in none of these things do they stand so much alone as in plain, calculable quantity; he having always on the average twenty trees or rocks where other people have only one, and winning his victories not more by skill of generalship than by overwhelming numerical superiority.
§ 41. It’s unlikely that any subjects like those we've just described, requiring ten years of work, will be tackled by the modern landscape school—at least not until its Pre-Raphaelitic tendencies develop significantly more than they currently have; nor was it ideal for Turner to have focused on any single subject for too long, regardless of how beautiful it was, as it would have stifled his creative genius. But with his usual keen insight, he quickly recognized that the aspect of "quantity" was the key to expressing all grand mountain drawing; and the subjects I primarily discussed in the First Volume (chapter on the Inferior Mountains, § 16, &c.) are distinguished from the work of other painters mainly by this abundance. As beautiful as they are in color, graceful in concept, and powerful in execution, they stand out less in these aspects than in their straightforward, measurable quantity; on average, he has around twenty trees or rocks where others have only one, achieving success not just through strategic skill but also through overwhelming numerical advantage.
§ 42. I say his works are distinguished in this more than in anything else, not because this is their highest quality, but because it is peculiar to them. Invention, color, grace of arrangement, we may find in Tintoret and Veronese in various manifestation; but the expression of the infinite redundance of natural landscape had never been attempted until Turner's time; and the treatment of the masses of mountain in the Daphne and Leucippus, Golden Bough, and Modern Italy, is wholly without precursorship in art.
§ 42. I believe his works stand out in this aspect more than anything else, not because it’s their greatest quality, but because it’s unique to them. We can see invention, color, and graceful arrangement in Tintoretto and Veronese in different ways; however, the expression of the endless abundance of natural landscapes wasn’t attempted until Turner came along. The way he handles the masses of mountains in the Daphne and Leucippus, Golden Bough, and Modern Italy is completely unprecedented in art.
Nor, observe, do I insist upon this quantity merely as arithmetical, or as if it were producible by repetition of similar things. It would be easy to be redundant, if multiplication of the same idea constituted fulness; and since Turner first introduced these types of landscape, myriads of vulgar imitations of them have been produced, whose perpetrators have supposed themselves disciples or rivals of Turner, in covering their hills with white dots for forest, and their foregrounds with yellow sparklings for herbage. But the Turnerian redundance is never monotonous. Of the thousands of groups of touches which, with him, are necessary to constitute a single bank of hill, not one but has some special character, and is as much a separate invention as the whole plan of the picture. Perhaps this may be sufficiently understood by an attentive examination of the detail introduced by him in his St. Gothard subject, as shown in Plate 37.
Nor should you think I bring this quantity up just as an arithmetic point, or as if it could be created by repeating the same things. It would be easy to be excessive if multiplying the same idea meant completeness; and since Turner first introduced these kinds of landscapes, countless cheap imitations have been made by those who believed they were followers or competitors of Turner, dotting their hills with white spots for trees and their foregrounds with yellow specks for grass. However, Turner’s excess is never boring. Of the thousands of brushstroke groups that he uses to create a single hillside, each has its own unique character and is just as much an original idea as the overall composition of the painting. This can perhaps be clearly seen by carefully examining the details he included in his St. Gothard work, as shown in Plate 37.
§ 43. I do not, indeed, know if the examples I have given 292 from natural scenes, though they are as characteristic as I could well choose, are enough to accustom the reader to the character of true mountain lines, and to enable him to recognize such lines in other instances; but if not, at all events they may serve to elucidate the main points, and guide to more complete examination of the subject, if it interests him, among the hills themselves. And if, after he has pursued the inquiry long enough to feel the certitude of the laws which I have been endeavoring to illustrate, he turns back again to art, I am well assured it will be with a strange recognition of unconceived excellence, and a newly quickened pleasure in the unforeseen fidelity, that he will trace the pencilling of Turner upon his hill drawings. I do not choose to spend, in this work, the labor and time which would be necessary to analyze, as I have done the drawing of the St. Gothard, any other of Turner's important mountain designs; for the reader must feel the disadvantage they are under in being either reduced in scale, or divided into fragments: and therefore these chapters are always to be considered merely as memoranda for reference before the pictures which the reader may have it in his power to examine. But this one drawing of the St. Gothard, as it has already elucidated for us Turner's knowledge of crest structure, will be found no less wonderful in the fulness with which it illustrates his perception of the lower aqueous and other curvatures. If the reader will look back to the etching of the entire subject, Plate 21, he will now discern, I believe, without the necessity of my lettering them for him, the lines of fall, rounded down from the crests until they plunge into the overhanging precipices; the lines of projection, where the fallen stones extend the long concave sweep from the couloir, pushing the torrent against the bank on the other side; in the opening of the ravine he will perceive the oblique and parallel inclination of its sides, following the cleavage of the beds in the diagonal line A B of the reference figure; and, finally, in the great slope and precipice on the right of it, he will recognize one of the grandest types of the peculiar mountain mass which Turner always chose by preference to illustrate, the "slope above wall" of d in Fig. 13, p. 148; compare also the last chapter, §§ 26, 27. It will be seen, by reference to my sketch of the spot, Plate 20, that this conformation does actually exist there 293 with great definiteness: Turner has only enlarged and thrown it into more numerous alternations of light and shade. As these could not be shown in the etching, I have given, in the frontispiece, this passage nearly of its real size: the exquisite greys and blues by which Turner has rounded and thrown it back are necessarily lost in the plate; but the grandeur of his simple cliff and soft curves of sloping bank above is in some degree rendered.
§ 43. I don't actually know if the examples I've shared from natural scenes, though they are as typical as I could choose, are enough to help you get used to the true mountain lines and to recognize them elsewhere; but if not, at least they may clarify the main points and guide you to a more thorough exploration of the topic, if you're interested, among the hills themselves. And if, after you've pursued this inquiry long enough to grasp the certainty of the laws I'm trying to explain, you return to art, I'm confident it will be with a newfound awareness of unimagined excellence and a refreshed pleasure in the unexpected accuracy of Turner's pencil work in his hill drawings. I don't want to spend the effort and time in this work to analyze any of Turner's significant mountain designs as I have with the drawing of St. Gothard; the reader must realize the challenge they face, being either scaled down or broken into pieces: so these chapters should always be viewed as notes for reference before the artworks that you might be able to examine. But this one drawing of the St. Gothard, as it has already clarified for us Turner's understanding of crest structure, will be no less impressive in how well it illustrates his perception of the lower watery and other curves. If you look back at the complete subject in Plate 21, you will likely notice, without me needing to label them for you, the lines of descent, rounded down from the crests until they drop into the overhanging cliffs; the lines of projection, where the fallen stones create a long concave sweep from the couloir, pushing the stream against the other bank; in the opening of the ravine, you'll see the slanted and parallel slopes of its sides, following the layers of the beds in the diagonal line A B of the reference figure; and finally, on the large slope and cliff to its right, you'll recognize one of the grandest examples of the unique mountain shape that Turner always preferred to illustrate, the "slope above wall" of d in Fig. 13, p. 148; compare also the last chapter, §§ 26, 27. By looking at my sketch of the location in Plate 20, you'll see that this formation actually exists there with great clarity: Turner has simply amplified it and introduced more variations of light and shadow. Since these couldn't be shown in the etching, I've provided, in the frontispiece, this section nearly to its actual size: the exquisite greys and blues that Turner has used to shape and push it back are necessarily lost in the plate; but the majesty of his simple cliff and soft slopes above is somewhat captured.
We must yet dwell for a moment on the detail of the rocks on the left in Plate 37, as they approach nearer the eye, turning at the same time from the light. It cost me trouble to etch this passage, and yet half its refinements are still missed; for Turner has put his whole strength into it, and wrought out the curving of the gneiss beds with a subtlety which could not be at all approached in the time I had to spare for this plate. Enough, however, is expressed to illustrate the points in question.
We need to pause for a moment to focus on the details of the rocks on the left in Plate 37, as they come closer to view, turning away from the light at the same time. It took me a lot of effort to capture this section, and even then, half of its intricacies are still overlooked; Turner has poured all his skill into it, shaping the curves of the gneiss layers with a subtlety that I just couldn't match in the limited time I had for this piece. However, there’s enough represented to highlight the points in question.
§ 44. We have first, observe, a rounded bank, broken, at its edges, into cleavages by inclined beds. I thought it would be well, lest the reader should think I dwelt too much on this particular scene, to give an instance of similar structure from another spot; and therefore I daguerreotyped the cleavages of a slope of gneiss just above the Cascade des Pélerins, Chamouni, corresponding in position to this bank of Turner's. Plate 48 (facing p. 303), copied by Mr. Armytage from the daguerreotype, represents, necessarily in a quite unprejudiced and impartial way, the structure at present in question; and the reader may form a sufficient idea, from this plate, of the complexity of descending curve and foliated rent, in even a small piece of mountain foreground,95 where the gneiss beds are tolerably continuous. But Turner had to add to such general complexity the expression of a more than ordinary undulation in the beds of the St. Gothard gneiss.
§ 44. First, we see a rounded bank, its edges broken into cleavages by slanted layers. I thought it would be helpful, to avoid giving the impression that I’m focusing too much on this specific scene, to provide an example of a similar structure from another location. Therefore, I captured the cleavages of a gneiss slope just above the Cascade des Pélerins in Chamouni, which corresponds in position to Turner’s bank. Plate 48 (facing p. 303), reproduced by Mr. Armytage from the daguerreotype, illustrates the structure currently in question in a completely objective and impartial manner. The reader can get a good sense from this plate of the intricate descending curves and layered fractures, even in a small section of the mountain foreground, 95, where the gneiss layers are fairly continuous. But Turner needed to add to this overall complexity the depiction of an unusual undulation in the layers of the St. Gothard gneiss.
§ 45. If the reader will look back to Chapter II. § 13, he will find it stated that this scene is approached out of the defile of Dazio Grande, of which the impression was still strong on Turner's mind, and where only he could see, close at hand, the nature of the rocks in a good section. It most luckily happens 294 that De Saussure was interested by the rocks at the same spot, and has given the following account of them, Voyages, §§ 1801, 1802:—
§ 45. If the reader looks back to Chapter II. § 13, they will find that this scene is approached from the Dazio Grande gorge, which left a strong impression on Turner, where only he could closely examine the type of rocks in a good section. Fortunately, De Saussure was also intrigued by the rocks at the same location and provided the following account of them in Voyages, §§ 1801, 1802:—
"À une lieue de Faïdo, l'on passe le Tésin pour le repasser bientôt après [see the old bridge in Turner's view, carried away in mine], et l'on trouve sur sa rive droite des couches d'une roche feuilletée, qui montent du Côté du Nord.
"About a league from Faïdo, you cross the Tésin only to cross it again shortly after [see the old bridge in Turner's view, carried away in mine], and on its right bank, you find layers of layered rock that rise from the North side."
"On voit clairement que depuis que les granits veinés ont été remplacés par des pierres moins solides, tantôt les rochers se sont éboulés et ont été recouverts par la terre végétale, tantôt leur situation primitive a subi des changements irréguliers.
"On voit clairement que depuis que les granits veinés ont été remplacés par des pierres moins solides, tantôt les rochers se sont éboulés et ont été recouverts par la terre végétale, tantôt leur situation primitive a subi des changements irréguliers."
"§ 1802. Mais bientôt après, on monte par un chemin en corniche au dessus du Tésin, qui se précipite entre des rochers avec la plus grande violence. Ces rochers sont là si serrés, qu'il n'y a de place que pour la rivière et pour le chemin, et même en quelques endroits, celui-ci est entièrement pris sur le roc. Je fis à pied cette montée, pour examiner avec soin ces beaux rochers, dignes de toute l'attention d'un amateur.
"§ 1802. But soon after, we climb up a narrow path above the Tésin, which rushes violently between the rocks. The rocks are so close together that there's only enough space for the river and the path, and in some spots, the path is carved directly into the rock. I made this ascent on foot to closely examine these beautiful rocks, worthy of any enthusiast's attention.
"Les veinés de ce granit forment en plusieurs endroits des zigzags redoublés, précisément comme ces anciennes tapisseries, connues sous le nom de points d'Hongrie; et là, on ne peut pas prononcer, si les veinés de la pierre, sont ou ne sont pas parallèles à ses couches. Cependant ces veinés reprennent aussi dans quelques places, une direction constante, et cette direction est bien la même que celle des couches. Il paroît même qu'en divers endroits, où ces veinés ont la forme d'un sigma ou d'une M couchée M, ce sont les grandes jambes du sigma, qui ont la direction des couches. Enfin, j'observai plusieurs couches, qui dans le milieu de leur épaisseur paroissoient remplies de ces veinés en zigzag, tandis qu'auprès de leurs bords, on les voyoit toutes en lignes droites."
"Les veinés de ce granit forment en plusieurs endroits des zigzags redoublés, précisément comme ces anciennes tapisseries, connues sous le nom de points d'Hongrie; et là, on ne peut pas prononcer, si les veinés de la pierre, sont ou ne sont pas parallèles à ses couches. Cependant ces veinés reprennent aussi dans quelques places, une direction constante, et cette direction est bien la même que celle des couches. Il paroît même qu'en divers endroits, où ces veinés ont la forme d'un sigma ou d'une M couchée M, ce sont les grandes jambes du sigma, qui ont la direction des couches. Enfin, j'observai plusieurs couches, qui dans le milieu de leur épaisseur paroissoient remplies de ces veinés en zigzag, tandis qu'auprès de leurs bords, on les voyoit toutes en lignes droites."
§ 46. If the reader will now examine Turner's work at the point x in the reference figure, and again on the stones in the foreground, comparing it finally with the fragment of the rocks which happened fortunately to come into my foreground in Plate 20, rising towards the left, and of which I have etched the structure with some care, though at the time I had quite forgotten Saussure's notice of the peculiar M-shaped zigzags of the 295 gneiss at the spot, I believe he will have enough evidence before him, taken all in all, to convince him of Turner's inevitable perception, and of the entire supremacy of his mountain drawing over all that had previously existed. And if he is able to refer, even to the engravings (though I desire always that what I state should be tested by the drawings only) of any others of his elaborate hill-subjects, and will examine their details with careful reference to the laws explained in this chapter, he will find that the Turnerian promontories and banks are always simply right, and that in all respects; that their gradated curvatures, and nodding cliffs, and redundant sequence of folded glen and feathery glade, are, in all their seemingly fanciful beauty, literally the most downright plain speaking that has as yet been uttered about hills; and differ from all antecedent work, not in being ideal, but in being, so to speak, pictorial casts of the ground. Such a drawing as that of the Yorkshire Richmond, looking down the river, in the England Series, is even better than a model of the ground, because it gives the aerial perspective, and is better than a photograph of the ground, because it exaggerates no shadows, while it unites the veracities both of model and photograph.
§ 46. If the reader examines Turner's work at point x in the reference figure, and again on the stones in the foreground, comparing it with the fragment of the rocks that fortuitously came into my foreground in Plate 20, rising to the left, and which I have carefully etched the structure of, even though I had completely forgotten Saussure's mention of the unique M-shaped zigzags of the 295 gneiss at that location, I believe he will find enough evidence to convince him of Turner's undeniable vision and the superiority of his mountain drawings over everything that came before. If he can also refer to the engravings of any of his intricate hill scenes (though I always prefer that my statements be tested solely by the drawings), and examines their details with careful reference to the principles explained in this chapter, he will discover that Turner's promontories and banks are consistently right in every way. Their gradual curves, leaning cliffs, and abundant sequences of folded valleys and feathery glades are, in all their seemingly fanciful beauty, the most straightforward expression ever made about hills; and they differ from all earlier works, not by being ideal, but by being, so to speak, pictorial casts of the land. A drawing like that of the Yorkshire Richmond, looking down the river, in the England Series, is even better than a model of the land, because it offers an aerial perspective, and is better than a photograph of the land, as it does not exaggerate any shadows while combining the truths of both a model and a photograph.
§ 47. Nor let it be thought that it was an easy or creditable thing to treat mountain ground with this faithfulness in the days when Turner executed those drawings. In the Encyclopædia Britannica (Edinburgh, 1797), under article "Drawing," the following are the directions given for the production of a landscape:—
§ 47. And don't think it was easy or admirable to handle mountainous terrain with such dedication when Turner created those drawings. In the Encyclopædia Britannica (Edinburgh, 1797), under the article "Drawing," the following directions are provided for creating a landscape:—
"If he is to draw a landscape from nature, let him take his station on a rising ground, where he will have a large horizon, and mark his tablet into three divisions, downwards from top to the bottom; and divide in his own mind the landscape he is to take into three divisions also. Then let him turn his face directly opposite to the midst of the horizon, keeping his body fixed, and draw what is directly before his eyes upon the middle division of the tablet: then turn his head, but not his body,96 to the left hand and delineate what he views there, joining it properly to what he had done before; and, lastly, do the same by 296 what is to be seen upon his right hand, laying down everything exactly, both with respect to distance and proportion. One example is given in plate clxviii.
"If he wants to draw a landscape from nature, he should find a rising spot where he can see far and wide. He should divide his drawing surface into three sections, from top to bottom, and also mentally break down the landscape into those three parts. Then, he should face directly towards the center of the horizon, keeping his body still, and draw what he sees right in front of him in the middle section of the drawing surface. After that, he should turn his head, but not his body,96 to the left and sketch what he sees there, making sure to connect it properly to what he just drew. Lastly, he should do the same for what is visible on his right side, carefully capturing everything in terms of distance and proportion. One example is given in plate clxviii."
"The best artists of late, in drawing their landscapes, make them shoot away, one part lower than another. Those who make their landscapes mount up higher and higher, as if they stood at the bottom of a hill to take the prospect, commit a great error; the best way is to get upon a rising ground, make the nearest objects in the piece the highest, and those that are farther off to shoot away lower and lower till they come almost level with the line of the horizon, lessening everything proportionably to its distance, and observing also to make the objects fainter and less distinct the farther they are removed from the eye. He must make all his lights and shades fall one way, and let every thing have its proper motion: as trees shaken by the wind, the small boughs bending more and the large ones less; water agitated by the wind, and dashing against ships or boats, or falling from a precipice upon rocks and stones, and spirting up again into the air, and sprinkling all about; clouds also in the air now gathered with the winds; now violently condensed into hail, rain, and the like,—always remembering, that whatever motions are caused by the wind must be made all to move the same way, because the wind can blow but one way at once."
"The best artists today, when drawing their landscapes, create depth by showing one part lower than another. Those who portray their landscapes rising higher and higher, as if they’re standing at the bottom of a hill to view the scene, make a big mistake; the best approach is to stand on elevated ground, making the closest objects in the piece the highest and the ones farther away lower and lower until they nearly align with the horizon line, decreasing everything in size based on its distance, and also ensuring that objects become fainter and less clear the farther they are from the viewer. They need to make sure all their light and shadow falls in the same direction, and let everything have its natural movement: for example, trees swaying in the wind, with the small branches bending more and the large ones bending less; water stirred by the wind, splashing against ships or boats, or cascading from a cliff onto rocks and stones, then spraying back up into the air and sprinkling everything nearby; clouds in the sky being whipped by the winds, sometimes gathering into storms, and then violently turning into hail, rain, and the like—always remembering that any movements caused by the wind need to all move in the same direction since the wind can only blow one way at a time."
Such was the state of the public mind, and of public instruction, at the time when Claude, Poussin, and Salvator were in the zenith of their reputation; such were the precepts which, even to the close of the century, it was necessary for a young painter to comply with during the best part of the years he gave to study. Take up one of Turner's views of our Yorkshire dells, seen from about a hawk's height of pause above the sweep of its river, and with it in your hand, side by side with the old Encyclopædia paragraph, consider what must have been the man's strength, who, on a sudden, passed from such precept to such practice.
Such was the mindset of the public and the state of education at the time when Claude, Poussin, and Salvator were at the height of their fame; these were the rules that a young painter had to follow throughout most of his schooling even until the end of the century. Pick up one of Turner's views of our Yorkshire valleys, seen from about the height of a hawk hovering above the curve of its river, and with it in hand, side by side with the old Encyclopædia paragraph, think about the skill of the man who suddenly transitioned from such guidelines to such real-world work.
§ 48. On a sudden it was; for, even yet a youth, and retaining profound respect for all older artist's ways of work, he followed his own will fearlessly in choice of scene; and already in the earliest of his coast drawings there are as daring and strange decisions touching the site of the spectator as in his latest 297 works; lookings down and up into coves and clouds, as defiant of all former theories touching possible perspective, or graceful componence of subject, as, a few years later, his system of color was of the theory of the brown tree. Nor was the step remarkable merely for its magnitude,—for the amount of progress made in a few years. It was much more notable by its direction. The discovery of the true structure of hill banks had to be made by Turner, not merely in advance of the men of his day, but in contradiction to them. Examine the works of contemporary and preceding landscapists, and it will be found that the universal practice is to make the tops of all cliffs broken and rugged, their bases smooth and soft, or concealed with wood. No one had ever observed the contrary structure, the bank rounded at the top, and broken on the flank. And yet all the hills of any importance which are met with throughout Lowland Europe are, properly speaking, high banks, for the most part following the courses of rivers, and forming a step from the high ground, of which the country generally consists, to the river level. Thus almost the whole of France, though, on the face of it, flat, is raised from 300 to 500 feet above the level of the sea, and is traversed by valleys either formed by, or directing, the course of its great rivers. In these valleys lie all its principal towns, surrounded, almost without exception, by ranges of hills covered with wood or vineyard. Ascending these hills, we find ourselves at once in an elevated plain, covered with corn and lines of apple trees, extending to the next river side, where we come to the brow of another hill, and descend to the city and valley beneath it. Our own valleys in Northumberland, Yorkshire, Derbyshire, and Devonshire, are cut in the same manner through vast extents of elevated land; the scenery which interests the traveller chiefly, as he passes through even the most broken parts of those counties, being simply that of the high banks which rise from the shores of the Dart or the Derwent, the Wharfe or the Tees. In all cases, when these banks are surmounted, the sensation is one of disappointment, as the adventurer finds himself, the moment he has left the edge of the ravine, in a waste of softly undulating moor or arable land, hardly deserving the title of hill country. As we advance into the upper districts the fact remains still the same, although the 298 banks to be climbed are higher, the ravines grander, and the intermediate land more broken. The majesty of an isolated peak is still comparatively rare, and nearly all the most interesting pieces of scenery are glens or passes, which, if seen from a height great enough to command them in all their relations, would be found in reality little more than trenches excavated through broad masses of elevated land, and expanding at intervals into the wide basins which are occupied by the glittering lake or smiling plain.
§ 48. Suddenly, it happened; for, even as a young man, while still holding great respect for the older artists' methods of work, he boldly followed his own instincts in choosing scene; and even in his earliest coast drawings, he made bold and unconventional choices about the viewer's perspective, similar to those in his latest 297 works; looking down into coves and up into clouds, challenging all previous ideas about perspective and the pleasing arrangement of subjects, just as a few years later, his color system challenged the theory of the brown tree. This shift was significant not just for its scale—the amount of progress achieved in a few years—but even more so for its direction. Turner had to discover the true structure of hill banks not only ahead of his contemporaries but in opposition to them. If you examine the works of landscape artists of that time and before, you will find that the common practice was to depict cliff tops as broken and rugged, with smooth and soft bases, often hidden by trees. No one had noted the opposite structure, where the bank is rounded at the top and jagged on the sides. Yet, most of the significant hills found throughout Lowland Europe are, in reality, high banks, typically following the paths of rivers and providing a transition from the higher ground that characterizes the landscape to the river level. Thus, nearly all of France, while appearing flat, is actually elevated 300 to 500 feet above sea level and is shaped by valleys that either form or guide the courses of its major rivers. In these valleys lie its main towns, almost always surrounded by hills covered with woods or vineyards. Climbing these hills, one immediately reaches an elevated plain filled with fields and rows of apple trees, extending to the banks of another river, where one meets the top of yet another hill and descends into the city and valley below. Similarly, our valleys in Northumberland, Yorkshire, Derbyshire, and Devonshire are carved in the same way through vast expanses of higher land; the scenes that excite travelers, even through the most rugged areas of those regions, simply showcase the high banks rising from the shores of the Dart or the Derwent, the Wharfe or the Tees. In every case, once these banks are crossed, the experience is one of disappointment, as the adventurer quickly discovers that, upon leaving the edge of the ravine, they find themselves in a gently rolling moor or farmland, hardly fitting the label of hill country. As we venture into the higher regions, this fact remains true, although the 298 banks to climb are higher, the ravines more impressive, and the land in between more varied. The grandeur of a lone peak is still relatively rare, and nearly all the most captivating views are found in glens or passes, which, if viewed from a sufficient height to see them in their entirety, would reveal themselves as little more than trenches carved through large areas of raised land, occasionally opening into wide basins occupied by sparkling lakes or picturesque plains.
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§ 49. All these facts had been entirely ignored by artists; nay, almost by geologists, before Turner's time. He saw them at once; fathomed them to the uttermost, and, partly owing to early association, partly, perhaps, to the natural pleasure of working a new mine discovered by himself, devoted his best powers to their illustration, passing by with somewhat less attention the conditions of broken-summited rock, which had previously been the only ones known. And if we now look back to his treatment of the crest of Mont Pilate, in the figure given at the close of the last chapter, we shall understand better the nature and strength of the instinct which compelled him to sacrifice the peaked summit, and to bring the whole mountain within a lower enclosing line. In that figure, however, the dotted peak interferes with the perception of the form finally determined upon, which therefore I repeat here (Fig. 106), as Turner gave it in color. The eye may not at first detect the law of ascent in the peaks, but if the height of any one of them were altered, the general form would instantly be perceived to be less agreeable. Fig. 107 shows that they are disposed within an infinite curve, A c, from which the last crag falls a little to conceal 299 the law, while the terminal line at the other extremity, A b, is a minor echo of the whole contour.
§ 49. All these facts had been completely overlooked by artists; in fact, almost entirely by geologists, before Turner's time. He recognized them immediately; understood them thoroughly, and, partly due to early experiences, and perhaps because of the joy in exploring a new discovery he had made himself, dedicated his best efforts to illustrating them, giving somewhat less attention to the previously known conditions of jagged rock formations. Now, if we look back at his depiction of Mont Pilate's peak, as shown at the end of the last chapter, we can better appreciate the instinct that drove him to sacrifice the pointed summit and encompass the entire mountain within a lower outline. In that figure, however, the dotted peak disrupts the perception of the final form, which I will repeat here (Fig. 106), as Turner rendered it in color. The eye might not immediately recognize the rising pattern in the peaks, but if the height of any one of them were changed, the overall shape would quickly seem less appealing. Fig. 107 demonstrates that they are positioned within an infinite curve, A c, from which the last crag slightly descends to obscure the pattern, while the endpoint at the other side, A b, is a smaller reflection of the entire outline.
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Fig. 107. |
§ 50. I must pause to make one exception to my general statement that this structure had been entirely ignored. The reader was, perhaps, surprised by the importance I attached to the fragment of mountain background by Masaccio, given in Plate 13 of the third volume. If he looks back to it now, his surprise will be less. It was a complete recognition of the laws of the lines of aqueous sculpture, asserted as Turner's was, in the boldest opposition to the principles of rock drawing of the time. It presents even smoother and broader masses than any which I have shown as types of hill form; but it must be remembered that Masaccio had seen only the softer contours of the Apennine limestone. I have no memorandum by me of the hill lines near Florence; but Plate 47 shows the development of limestone structure, at a spot which has, I think, the best right to be given as an example of the Italian hills, the head of the valley of Carrara. The white scar on the hill side is the principal quarry; and the peaks above deserve observation, not so much for anything in their forms, as for the singular barrenness which was noted in the fifteenth chapter of the last volume (§ 8) as too often occurring in the Apennines. Compare this plate with the previous one. The peak drawn in Plate 46 rises at least 7500 feet above the sea,—yet is wooded to its top; this Carrara crag not above 5000,97—yet it is wholly barren.
§ 50. I need to make one exception to my earlier statement that this structure had been completely overlooked. You might have been surprised by how much importance I placed on the fragment of mountain background by Masaccio shown in Plate 13 of the third volume. If you look back at it now, you’ll probably be less surprised. It fully recognizes the principles of water-based sculpture lines, just like Turner’s work, in strong contrast to the rock drawing styles of the time. It shows even smoother and broader shapes than any I've presented as examples of hill formation; however, it’s important to remember that Masaccio only saw the softer outlines of the Apennine limestone. I don’t have any notes about the hill lines near Florence, but Plate 47 illustrates the limestone formation at a location that I believe rightly serves as a good example of the Italian hills, at the head of the Carrara valley. The white scar on the hillside is the main quarry, and the peaks above are worth noting, not just for their shapes, but for the strange barrenness mentioned in the fifteenth chapter of the last volume (§ 8) that happens too often in the Apennines. Compare this plate with the previous one. The peak shown in Plate 46 rises at least 7500 feet above sea level—yet it is covered in trees to its summit; this crag at Carrara, which is no more than 5000,97—is entirely devoid of vegetation.
§ 51. Masaccio, however, as we saw, was taken away by death before he could give any one of his thoughts complete expression. 300 Turner was spared to do his work, in this respect at least, completely. It might be thought that, having had such adverse influence to struggle with, he would prevail against it but in part; and, though showing the way to much that was new, retain of necessity some old prejudices, and leave his successors to pursue in purer liberty, and with happier power, the path he had pointed out. But it was not so: he did the work so completely on the ground which he chose to illustrate, that nothing is left for future artists to accomplish in that kind. Some classes of scenery, as often pointed out in the preceding pages, he was unfamiliar with, or held in little affection, and out of that scenery, untouched by him, new motives may be obtained; but of such landscape as his favorite Yorkshire Wolds, and banks of Rhenish and French hill, and rocky mountains of Switzerland, like the St. Gothard, already so long dwelt upon, he has expressed the power in what I believe to be for ever a central and unmatchable way. I do not say this with positiveness, because it is not demonstrable. Turner may be beaten on his own ground—so may Tintoret, so may Shakespeare, Dante, or Homer: but my belief is that all these first-rate men are lonely men; that the particular work they did was by them done for ever in the best way; and that this work done by Turner among the hills, joining the most intense appreciation of all tenderness with delight in all magnitude, and memory for all detail, is never to be rivalled, or looked upon in similitude again.
§ 51. Masaccio, as we observed, passed away before he could fully express any of his ideas. 300 Turner, on the other hand, had the opportunity to complete his work. One might think that, having faced so many challenges, he would only partially succeed; and while he paved the way for much that was new, he would inevitably hold onto some old biases and leave it to his successors to continue down the path he had illuminated with greater freedom and skill. But that wasn’t the case: he executed his work so thoroughly within the parameters he chose to explore that there's nothing left for future artists to achieve in that style. There are types of scenery he was either unfamiliar with or did not particularly care for, and from those untouched landscapes, new inspiration might arise; however, in terms of the landscapes he loved, like the Yorkshire Wolds, the banks of the Rhine and French hills, and the rugged mountains of Switzerland, especially St. Gothard, he has captured their essence in what I believe is an unmatched and timeless manner. I don’t assert this with certainty, as it can’t be proven. Turner could be outdone in his own domain—so could Tintoretto, Shakespeare, Dante, or Homer: but I believe that all these exceptional individuals are somewhat solitary figures; the specific work they produced was done by them in the best way possible, and that Turner’s work among the hills, combining a deep appreciation for all things delicate with joy in grandness and attention to detail, will never be surpassed or mirrored again.
88 Quantity of curvature is as measurable as quantity of anything else; only observe that it depends on the nature of the line, not on its magnitude; thus, in simple circular curvature, a b, Fig. 96, being the fourth of a large circle, and b c the half of a smaller one, the quantity of the element of circular curvature in the entire line a c is three fourths of that in any circle,—the the same as the quantity in the line e f.
88 Quantity of curvature can be measured just like any other quantity; just keep in mind that it depends on the type of line, not on its size. For example, in simple circular curvature, a b, Fig. 96, is a quarter of a large circle, and b c is half of a smaller one. The total amount of circular curvature in the entire line a c is three-quarters of that in any circle—the same as the amount in the line e f.
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89 The catenary is not properly a curve capable of infinity, if its direction does not alter with its length; but it is capable of infinity, implying such alteration by the infinite removal of the points of suspension. It entirely corresponds in its effect on the eye and mind to the infinite curves. I do not know the exact nature of the apparent curves of suspension formed by a high and weighty waterfall; they are dependent on the gain in rapidity of descent by the central current, where its greater body is less arrested by the air; and I apprehend, are catenary in character, though not in cause.
89 The catenary isn't really a curve capable of infinity unless its direction changes with its length; however, it is capable of infinity, meaning that it changes as the points of suspension are moved farther apart. Its effect on both the eye and mind is similar to that of infinite curves. I'm not sure exactly what the apparent curves of suspension are created by a tall, heavy waterfall; they depend on how quickly the central current descends, where its larger mass is less affected by the air; and I suspect they have a catenary shape, though not necessarily for the same reasons.
90 I am afraid of becoming tiresome by going too far into the intricacies of this most difficult subject; but I say "towards the bottom of the hill," because, when a certain degree of verticality is reached, a counter protective influence begins to establish itself, the stones and waterfalls bounding away from the brow of the precipice into the air, and wearing it at the top only. Also it is evident that when the curvature falls into a vertical cliff, as often happens, the maximum of curvature must be somewhere above the brow of the cliff, as in the cliff itself it has again died into a straight line.
90 I'm worried about being boring by diving too deep into the complexities of this challenging topic; but I say "towards the bottom of the hill," because when a certain height is achieved, a counterbalancing effect starts to appear. The stones and waterfalls break away from the edge of the cliff into the air, only to wear away at the top. It's also clear that when the curve leads to a vertical drop, which often occurs, the peak of the curve must be situated somewhere above the edge of the cliff, since in the cliff itself, it has flattened into a straight line again.
91 The following extract from my private diary, giving an account of the destruction of the beauty of this waterfall in the year 1849, which I happened to witness, may be interesting to those travellers who remember it before that period. The house spoken of as "Joseph's," is that of the guide Joseph Coutet, in a village about a mile below the cascade, between it and the Arve: that noticed as of the "old avalanche" is a hollow in the forest, cleft by a great avalanche which fell from the Aiguille du Midi in the spring of 1844. It struck down about a thousand full-grown pines, and left an open track in the midst of the wood, from the cascade nearly down to the village.
91 The following excerpt from my private diary, detailing the destruction of the beauty of this waterfall in 1849, which I happened to witness, may interest travelers who remember it before that time. The house referred to as "Joseph's" belongs to the guide Joseph Coutet, located in a village about a mile below the cascade, situated between it and the Arve River. The area noted as the "old avalanche" is a depression in the forest created by a massive avalanche that fell from the Aiguille du Midi in the spring of 1844. It took down around a thousand mature pine trees and left a clear path through the woods, stretching from the cascade almost down to the village.
"Evening, Thursday, June 28th. I set out for the Cascade des Pélerins as usual; when we reached Joseph's house, we heard a sound from the torrent like low thunder, or like that of a more distant and heavier fall. A peasant said something to Joseph, who stopped to listen, then nodded, and said to me, 'La cascade vient de se déborder.' Thinking there would be time enough afterwards to ask for explanations, I pushed up the hill almost without asking a question. When we reached the place of the old avalanche, Joseph called to me to stop and see the torrent increase. There was at this time a dark cloud on the Aiguille du Midi, down to its base; the upper part of the torrent was brown, the lower white, not larger than usual. The brown part came down, I thought, with exceeding slowness, reaching the cascade gradually; as it did so, the fall rose to about once and a half its usual height, and in the five minutes' time that I paused (it could not be more) turned to the color of slate. I then pushed on as hard as I could. When I reached the last ascent I was obliged to stop for breath, but got up before the fall could sensibly have diminished in body of water. It was then nearly twice as far cast out from the rock as last night, and the water nearly black in color; and it had the appearance, as it broke and separated at the outer part of the fall, of a shower of fragments of flat slate. The reason of this appearance I could not comprehend, unless the water was so mixed with mud that it drew out flat and unctuously when it broke; but so it was: instead of spray it looked like a shower of dirty flat bits of slate—only with a lustre, as if they had been wet first. This, however, was the least of it, for the torrent carried with it nearly as much weight of stone as water; the stones varying in size, the average being, I suppose, about that of a hen's egg; but I do not suppose that at any instant the arch of water was without four or five as large as a man's fist, and often came larger ones,—all vomited forth with the explosive power of a small volcano, and falling in a continual shower as thick, constant, and, had it not been mixed with the crash of the fall, as loud as a heavy fire of infantry; they bounded and leaped in the basin of the fall like hailstones in a thunder-shower. As we watched the fall it seemed convulsively to diminish, and suddenly showed, as it shortened, the rock underneath it, which I could hardly see yesterday: as I cried out to Joseph it rose again, higher than ever, and continued to rise, till it all but reached the snow on the rock opposite. It then became very fantastic and variable, increasing and diminishing in the space of two or three seconds, and partially changing its direction. After watching it for half an hour or so, I determined to try and make some memoranda. Coutet brought me up a jug of water: I stooped to dip my brush, when Coutet caught my arm, saying, 'Tenez;' at the same instant I heard a blow, like the going off of a heavy gun, two or three miles away; I looked up, and as I did, the cascade sank before my eyes, and fell back to the rock. Neither of us spoke for an instant or two; then Coutet said, 'C'est une pierre, qui est logée dans le creux,' or words to that effect: in fact, he had seen the stone come down as he called to me. I thought also that nothing more had happened, and watched the destroyed fall only with interest, until, as suddenly as it had fallen, it rose again, though not to its former height; and Coutet, stooping down, exclaimed, 'Ce n'est pas ça, le roc est percé;' in effect, a hole was now distinctly visible in the cup which turned the stream, through which the water whizzed as from a burst pipe. The cascade, however, continued to increase, until this new channel was concealed, and I was maintaining to Coutet that he must have been mistaken (and that the water only struck on the outer rock, having changed its mode of fall above), when again it fell; and the two girls, who had come up from the châlet, expressed their opinion at once, that the 'cascade est finie.' This time all was plain; the water gushed in a violent jet d'eau through the new aperture, hardly any of it escaping above. It rose again gradually, as the hole was choked with stones, and again fell; but presently sprang out almost to its first elevation (the water being by this time in much less body), and retained very nearly the form it had yesterday, until I got tired of looking at it, and went down to the little châlet, and sat down before its door. I had not been there five minutes before the cascade fell, and rose no more."
Evening, Thursday, June 28th. I headed out for the Cascade des Pélerins as usual; when we got to Joseph's house, we heard a sound from the torrent like low thunder, or like a distant and heavier fall. A peasant said something to Joseph, who stopped to listen, then nodded and said to me, "The waterfall just overflowed." Thinking there would be time later to ask for details, I climbed up the hill almost without asking a question. When we reached the site of the old avalanche, Joseph called to me to stop and watch the torrent increase. At that moment, there was a dark cloud over the Aiguille du Midi, down to its base; the upper part of the torrent was brown, while the lower part was white, not larger than usual. The brown part seemed to flow down with great slowness, gradually reaching the cascade; as it did, the fall rose to about one and a half times its usual height, and in the five minutes I paused (it couldn't have been more), it turned the color of slate. I then pushed on as quickly as I could. When I reached the last climb, I had to stop to catch my breath, but I got up before the flow noticeably decreased. At that point, it was nearly twice as far out from the rock as it had been the night before, with the water nearly black in color; it looked like a shower of flat slate fragments as it broke and separated at the outer part of the fall. I couldn't understand why it appeared this way, unless the water was so mixed with mud that it spread out flat and smoothly when it broke; but that was how it looked: instead of spray, it resembled a shower of dirty flat pieces of slate—only shiny, as if they had been wet first. However, that was the least of it, because the torrent carried with it nearly as much stone as water; the stones varied in size, averaging, I suppose, about the size of a hen's egg; but I don't think there was ever a moment when the arch of water lacked four or five stones as large as a man's fist, and often larger ones—all erupting with the explosive force of a small volcano, falling in a constant shower as thick and continuous, and had it not been for the crash of the fall, as loud as a heavy infantry fire; they bounced and leaped in the basin of the fall like hailstones during a thunderstorm. As we watched the fall, it seemed to convulsively shrink, suddenly revealing the rock beneath it, which I could hardly see yesterday: as I called out to Joseph, it rose again, higher than ever, and continued to rise until it almost reached the snow on the opposite rock. It then became very unpredictable and variable, increasing and decreasing in just two or three seconds, and partially changing direction. After observing it for about half an hour, I decided to try and make some notes. Coutet brought me a jug of water: I bent down to dip my brush when Coutet grabbed my arm, saying, "Hold on;" at the same moment, I heard a sound like a heavy gun firing two or three miles away; I looked up, and just as I did, the cascade fell back before my eyes and returned to the rock. Neither of us spoke for a moment or two; then Coutet said, "It's a stone lodged in the hollow," or something along those lines: he had seen the stone come down as he called to me. I thought nothing more had happened and watched the fallen cascade only with interest, until, as suddenly as it had dropped, it rose again, though not to its original height; and Coutet, bending down, exclaimed, "No, the rock is pierced;" in fact, a hole was now clearly visible in the basin that turned the stream, through which the water gushed like from a burst pipe. The cascade, however, continued to increase, until this new opening was concealed, and I was arguing with Coutet that he must have been mistaken (and that the water only *struck* the outer rock, having changed its falling pattern above), when it fell again; and the two girls who had come up from the chalet immediately shared their thoughts that the 'cascade is finished.' This time everything was clear; the water shot out in a violent jet through the new opening, hardly any of it escaping above. It gradually rose again as the hole filled with stones, and then fell again; but soon shot out almost to its original height (the water being much less by that point) and retained nearly the same form it had yesterday, until I got tired of watching and went down to the little chalet, sitting down in front of its door. I hadn't been there five minutes before the cascade fell and didn’t rise again.
92 It might be thought at first that the line to which such curves would approximate would be the cycloid, as the line of quickest descent. But in reality the contour is modified by perpetual sliding of the débris under the influence of rain; and by the bounding of detached fragments with continually increased momentum. I was quite unable to get at anything like the expression of a constant law among the examples I studied in the Alps, except only the great laws of delicacy and changefulness in all curves whatsoever.
92 At first, it might seem that the curves would approach the cycloid, which represents the fastest descent. However, the shape is actually altered by the constant movement of debris due to rain and by the boundaries of broken pieces gaining speed. I couldn't find anything resembling a consistent law among the examples I examined in the Alps, except for the overarching principles of fragility and variability found in all curves.
93 I owe Mr. Le Keux sincere thanks, and not a little admiration, for the care and skill with which he has followed, on a much reduced scale, the detail of this drawing.
93 I sincerely thank Mr. Le Keux and admire the care and skill he put into recreating this drawing on a much smaller scale.
94 Allow ten feet square for average space to each pine; suppose the valley seen only for five miles of its length, and the pine district two miles broad on each side—a low estimate of breadth also: this would give five millions.
94 Allow ten square feet of space for each pine tree; let's say the valley stretches for only five miles and the pine area is two miles wide on either side—a conservative estimate of width too: this would mean five million.
95 The white spots on the brow of the little cliff are lichens, only four or five inches broad.
95 The white spots on the small cliff are lichens, only four or five inches wide.
CHAPTER XVIII.
RESULTING FORMS:—FIFTHLY, STONES.
§ 1. It is somewhat singular that the indistinctness of treatment which has been so often noticed as characteristic of our present art shows itself always most when there is least apparent reason for it. Modern artists, having some true sympathy with what is vague in nature, draw all that is uncertain and evasive without evasion, and render faithfully whatever can be discerned in faithless mist or mocking vapors; but having no sympathy with what is solid and serene, they seem to become uncertain themselves in proportion to the certainty of what they see; and while they render flakes of far-away cloud, or fringes of inextricable forest, with something like patience and fidelity, give nothing but the hastiest indication of the ground they can tread upon or touch. It is only in modern art that we find any complete representation of clouds, and only in ancient art that, generally speaking, we find any careful realization of Stones.
§ 1. It is somewhat peculiar that the lack of clarity in the way our current art is treated is most noticeable when there seems to be the least reason for it. Modern artists, who genuinely connect with the ambiguity found in nature, depict all that is uncertain and elusive without dodging the issue, and capture faithfully anything that can be seen in untrustworthy mist or deceptive fog; yet, without a connection to what is solid and calm, they appear to grow less certain as the clarity of their observations increases. They may faithfully illustrate distant clouds or intricate forest edges with a kind of patience, but they provide only the briefest suggestion of the ground they can actually walk on or touch. Only in modern art do we see a full representation of clouds, while in ancient art, we generally find a careful depiction of stones.
§ 2. This is all the more strange, because, as we saw some time back, the ruggedness of the stone is more pleasing to the modern than the mediæval, and he rarely completes any picture satisfactorily to himself unless large spaces of it are filled with irregular masonry, rocky banks, or shingly shores: whereas the mediæval could conceive no desirableness in the loose and unhewn masses; associated them generally in his mind with wicked men, and the Martyrdom of St. Stephen; and always threw them out of his road, or garden, to the best of his power.
§ 2. This is even stranger because, as we noted some time ago, the roughness of the stone is more appealing to modern people than to those in medieval times, and they rarely manage to complete any picture to their satisfaction unless large areas are filled with uneven stonework, rocky banks, or pebbly shores. In contrast, the medieval mind saw no value in loose and unshaped masses; they generally associated them with wicked people and the Martyrdom of St. Stephen, and always tried to remove them from their paths or gardens as much as possible.
Yet with all this difference in predilection, such was the honesty of the mediæval, and so firm his acknowledgment of the necessity to paint completely whatever was to be painted at all, that there is hardly a strip of earth under the feet of a saint, in any finished work of the early painters, but more, and better 302 painted, stones are to be found upon it than in an entire exhibition full of modern mountain scenery.
Yet with all this difference in preference, the honesty of the medieval period was such, and their recognition of the need to fully depict anything that was to be illustrated was so strong, that in any completed work of the early painters, there is hardly a patch of ground beneath a saint’s feet that doesn't have more and better-painted stones than you would find in an entire exhibition of modern mountain landscapes. 302
§ 3. Not better painted in every respect. In those interesting and popular treatises on the art of drawing, which tell the public that their colors should neither be too warm nor too cold, and that their touches should always be characteristic of the object they are intended to represent, the directions given for the manufacture of stones usually enforce "crispness of outline" and "roughness of texture." And, accordingly, in certain expressions of frangibility, irregular accumulation, and easy resting of one block upon another, together with some conditions of lichenous or mossy texture, modern stone-painting is far beyond the ancient; for these are just the characters which first strike the eye, and enable the foreground to maintain its picturesque influence, without inviting careful examination. The mediæval painter, on the other hand, not caring for this picturesque general effect, nor being in anywise familiar with mountain scenery, perceived in stones, when he was forced to paint them, eminently the characters which they had in common with figures; that is to say, their curved outlines, rounded surfaces, and varieties of delicate color, and, accordingly, was somewhat too apt to lose their angular and fragmentary character in a series of muscular lines resembling those of an anatomical preparation; for, although in large rocks the cleavable or frangible nature was the thing that necessarily struck him most, the pebbles under his feet were apt to be oval or rounded in the localities of almost all the important schools of Italy. In Lombardy, the mass of the ground is composed of nothing but Alpine gravel, consisting of rolled oval pebbles, on the average about six inches long by four wide—awkward building materials, yet used in ingenious alternation with the bricks in all the lowland Italian fortresses. Besides this universal rotundity, the qualities of stones which rendered them valuable to the lapidary were forced on the painter's attention by the familiar arts of inlaying and mosaic. Hence, in looking at a pebble, his mind was divided between its roundness and its veins; and Leonardo covers the shelves of rock under the feet of St. Anne with variegated agates; while Mantegna often strews the small stones about his mountain caves in a polished profusion, as if some repentant 303 martyr princess had been just scattering her caskets of pearls into the dust.
§ 3. Not better painted in every respect. In those engaging and popular guides on drawing, which inform the public that their colors shouldn't be too warm or too cold, and that their brushstrokes should always reflect the object they're meant to represent, the instructions for making stones typically emphasize "crispness of outline" and "roughness of texture." As a result, in certain displays of fragility, uneven gathering, and the effortless balancing of one block on another, along with some aspects of lichen or moss-like texture, modern stone painting surpasses the ancient. These features are what catch the eye first and allow the foreground to maintain its picturesque appeal without drawing too much scrutiny. In contrast, the medieval painter, who didn't prioritize this picturesque overall effect and wasn't familiar with mountain landscapes, focused on the shared characteristics of stones with figures; that is to say, their curved outlines, rounded surfaces, and variations in delicate color. Thus, he often tended to overlook their angular and fragmented nature in a sequence of muscular lines reminiscent of an anatomical drawing. Although the cleavable or fragile nature of large rocks was striking to him, the pebbles at his feet were generally oval or rounded in nearly all the major art schools in Italy. In Lombardy, the ground consists solely of Alpine gravel, made up of smooth oval pebbles, typically about six inches long and four inches wide—awkward building materials that were cleverly alternated with bricks in all the lowland Italian fortresses. Besides this universal roundness, the qualities of stones that made them valuable to jewelers captured the painter's attention through the familiar arts of inlay and mosaic. Consequently, when looking at a pebble, his mind was torn between its roundness and its veins; and Leonardo adorns the rocky shelves beneath St. Anne's feet with colorful agates, while Mantegna frequently scatters small stones around his mountain caves in a glossy abundance, as if some penitent martyr princess had just thrown her pearl caskets into the dust.
§ 4. Some years ago, as I was talking of the curvilinear forms in a piece of rock to one of our academicians, he said to me, in a somewhat despondent accent, "If you look for curves, you will see curves; if you look for angles, you will see angles."
§ 4. A few years back, while I was discussing the curved shapes in a rock with one of our academic members, he said to me, in a somewhat downcast tone, "If you search for curves, you'll notice curves; if you search for angles, you'll notice angles."
The saying appeared to me an infinitely sad one. It was the utterance of an experienced man; and in many ways true, for one of the most singular gifts, or, if abused, most singular weaknesses, of the human mind is its power of persuading itself to see whatever it chooses;—a great gift, if directed to the discernment of the things needful and pertinent to its own work and being; a great weakness, if directed to the discovery of things profitless or discouraging. In all things throughout the world, the men who look for the crooked will see the crooked, and the men who look for the straight will see the straight. But yet the saying was a notably sad one; for it came of the conviction in the speaker's mind that there was in reality no crooked and no straight; that all so called discernment was fancy, and that men might, with equal rectitude of judgment, and good-deserving of their fellow-men, perceive and paint whatever was convenient to them.
The saying struck me as incredibly sad. It came from someone with experience and was true in many ways. One of the most unique abilities, or if misused, the most unique weakness, of the human mind is its ability to convince itself to see whatever it wants; it’s a great strength if used to recognize what’s necessary for its own work and life, and a significant weakness if it focuses on finding things that are pointless or disheartening. In every part of the world, those who look for the flaws will find flaws, and those who look for the truth will find the truth. Yet, the saying was indeed very sad; it stemmed from the speaker's belief that there was really no such thing as right or wrong; that all supposed understanding was just imagination, and that people might, with equal justification and good intentions toward others, see and describe whatever suited them.
§ 5. Whereas things may always be seen truly by candid people, though never completely. No human capacity ever yet saw the whole of a thing; but we may see more and more of it the longer we look. Every individual temper will see something different in it: but supposing the tempers honest, all the differences are there. Every advance in our acuteness of perception will show us something new; but the old and first discerned thing will still be there, not falsified, only modified and enriched by the new perceptions, becoming continually more beautiful in its harmony with them and more approved as a part of the Infinite truth.
§ 5. While honest people can always see things clearly, they can never see them completely. No human ability has ever grasped the entirety of a thing; however, we can discover more and more of it the longer we observe. Each person's unique nature will reveal something different about it: but as long as they are honest, all those differences truly exist. Every improvement in our understanding will unveil something new; yet the original insight will still remain, not distorted but rather enhanced by these new perspectives, growing increasingly beautiful as it harmonizes with them and becoming more accepted as part of the Infinite truth.
§ 6. There are no natural objects out of which more can be thus learned than out of stones. They seem to have been created especially to reward a patient observer. Nearly all other objects in nature can be seen, to some extent, without patience, and are pleasant even in being half seen. Trees, clouds, and rivers are enjoyable even by the careless; but the stone under 304 his foot has for carelessness nothing in it but stumbling; no pleasure is languidly to be had out of it, nor food, nor good of any kind; nothing but symbolism of the hard heart and the unfatherly gift. And yet, do but give it some reverence and watchfulness, and there is bread of thought in it, more than in any other lowly feature of all the landscape.
§ 6. There are no natural objects from which we can learn more than from stones. They seem to have been created specifically to reward a patient observer. Almost all other objects in nature can be appreciated, to some degree, without much effort, and are enjoyable even when only partially seen. Trees, clouds, and rivers can be appreciated even by those who are not paying much attention; but the stone under 304 your foot offers nothing but the risk of tripping if you're careless; it doesn’t provide any pleasure, nourishment, or benefit of any kind—just a reminder of a hard heart and an unkind gift. Yet, if you treat it with some respect and watchfulness, there’s a wealth of thought contained in it, more than in any other simple feature of the entire landscape.
§ 7. For a stone, when it is examined, will be found a mountain in miniature. The fineness of Nature's work is so great, that, into a single block, a foot or two in diameter, she can compress as many changes of form and structure, on a small scale, as she needs for her mountains on a large one; and, taking moss for forests, and grains of crystal for crags, the surface of a stone, in by far the plurality of instances, is more interesting than the surface of an ordinary hill; more fantastic in form and incomparably richer in color,—the last quality being, in fact, so noble in most stones of good birth (that is to say, fallen from the crystalline mountain-ranges), that I shall be less able to illustrate this part of my subject satisfactorily by means of engraving than perhaps any other, except the color of skies. I say, shall be less able, because the beauty of stone surface is in so great a degree dependent on the mosses and lichens which root themselves upon it, that I must place my richest examples in the section on vegetation. For instance, in the plate opposite, though the mass of rock is large and somewhat distant, the effect of it is as much owing to the white spots of silvery lichen in the centre and left, and to the flowing lines in which the darker mosses, growing in the cranny, have arranged themselves beyond, as to the character of the rock itself; nor could the beauty of the whole mass be explained, if we were to approach the least nearer, without more detailed drawing of this vegetation. For the present I shall only give a few examples of the drawing of stones roughly broken, or worn so as not to be materially affected by vegetation.
§ 7. When you look closely at a stone, you'll find it's like a tiny mountain. Nature’s craftsmanship is so intricate that in a single block, just a foot or two across, she can pack as many variations in shape and structure on a small scale as she does for her larger mountains; using moss to represent forests and crystal grains for cliffs, the surface of a stone, in most cases, is more captivating than that of an ordinary hill; it's more fantastical in shape and incredibly richer in color. In fact, many stones that come from crystalline mountain ranges have such noble colors that I’ll struggle to convey this part of my topic through engravings better than I could for anything else, except perhaps the colors of the sky. I say I *will* struggle because the beauty of a stone’s surface relies heavily on the mosses and lichens that settle on it. Therefore, I need to include my best examples in the section about vegetation. For instance, in the illustration opposite, although the rock mass is large and somewhat distant, its impact comes as much from the white patches of silvery lichen on the center and left, and the flowing patterns of darker mosses growing in the crevices, as from the rock itself; the beauty of the whole mass wouldn’t be captured if we were to look any closer without a more detailed drawing of that vegetation. For now, I'll just share a few examples of rocks that are roughly broken or worn down enough not to be significantly influenced by vegetation.
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48. Bank of Slaty Crystallines. |
§ 8. We have already seen an example of Titian's treatment of mountain crests as compared with Turner's; here is a parallel instance, from Titian, of stones in the bed of a torrent (Fig. 108), in many ways good and right, and expressing in its writhed and variously broken lines far more of real stone structure than the common water-color dash of the moderns. Observe, 305 especially, how Titian has understood that the fracture of the stone more or less depends on the undulating grain of its crystalline structure, following the cavity of the largest stone in the middle of the figure, with concentric lines; and compare in Plate 21 the top of Turner's largest stones on the left.
§ 8. We’ve already seen how Titian portrays mountain peaks compared to Turner; here’s another example from Titian, showing stones in a streambed (Fig. 108). In many ways, it’s well done and captures the essence of the stone's structure with its twisted and uneven lines, far better than the typical splashy technique of modern watercolor. Pay attention to how Titian shows that the cracks in the stone are somewhat determined by the wavy pattern of its crystalline structure, following the curve of the biggest stone in the center with concentric lines. Now compare this with Plate 21, the tops of Turner’s largest stones on the left.
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Fig. 108. |
§ 9. If the reader sees nothing in this drawing (Fig. 108) that he can like,—although, indeed, I would have him prefer the work of Turner,—let him be assured that he does not yet understand on what Titian's reputation is founded. No painter's name is oftener in the mouth of the ordinary connoisseur, and no painter was ever less understood. His power of color is 306 indeed perfect, but so is Bonifazio's. Titian's supremacy above all the other Venetians, except Tintoret and Veronese, consists in the firm truth of his portraiture, and more or less masterly understanding of the nature of stones, trees, men, or whatever else he took in hand to paint; so that, without some correlative understanding in the spectator, Titian's work, in its highest qualities, must be utterly dead and unappealing to him.
§ 9. If the reader sees nothing in this drawing (Fig. 108) that appeals to him—even though I would prefer him to like Turner's work—let him know that he still doesn't grasp what Titian's reputation is based on. No painter's name is mentioned more often by the average art enthusiast, and no painter is less understood. His use of color is indeed perfect, but so is Bonifazio's. Titian's superiority over other Venetians, except for Tintoret and Veronese, lies in the strong truth of his portraits and his more or less masterful understanding of the nature of rocks, trees, people, or anything else he chose to paint. So, without some corresponding understanding from the viewer, the highest qualities of Titian's work will be completely lifeless and unappealing to him.
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Fig. 109. |
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Fig. 110. |
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Fig. 111. |
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Fig. 112. |
§ 10. I give one more example from the lower part of the 307 same print (Fig. 109), in which a stone, with an eddy round it, is nearly as well drawn as it can be in the simple method of the early wood-engraving. Perhaps the reader will feel its truth better by contrast with a fragment or two of modern Idealism. Here, for instance (Fig. 110), is a group of stones, highly entertaining in their variety of form, out of the subject of "Christian vanquishing Apollyon," in the outlines to the Pilgrim's Progress, published by the Art-Union, the idealism being here 308 wrought to a pitch of extraordinary brilliancy by the exciting nature of the subject. Next (Fig. 111) is another poetical conception, one of Flaxman's, representing the eddies and stones of the Pool of Envy (Flaxman's Dante), which may be conveniently compared with the Titianesque stones and streams. And, finally, Fig. 112 represents, also on Flaxman's authority, those stones of an "Alpine" character, of which Dante says that he
§ 10. Let me give you one more example from the lower part of the 307 same print (Fig. 109), where a stone, with an eddy around it, is drawn almost perfectly in the straightforward style of early wood-engraving. Maybe the reader will appreciate its accuracy more when compared to a couple of fragments of modern Idealism. Here, for example (Fig. 110), is a collection of stones, quite interesting in their different shapes, from the scene of "Christian defeating Apollyon" in the outlines of the Pilgrim's Progress, published by the Art-Union, where the idealism here is 308 brought to an extraordinary level of brilliance due to the engaging nature of the subject. Next (Fig. 111) is another imaginative piece by Flaxman, showing the eddies and stones of the Pool of Envy (Flaxman's Dante), which can be easily compared with the Titianesque stones and streams. Finally, Fig. 112 also representing, based on Flaxman's work, those "Alpine" stones that Dante describes.
"Climbed with heart of proof the adverse steep."
"Climbed with a heart that proves against the tough slope."
It seems at first curious that every one of the forms that Flaxman has chanced upon should be an impossible one—a form which a stone never could assume: but this is the Nemesis of false idealism, and the inevitable one.
It seems a bit odd at first that every form Flaxman has encountered is an impossible one—a shape that a stone could never take on: but this is the consequence of misguided idealism, and it’s unavoidable.
§ 11. The chief incapacity in the modern work is not, however, so much in its outline, though that is wrong enough, as in the total absence of any effort to mark the surface roundings. It is not the outline of a stone, however true, that will make it solid or heavy; it is the interior markings, and thoroughly understood perspectives of its sides. In the opposite plate the upper two subjects are by Turner, foregrounds out of the Liber Studiorum (Source of Arveron, and Ben Arthur); the lower by Claude, Liber Veritatis, No. 5. I think the reader cannot but feel that the blocks in the upper two subjects are massy and ponderous; in the lower, wholly without weight. If he examine their several treatment, he will find that Turner has perfect imaginative conception of every recess and projection over the whole surface, and feels the stone as he works over it; every touch, moreover, being full of tender gradation. But Claude, as he is obliged to hold to his outline in hills, so also clings to it in the stones,—cannot round them in the least, leaves their light surfaces wholly blank, and puts a few patches of dark here and there about their edges, as chance will have it.
§ 11. The main issue with modern work isn’t just in its outline, though that is pretty flawed, but in the complete lack of any effort to define the surface shapes. It’s not the outline of a stone, no matter how precise, that makes it feel solid or heavy; it’s the internal details and well-understood angles of its sides. In the opposite plate, the top two images are by Turner, featuring foregrounds from the Liber Studiorum (Source of Arveron, and Ben Arthur); the bottom ones are by Claude, from Liber Veritatis, No. 5. I think most readers will notice that the blocks in the top two images feel substantial and heavy, while those in the bottom are completely weightless. If you look at how they’re treated, you’ll see that Turner has a complete imaginative grasp of every dip and bump on the entire surface, and he really feels the stone as he works on it; each stroke is also rich in subtle gradations. But Claude, bound to his outlines with hills, clings to them for the stones too—he can’t shape them at all, leaves their light surfaces completely bare, and just adds a few dark patches randomly around their edges.
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49. Truth and Untruth of Stones. |
§ 12. Turner's way of wedging the stones of the glacier moraine together in strength of disorder, in the upper subject, and his indication of the springing of the wild stems and leafage out of the rents in the boulders of the lower one, will hardly be appreciated unless the reader is fondly acquainted with the kind of scenery in question; and I cannot calculate on this being often the case, for few persons ever look at any near detail 309 closely, and perhaps least of all at the heaps of débris which so often seem to encumber and disfigure mountain ground. But for the various reasons just stated (§ 7), Turner found more material for his power, and more excitement to his invention, among the fallen stones than in the highest summits of mountains; and his early designs, among their thousand excellences and singularities, as opposed to all that had preceded them, count for not one of the least the elaborate care given to the drawing of torrent beds, shaly slopes, and other conditions of stony ground which all canons of art at the period pronounced inconsistent with dignity of composition; a convenient principle, since, of all foregrounds, one of loose stones is beyond comparison the most difficult to draw with any approach to realization. The Turnerian subjects, "Junction of the Greta and Tees" (Yorkshire Series, and illustrations to Scott); "Wycliffe, near Rokeby" (Yorkshire); "Hardraw Fall" (Yorkshire); "Ben Arthur" (Liber Studiorum); "Ulleswater" and the magnificent drawing of the "Upper Fall of the Tees" (England Series), are sufficiently illustrative of what I mean.
§ 12. Turner's method of combining the stones of the glacier moraine with chaotic strength in the upper section, and his portrayal of wild plants and leaves emerging from the cracks in the boulders of the lower section, will likely go unnoticed unless the reader is fondly familiar with the type of landscape in question. I can't assume this is often the case, as few people closely examine any nearby details, and least of all the piles of debris that often seem to clutter and mar mountain terrain. However, for the various reasons previously mentioned (§ 7), Turner found more inspiration and creative energy in the fallen stones than in the tallest mountain peaks. His early works, with their countless qualities and unique features that set them apart from everything that came before, include the meticulous attention given to illustrating riverbeds, rocky slopes, and other features of stony terrain—elements that the artistic standards of the time deemed inconsistent with dignified composition; a convenient notion, given that loose stones are undoubtedly among the most challenging subjects to render with any sense of realism. The Turnerian subjects, "Junction of the Greta and Tees" (Yorkshire Series, and illustrations to Scott); "Wycliffe, near Rokeby" (Yorkshire); "Hardraw Fall" (Yorkshire); "Ben Arthur" (Liber Studiorum); "Ulleswater" and the stunning drawing of the "Upper Fall of the Tees" (England Series), effectively illustrate what I mean.
§ 13. It is not, however, only, in their separate condition, as materials of foreground, that we have to examine the effect of stones; they form a curiously important element of distant landscape in their aggregation on a large scale.
§ 13. It’s not just when they stand alone as features in the foreground that we need to consider the impact of stones; they also play a surprisingly significant role in the broader landscape when seen in large groups.
It will be remembered that in the course of the last chapter we wholly left out of our account of mountain lines that group which was called "Lines of Rest." One reason for doing so was that, as these lines are produced by débris in a state of temporary repose, their beauty, or deformity, or whatever character they may possess, is properly to be considered as belonging to stones rather than to rocks.
It should be noted that in the last chapter we completely skipped over that group of mountain lines known as "Lines of Rest." One reason for this omission is that, since these lines are formed by debris in a state of temporary rest, their beauty, deformity, or any characteristics they may have are more accurately associated with stones rather than rocks.
§ 14. Whenever heaps of loose stones or sand are increased by the continual fall of fresh fragments from above, or diminished by their removal from below, yet not in such mass or with such momentum as entirely to disturb those already accumulated, the materials on the surface arrange themselves in an equable slope, producing a straight line of profile in the bank or cone.
§ 14. Whenever piles of loose stones or sand grow due to the constant falling of new pieces from above, or decrease from being taken away from below, but not in such a way or with such force that it completely disturbs those already piled up, the materials on the surface adjust themselves into a gentle slope, creating a straight profile line in the bank or cone.
The heap formed by the sand falling in an hour-glass presents, in its straight sides, the simplest result of such a condition; 310 and any heap of sand thrown up by the spade will show the slopes here and there, interrupted only by knotty portions, held together by moisture, or agglutinated by pressure,—interruptions which cannot occur to the same extent on a large scale, unless the soil is really hardened nearly to the nature of rock. As long as it remains incoherent, every removal of substance at the bottom of the heap, or addition of it at the top, occasions a sliding disturbance of the whole slope, which smooths it into rectitude of line; and there is hardly any great mountain mass among the Alps which does not show towards its foundation perfectly regular descents of this nature, often two or three miles long without a break. Several of considerable extent are seen on the left of Plate 46.
The heap created by sand falling in an hourglass shows, in its straight sides, the simplest result of this condition; 310 and any pile of sand thrown up by a spade will reveal slopes here and there, interrupted only by clumps that are held together by moisture or stuck together by pressure—interruptions that don't really happen on a larger scale unless the soil is hardened almost like rock. As long as it stays loose, any removal of material from the bottom of the pile or addition to the top causes a sliding shift of the whole slope, smoothing it into a straight line; and there’s hardly any major mountain mass in the Alps that doesn’t show perfectly regular descents at its base, often two or three miles long without a break. Several significant ones can be seen on the left of Plate 46.
§ 15. I call these lines of rest, because, though the bulk of the mass may be continually increasing or diminishing, the line of the profile does not change, being fixed at a certain angle by the nature of the earth. It is usually stated carelessly as an angle of about 45 degrees, but it never really reaches such a slope. I measured carefully the angles of a very large number of slopes of mountain in various parts of the Mont Blanc district. The few examples given in the note below are enough to exhibit the general fact that loose débris lies at various angles up to about 30° or 32°; débris protected by grass or pines may reach 35°, and rocky slopes 40° or 41°, but in continuous lines of rest I never found a steeper angle.98
§ 15. I refer to these lines of rest because, even though the overall mass may constantly be getting larger or smaller, the line of the profile remains unchanged, fixed at a particular angle by the nature of the earth. It's often carelessly mentioned as being about 45 degrees, but it never actually reaches that slope. I carefully measured the angles of a large number of slopes in various areas of the Mont Blanc region. The few examples provided in the note below are enough to illustrate the general fact that loose debris sits at various angles, up to about 30° or 32°; debris that is protected by grass or pines can reach 35°, and rocky slopes can be 40° or 41°, but in continuous lines of rest, I never found a steeper angle.98
§ 16. I speak of some rocky slopes as lines of rest, because, whenever a mountain side is composed of soft stone which splits and decomposes fast, it has a tendency to choke itself up with the ruins, and gradually to get abraded or ground down towards the débris slope; so that vast masses of the sides of Alpine valleys are formed by ascents of nearly uniform inclination, partly loose, partly of jagged rocks, which break, but do not materially alter the general line of ground. In such cases the fragments usually have accumulated without disturbance at the foot of the slope, and the pine forests fasten the soil and prevent it from being carried down in large masses. But numerous instances occur in which the mountain is consumed away gradually by its own torrents, not having strength enough to form clefts or precipices, but falling on each side of the ravines into even banks, which slide down from above as they are wasted below.
§ 16. I refer to some rocky slopes as resting lines because when a mountainside is made of soft stone that breaks apart and deteriorates quickly, it tends to fill up with debris and gradually gets worn down towards the pile of rubble. This results in large portions of alpine valleys being formed by slopes that are almost uniformly inclined, made up of a mix of loose and jagged rocks, which break but don’t significantly change the general shape of the ground. In these cases, the fragments typically gather without disruption at the base of the slope, and the pine forests secure the soil, preventing it from being washed away in large chunks. However, there are many situations where the mountain slowly erodes away due to its own streams, lacking the power to create cliffs or steep drops, instead sloping evenly on either side of the ravines, with materials sliding down from above as they are worn away below.
§ 17. By all these various expedients, Nature secures, in the midst of her mountain curvatures, vast series of perfectly straight lines opposing and relieving them; lines, however, which artists have almost universally agreed to alter or ignore, partly disliking them intrinsically, on account of their formality, and partly because the mind instantly associates them with the idea of mountain decay. Turner, however, saw that this very decay having its use and nobleness, the contours which were significative of it ought no more to be omitted than, in the portrait of an aged man, the furrows on his hand or brow; besides, he liked the lines themselves, for their contrast with the mountain wildness, just as he liked the straightness of sunbeams penetrating the soft waywardness of clouds. He introduced them constantly into his noblest compositions; but in order to the full understanding of their employment in the instance I am about to give, one or two more points yet need to be noticed.
§ 17. Through all these different methods, Nature creates, amid her mountainous curves, vast stretches of perfectly straight lines that oppose and balance them; lines that artists have mostly chosen to change or ignore, partly because they dislike them for their formality, and partly because the mind quickly connects them to the idea of mountain decay. Turner, however, recognized that this very decay has its purpose and beauty; the shapes that represent it shouldn’t be overlooked, just as one wouldn’t ignore the wrinkles on an elderly man's hand or forehead in a portrait. Furthermore, he appreciated the lines themselves for their contrast with the wildness of the mountains, just as he enjoyed the straightness of sunbeams cutting through the playful clouds. He frequently included them in his greatest works; however, to fully understand their use in the example I’m about to present, a couple more points still need to be addressed.
§ 18. Generally speaking, the curved lines of convex, fall belong 312 to mountains of hard rock, over whose surfaces the fragments bound to the valley, and which are worn by wrath of avalanches and wildness of torrents, like that of the Cascade des Pélerins, described in the note above. Generally speaking, the straight lines of rest belong to softer mountains, or softer surfaces and places of mountains, which, exposed to no violent wearing from external force, nevertheless keep slipping and mouldering down spontaneously or receiving gradual accession of material from incoherent masses above them.
§ 18. In general, the curved lines of convex fall are found on hard rock mountains, where pieces break off and slide down to the valley, eroded by the fury of avalanches and the force of torrents, similar to what happens at the Cascade des Pélerins mentioned in the note above. Meanwhile, the straight lines of rest are typical of softer mountains or softer surface areas on mountains, which, while not subjected to harsh erosion from external forces, still gradually crumble and slip down on their own or accumulate material from loose rock above them.
§ 19. It follows, rather, that where the gigantic wearing forces are in operation, the stones or fragments of rock brought down by the torrents and avalanches are likely, however hard, to be rounded on all their edges; but where the straight shaly slopes are found, the stones which glide or totter down their surfaces frequently retain all their angles, and form jagged and flaky heaps at the bottom.
§ 19. It follows that in areas where powerful wearing forces are at work, the stones or rock fragments carried down by fast-moving water and avalanches are likely to be smoothed on all their edges; however, on steep, flat slopes, the stones that slide or tumble down their surfaces often keep all their angles and create rough, uneven piles at the bottom.
And farther, it is to be supposed that the rocks which are habitually subjected to these colossal forces of destruction are in their own mass firm and secure, otherwise they would long ago have given way; but that where the gliding and crumbling surfaces are found without much external violence, it is very possible that the whole framework of the mountain may be full of flaws; and a danger exist of vast portions of its mass giving way, or slipping down in heaps, as the sand suddenly yields in an hour-glass after some moments of accumulation.
And it's reasonable to assume that the rocks which are constantly exposed to these massive forces of destruction are solid and stable; otherwise, they would have collapsed a long time ago. However, where we find sliding and crumbling surfaces without much external pressure, it's quite possible that the entire mountain framework is riddled with flaws. There’s a risk that large sections of it could give way or slide down in chunks, just like sand suddenly flows in an hourglass after building up for a while.
§ 20. Hence, generally, in the mind of any one familiar with mountains, the conditions will be associated, on the one hand, of the curved, convex, and overhanging bank or cliff, the roaring torrent, and the rounded boulder of massive stone; and, on the other, of the straight and even slope of bank, the comparatively quiet and peaceful lapse of streams, and the sharp-edged and unworn look of the fallen stones, together with a sense of danger greater, though more occult, than in the wilder scenery.
§ 20. Therefore, generally, in the mind of anyone familiar with mountains, the conditions will be linked to, on one side, the curved, rounded, and overhanging cliff or bank, the roaring torrent, and the huge rounded boulder; and, on the other side, the straight and even slope of the bank, the relatively calm and peaceful flow of streams, and the sharp-edged and unweathered appearance of the fallen stones, along with a sense of danger that feels greater, though more hidden, than in the more rugged scenery.
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50. Goldau. |
The drawing of the St. Gothard, which we have so laboriously analyzed, was designed, as before mentioned, from a sketch taken in the year 1843. But with it was made another drawing. Turner brought home in that year a series of sketches taken in the neighborhood of the pass; among others, one of the Valley of Goldau, covered as it is by the ruins of the Rossberg. 313 Knowing his fondness for fallen stones, I chose this Goldau subject as a companion to the St. Gothard. The plate opposite will give some idea of the resultant drawing.
The drawing of the St. Gothard, which we've carefully analyzed, was created from a sketch made in 1843. Along with it, another drawing was made. That year, Turner returned home with a series of sketches from the area around the pass, including one of the Valley of Goldau, which is covered by the ruins of the Rossberg. 313 Knowing his interest in fallen stones, I chose this Goldau subject to accompany the St. Gothard. The plate opposite will give you an idea of the resulting drawing.
§ 21. Some idea only. It is a subject which, like the St. Gothard, is far too full of detail to admit of reduction; and I hope, therefore, soon to engrave it properly of its real size. It is, besides, more than usually difficult to translate this drawing into black and white, because much of the light on the clouds is distinguished merely by orange or purple color from the green greys, which, though not darker than the warm hues, have the effect of shade from their coldness, but cannot be marked as shade in the engraving without too great increase of depth. Enough, however, has been done to give some idea of the elements of Turner's design.
§ 21. Some idea only. It’s a topic that, like the St. Gothard, is way too detailed to simplify; and I hope to accurately capture it soon in its true scale. Additionally, it’s particularly challenging to convert this drawing into black and white because a lot of the light in the clouds is only differentiated by orange or purple against the green grays, which, although not darker than the warm colors, create a shaded effect due to their coolness. However, they can't be marked as shade in the engraving without making it overly deep. Still, enough has been accomplished to convey some sense of the elements of Turner's design.
§ 22. Detailed accounts of the Rossberg Fall may be found in any ordinary Swiss Guide; the only points we have to notice respecting it are, that the mountain was composed of an indurated gravel, disposed in oblique beds sloping towards the valley. A portion of one of these beds gave way, and half filled the valley beneath, burying five villages, together with the principal one of Goldau, and partially choking up a little lake, the streamlets which supplied it now forming irregular pools among the fallen fragments. I call the rock, and accurately, indurated gravel; but the induration is so complete that the mass breaks through the rolled pebbles chiefly composing it, and may be considered as a true rock, only always in its blocks rugged and formless when compared with the crystalline formations. Turner has chosen his position on some of the higher heaps of ruin, looking down towards the Lake of Zug, which is seen under the sunset, the spire of the tower of Aart on its shore just relieved against the light of the waves.
§ 22. You can find detailed accounts of the Rossberg Fall in any standard Swiss guide. The key points to note are that the mountain was made up of hardened gravel arranged in slanted layers sloping towards the valley. A section of one of these layers collapsed, filling the valley below and burying five villages, including the main one, Goldau, while partially blocking a small lake. The streams that fed into it now create irregular pools among the fallen debris. I refer to the mass as hardened gravel, which is accurate, but the hardening is so thorough that the mass breaks apart into the rolled pebbles it mostly consists of, making it resemble a true rock—though its blocks are always rough and shapeless compared to crystalline formations. Turner has positioned himself on some of the higher piles of debris, looking down toward Lake Zug, which is visible under the sunset, with the spire of the Aart tower on its shore silhouetted against the shimmering waves.
The Rossberg itself, never steep, and still more reduced in terror by the fall of a portion of it, was not available to him as a form explanatory of the catastrophe; and even the slopes of the Righi on the left are not, in reality, as uninterrupted in their slope as he has drawn them; but he felt the connection of this structure with the ruin amidst which he stood, and brought the long lines of danger clear against the sunset, and as straight as its own retiring rays.
The Rossberg itself, never steep and even less terrifying since part of it had fallen away, didn’t provide him with an explanation for the disaster; and even the slopes of the Righi to the left aren’t actually as even in their incline as he depicted them. But he sensed the link between this structure and the destruction surrounding him, highlighting the long lines of danger against the sunset, as straight as the fading rays.
§ 23. If the reader will now glance back to the St. Gothard subject, as illustrated in the two Plates 21 and 37, and compare it with this of Goldau, keeping in mind the general conclusions about the two great classes of mountain scenery which I have just stated, he will, I hope, at last cease to charge me with enthusiasm in anything that I have said of Turner's imagination, as always instinctively possessive of those truths which lie deepest, and are most essentially linked together, in the expression of a scene. I have only taken two drawings (though these of his best period) for the illustration of all the structures of the Alps which, in the course of half a volume, it has been possible for me to explain; and all my half-volume is abstracted in these two drawings, and that in the most consistent and complete way, as if they had been made on purpose to contain a perfect summary of Alpine truth.
§ 23. If the reader looks back at the St. Gothard topic, shown in Plates 21 and 37, and compares it with the one of Goldau, while considering the general conclusions about the two main types of mountain scenery I just mentioned, I hope they will finally stop accusing me of being overly enthusiastic about Turner's imagination. His work always instinctively captures those profound truths that are most fundamentally interconnected in representing a scene. I've chosen just two drawings (although they are from his best period) to illustrate all the structures of the Alps that I could explain in half a volume; and everything I discuss in that half-volume is summarized in these two drawings in the most coherent and complete way, almost as if they were intentionally created to encapsulate a perfect summary of Alpine truth.
§ 24. There are one or two points connected with them of yet more touching interest. They are the last drawings which Turner ever made with unabated power. The one of the St. Gothard, speaking with strict accuracy, is the last drawing; for that of Goldau, though majestic to the utmost in conception, is less carefully finished, and shows, in the execution of parts of the sky, signs of impatience, caused by the first feeling of decline of strength. Therefore I called the St. Gothard (Vol. III. Ch. XV. § 5) the last mountain drawing he ever executed with perfect power. But the Goldau is still a noble companion to it—more solemn in thought, more sublime in color, and, in certain points of poetical treatment, especially characteristic of the master's mind in earlier days. He was very definitely in the habit of indicating the association of any subject with circumstances of death, especially the death of multitudes, by placing it under one of his most deeply crimsoned sunset skies. The color of blood is this plainly taken for the leading tone in the storm-clouds above the "Slave-ship." It occurs with similar distinctness in the much earlier picture of Ulysses and Polypheme, in that of Napoleon at St. Helena, and, subdued by softer hues, in the Old Témeraire. The sky of this Goldau is, in its scarlet and crimson, the deepest in tone of all that I know in Turner's drawings. Another feeling traceable in several of its former works, is an acute sense of the contrast between the 315 careless interests and idle pleasures of daily life, and the state of those whose time for labor, or knowledge, or delight is passed for ever. There is evidence of this feeling in the introduction of the boys at play in the churchyard of Kirkby Lonsdale, and the boy climbing for his kite among the thickets above the little mountain churchyard of Brignal-banks; it is in the same tone of thought that he has placed here the two figures fishing, leaning against these shattered flanks of rock,—the sepulchral stones of the great mountain Field of Death.
§ 24. There are a couple of points related to them that are even more deeply moving. They are the last drawings Turner made while still fully capable. The one of the St. Gothard is technically the last drawing; the one of Goldau, although incredibly majestic in concept, is less carefully finished and shows signs of impatience in parts of the sky, revealing the first signs of his declining strength. That's why I referred to the St. Gothard (Vol. III. Ch. XV. § 5) as the last mountain drawing he created with full power. However, Goldau is still a noble companion to it—more solemn in thought, more sublime in color, and, in some poetic treatments, particularly characteristic of the master’s earlier style. He often indicated a connection of any subject with circumstances of death, especially the death of many, by placing it under one of his most deeply crimsoned sunset skies. The blood color is clearly the primary tone in the storm clouds above the "Slave-ship." It appears just as distinctly in the much earlier painting of Ulysses and Polypheme, in the one of Napoleon at St. Helena, and, softened by lighter hues, in the Old Témeraire. The sky in this Goldau, with its scarlet and crimson, has the deepest tone of all that I know in Turner’s drawings. Another feeling apparent in several of his earlier works is a sharp awareness of the contrast between the careless distractions and idle pleasures of everyday life and the reality of those whose time for work, knowledge, or enjoyment has passed forever. You can see this feeling in the way he included the boys playing in the churchyard of Kirkby Lonsdale, and the boy climbing for his kite among the thickets above the little mountain churchyard of Brignal-banks; it is in this same line of thought that he has positioned the two figures fishing, leaning against these shattered sides of rock—the grave-like stones of the great mountain Field of Death.
§ 25. Another character of these two drawings, which gives them especial interest as connected with our inquiries into mediæval landscape, is, that they are precisely and accurately illustrative of the two principal ideas of Dante about the Alps. I have already explained the rise of the first drawing out of Turner's early study of the "Male Bolge" of the Splugen and St. Gothard. The Goldau, on the other hand, might have been drawn in purposeful illustration of the lines before referred to (Vol. III. Ch. XV. § 13) as descriptive of a "loco Alpestro." I give now Dante's own words:
§ 25. Another feature of these two drawings, which makes them particularly interesting in relation to our studies of medieval landscapes, is that they accurately illustrate Dante's two main ideas about the Alps. I've already discussed how the first drawing evolved from Turner’s early study of the "Male Bolge" of the Splugen and St. Gothard. The Goldau, on the other hand, could have been created specifically to illustrate the lines previously mentioned (Vol. III. Ch. XV. § 13) that describe a "loco Alpestro." Here are Dante’s own words:
"Qual' è quella ruina, che nel fianco
Di quà da Trento l'Adice percosse,
O per tremuoto, o per sostegni manco,
Che da cima del monte, onde si mosse,
Al piano è sì la roccia discoscesa
Che alcuna via darebbe a chi su fosse;
Cotal di quel burrato era la scesa."
"What's that ruin on the side
This side of Trento where the Adige struck,
Due to either an earthquake or missing supports,
From the peak of the mountain, where it shifted,
Leads down to the valley, that steep rock
That would provide some direction to anyone above;
"That was how steep the drop of that cliff was."
"As is that landslip, ere you come to Trent,
That smote the flank of Adige, through some stay
Sinking beneath it, or by earthquake rent;
For from the summit, where of old it lay,
Plainwards the broken rock unto the feet
Of one above it might afford some way;
Such path adown this precipice we meet."
Cayley.
"As is that landslide, before you reach Trent,
That hit the side of the Adige, through some barrier.
Sinking underneath it, or torn by an earthquake;
For from the peak, where it used to be,
The broken rock could offer a path
Down to the feet of someone above it;
Such a path down this cliff we encounter."
Cayley.
§ 26. Finally, there are two lessons to be gathered from the opposite conditions of mountain decay, represented in these designs, of perhaps a wider range of meaning than any which were suggested even by the states of mountain strength. In the first, we find the unyielding rock, undergoing no sudden danger, and capable of no total fall, yet, in its hardness of heart, worn 316 away by perpetual trampling of torrent waves, and stress of wandering storm. Its fragments, fruitless and restless, are tossed into ever-changing heaps: no labor of man can subdue them to his service, nor can his utmost patience secure any dwelling-place among them. In this they are the type of all that humanity which, suffering under no sudden punishment or sorrow, remains "stony ground," afflicted, indeed, continually by minor and vexing cares, but only broken by them into fruitless ruin of fatigued life. Of this ground not "corn-giving,"—this "rough valley, neither eared nor sown,"99 of the common world, it is said, to those who have set up their idols in the wreck of it—
§ 26. Finally, there are two lessons to be learned from the contrasting states of mountain decay shown in these designs, which may hold a broader meaning than any hinted at by the states of mountain strength. In the first design, we see the unyielding rock, facing no immediate danger, and unable to completely crumble. Yet, in its hardness, it is worn down by the constant pounding of torrent waves and the strain of wandering storms. Its fragments, unproductive and restless, are thrown into shifting piles: no man's effort can tame them for his use, nor can his greatest patience secure a place to settle among them. In this way, they represent all of humanity that, while not suffering from sudden punishment or sorrow, remains "stony ground," indeed troubled continually by minor and annoying worries, but only broken down into the unproductive ruins of a weary life. Of this ground that does not yield "corn"—this "rough valley, neither eared nor sown,"99 of the common world, it is said, to those who have made their idols in the remains of it—
"Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion. They, they are thy lot."100
"Among the smooth stones of the stream is your share. They, they are your lot."100
But, as we pass beneath the hills which have been shaken by earthquake and torn by convulsion, we find that periods of perfect repose succeeded those of destruction. The pools of calm water lie clear beneath their fallen rocks, the water-lilies gleam, and the reeds whisper among their shadows; the village rises again over the forgotten graves, and its church-tower, white through the storm-twilight, proclaims a renewed appeal to His protection in whose hand "are all the corners of the earth, and the strength of the hills is His also." There is no loveliness of Alpine valley that does not teach the same lesson. It is just where "the mountain falling cometh to naught, and the rock is removed out of his place," that, in process of years, the fairest meadows bloom between the fragments, the clearest rivulets murmur from their crevices among the flowers, and the clustered cottages, each sheltered beneath some strength of mossy stone, now to be removed no more, and with their pastured flocks around them, safe from the eagle's stoop and the wolf's ravin, have written upon their fronts, in simple words, the mountaineer's faith in the ancient promise—
But as we pass beneath the hills that have been shaken by earthquakes and ripped apart by upheaval, we find that periods of perfect calm follow those of destruction. The still pools of water lie clear beneath their fallen rocks, the water lilies shine, and the reeds whisper in their shadows; the village rises again over the forgotten graves, and its church tower, white in the stormy twilight, calls for renewed protection from Him in whose hand "are all the corners of the earth, and the strength of the hills is His also." There is no beauty in an Alpine valley that doesn’t teach the same lesson. It’s exactly where "the mountain falling comes to nothing, and the rock is moved out of its place," that, over time, the prettiest meadows bloom between the fragments, the clearest streams murmur from their cracks among the flowers, and the clustered cottages, each sheltered beneath some sturdy moss-covered stone, which now won’t be moved again, and with their grazing flocks around them, safe from the eagle's dive and the wolf's hunger, have inscribed on their fronts, in simple words, the mountaineer's faith in the ancient promise—
"Neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh;
"Don't be afraid of destruction when it comes;
"For thou shalt be in league with the Stones of the Field; and the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee."
"For you will be at peace with the stones in the field, and the animals in the field will be peaceful toward you."
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Small fragments of limestone, five or six inches across, and flattish, sharp, angular on edges, and quite loose; slope near fountain of Maglans. | 31½ |
Somewhat larger stones, nearer Maglans; quite loose | 31¾ |
Similar débris, slightly touched with vegetation | 35 |
Débris on southern side of Maglans | 33½ |
Slope of Montagne de la Côte, at the bottom, as seen from the village of Chamouni | 40¾ |
Average slope of Montagne de Taconay, seen from Chamouni | 38 |
Maximum slope of side of Breven | 41 |
Slope of débris from ravine of Breven down to the village of Chamouni | 14 |
Slopes of débris set with pines under Aiguille Verte, seen from Argentière | 36 |
General slope of Tapia, from Argentière | 34 |
Slopes of La Côte and Taconay, from Argentière | 27¾ |
Profile of Breven, from near the Chapeau (a point commanding the valley of Chamouni in its truest longitude) | 32½ |
Average slope of Montanvert, from same point | 39½ |
Slope of La Côte, same point | 36½ |
Eastern slope of Pain de Sucre, seen from Vevay | 33 |
Western""" | 36½ |
Slope of foot of Dent de Morcles, seen from Vevay | 38½ |
""Midi,"" | 40 |
99 Deut. xxi. 4. So Amos, vi. 12: "Shall horses run upon the rock; will one plow here with oxen?"
99 Deut. xxi. 4. So Amos, vi. 12: "Can horses run on rock; can you plow with oxen here?"
100 Is. lvii. 5, 6.
__A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__ Is. 57:5-6.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE MOUNTAIN GLOOM.
§ 1. We have now cursorily glanced over those conditions of mountain structure which appear constant in duration, and universal in extent; and we have found them, invariably, calculated for the delight, the advantage, or the teaching of men; prepared, it seems, so as to contain, alike in fortitude or feebleness, in timeliness or in terror, some beneficence of gift, or profoundness of counsel. We have found that where at first all seemed disturbed and accidental, the most tender laws were appointed to produce forms of perpetual beauty; and that where to the careless or cold observer it seemed severe or purposeless, the well-being of man has been chiefly consulted, and his rightly directed powers, and sincerely awakened intelligence, may find wealth in every falling rock, and wisdom in every talking wave.
§ 1. We’ve got now briefly looked at the conditions of mountain structure that seem to be constant in duration and universal in scope; and we have found them consistently designed for the delight, benefit, or education of people; arranged, it appears, to offer, whether in strength or weakness, in good times or bad, some gift of kindness or deep insight. We've discovered that where things initially seemed chaotic and random, the gentlest laws were set in place to create forms of lasting beauty; and that where things appeared harsh or meaningless to a careless or indifferent observer, the well-being of humanity has been primarily considered, allowing our properly focused abilities and genuinely awakened understanding to find value in every falling rock and wisdom in every speaking wave.
It remains for us to consider what actual effect upon the human race has been produced by the generosity, or the instruction of the hills; how far, in past ages, they have been thanked, or listened to; how far, in coming ages, it may be well for us to accept them for tutors, or acknowledge them for friends.
It’s time for us to think about what real impact the generosity or wisdom of the hills has had on humanity; how much they have been appreciated or heeded in the past; and how beneficial it might be for us in the future to regard them as teachers or recognize them as friends.
§ 2. What they have already taught us may, one would think, be best discerned in the midst of them,—in some place where they have had their own way with the human soul; where no veil has been drawn between it and them, no contradicting voice has confused their ministries of sound, or broken their pathos of silence: where war has never streaked their streams with bloody foam, nor ambition sought for other throne than their cloud-courtiered pinnacles, nor avarice for other treasure than, year by year, is given to their unlaborious rocks, in budded jewels, and mossy gold.
§ 2. What they have already taught us can best be understood in their presence—in a place where they've truly influenced the human soul; where there's no barrier between it and them, no conflicting noise to disrupt their messages, or shatter their quietness: where war has never tainted their waters with blood, where ambition hasn't aspired for anything but their lofty heights, and where greed hasn't sought any treasure other than what is given to their effortless rocks each year, in the form of blooming jewels and mossy gold.
§ 3. I do not know any district possessing more pure or uninterrupted fulness of mountain character (and that of the highest 318 order), or which appears to have been less disturbed by foreign agencies, than that which borders the course of the Trient between Valorsine and Martigny. The paths which lead to it out of the valley of the Rhone, rising at first in steep circles among the walnut trees, like winding stairs among the pillars of a Gothic tower, retire over the shoulders of the hills into a valley almost unknown, but thickly inhabited by an industrious and patient population. Along the ridges of the rocks, smoothed by old glaciers into long, dark, billowy swellings, like the backs of plunging dolphins, the peasant watches the slow coloring of the tufts of moss and roots of herb which, little by little, gather a feeble soil over the iron substance; then, supporting the narrow strip of clinging ground with a few stones, he subdues it to the spade; and in a year or two a little crest of corn is seen waving upon the rocky casque. The irregular meadows run in and out like inlets of lake among these harvested rocks, sweet with perpetual streamlets, that seem always to have chosen the steepest places to come down, for the sake of the leaps, scattering their handfuls of crystal this way and that, as the wind takes them, with all the grace, but with none of the formalism, of fountains; dividing into fanciful change of dash and spring, yet with the seal of their granite channels upon them, as the lightest play of human speech may bear the seal of past toil, and closing back out of their spray to lave the rigid angles, and brighten with silver fringes and glassy films each lower and lower step of sable stone; until at last, gathered altogether again,—except, perhaps, some chance drops caught on the apple-blossom, where it has budded a little nearer the cascade than it did last spring,—they find their way down to the turf, and lose themselves in that silently; with quiet depth of clear water furrowing among the grass blades, and looking only like their shadow, but presently emerging again in little startled gushes and laughing hurries, as if they had remembered suddenly that the day was too short for them to get down the hill.
§ 3. I don't know of any area that has a more pure or consistent mountain character (and of the highest quality), or which seems to have been less affected by outside influences, than the region along the Trient between Valorsine and Martigny. The paths leading to it from the Rhone Valley rise steeply among the walnut trees, like winding stairs in a Gothic tower, then they retreat over the hills into a nearly unknown valley, home to a hardworking and patient population. Along the ridges of the rocks, smoothed by ancient glaciers into long, dark, billowy shapes resembling the backs of diving dolphins, the farmers watch as tufts of moss and herb roots gradually form a fragile layer of soil on the rocky surface; then, by propping up the narrow strip of ground with a few stones, they cultivate it with a spade, eventually producing a little patch of corn that sways on the rocky ground. The irregular meadows weave in and out like inlets of a lake among these harvested rocks, sweetened by constant streams that seem to choose the steepest routes to cascade down, scattering crystal droplets this way and that with the wind, gracefully and informally, like fountains; shifting to playful splashes and springs, yet still bearing the imprint of their granite channels, just as even the simplest speech can show traces of past effort, returning from their spray to wash over the rough edges and brighten each lower step of dark stone with silver twinkles and glassy sheens; until finally, gathered together again—unless, perhaps, a few stray drops caught on the apple blossoms that bloomed a little closer to the waterfall than last spring— they make their way down to the grass, merging silently, with clear water trickling among the blades, appearing merely as their shadow, but soon bursting forth again in little excited gouts and lively flows, as if they suddenly remembered that the day was too short to get down the hill.
Green field, and glowing rock, and glancing streamlet, all slope together in the sunshine towards the brows of the ravines, where the pines take up their own dominion of saddened shade; and with everlasting roar in the twilight, the stronger torrents thunder down pale from the glaciers, filling all their chasms 319 with enchanted cold, beating themselves to pieces against the great rocks that they have themselves cast down, and forcing fierce way beneath their ghastly poise.
Green fields, shining rocks, and shimmering streams all slope together in the sunlight toward the edges of the ravines, where the pines establish their own realm of gloomy shade; and with a constant roar in the twilight, the stronger torrents crash down, pale from the glaciers, filling all their gaps 319 with magical cold, splashing against the massive rocks that they have tumbled down themselves, and forcing a wild path beneath their eerie balance.
The mountain paths stoop to these glens in forky zigzags, leading to some grey and narrow arch, all fringed under its shuddering curve with the ferns that fear the light; a cross of rough-hewn pine, iron-bound to its parapet, standing dark against the lurid fury of the foam. Far up the glen, as we pause beside the cross, the sky is seen through the openings in the pines, thin with excess of light; and, in its clear, consuming flame of white space, the summits of the rocky mountains are gathered into solemn crowns and circlets, all flushed in that strange, faint silence of possession by the sunshine which has in it so deep a melancholy; full of power, yet as frail as shadows; lifeless, like the walls of a sepulchre, yet beautiful in tender fall of crimson folds, like the veil of some sea spirit, that lives and dies as the foam flashes; fixed on a perpetual throne, stern against all strength, lifted above all sorrow, and yet effaced and melted utterly into the air by that last sunbeam that has crossed to them from between the two golden clouds.
The mountain paths bend down to these valleys in winding zigzags, leading to a narrow gray arch, all lined with ferns that shy away from the light; a rough wooden cross, bound with iron to its railing, stands dark against the chaotic foam. Far up the valley, as we pause beside the cross, the sky peeks through the gaps in the pines, filled with too much light; and in its bright, consuming expanse of white, the peaks of the rocky mountains form solemn crowns and rings, all glowing in that strange, faint silence that comes from being embraced by the sunlight, which carries a deep sense of sadness; powerful, yet as delicate as shadows; lifeless, like the walls of a tomb, yet beautiful in the soft drape of crimson, like the veil of a sea spirit that lives and dies with each wave; fixed on a constant throne, resilient against all strength, elevated above all sorrow, and yet completely blended into the air by that final sunbeam that has traveled to them from between two golden clouds.
§ 4. High above all sorrow: yes; but not unwitnessing to it. The traveller on his happy journey, as his foot springs from the deep turf and strikes the pebbles gayly over the edge of the mountain road, sees with a glance of delight the clusters of nut-brown cottages that nestle among those sloping orchards, and glow beneath the boughs of the pines. Here, it may well seem to him, if there be sometimes hardship, there must be at least innocence and peace, and fellowship of the human soul with nature. It is not so. The wild goats that leap along those rocks have as much passion of joy in all that fair work of God as the men that toil among them. Perhaps more. Enter the street of one of those villages, and you will find it foul with that gloomy foulness that is suffered only by torpor, or by anguish of soul. Here, it is torpor—not absolute suffering,—not starvation or disease, but darkness of calm enduring; the spring known only as the time of the scythe, and the autumn as the time of the sickle, and the sun only as a warmth, the wind as a chill, and the mountains as a danger. They do not understand so much as the name of beauty, or of knowledge. They understand 320 dimly that of virtue. Love, patience, hospitality, faith,—these things they know. To glean their meadows side by side, so happier; to bear the burden up the breathless mountain flank, unmurmuringly; to bid the stranger drink from their vessel of milk; to see at the foot of their low deathbeds a pale figure upon a cross, dying also, patiently;—in this they are different from the cattle and from the stones, but in all this unrewarded as far as concerns the present life. For them, there is neither hope nor passion of spirit; for them neither advance nor exultation. Black bread, rude roof, dark night, laborious day, weary arm at sunset; and life ebbs away. No books, no thoughts, no attainments, no rest; except only sometimes a little sitting in the sun under the church wall, as the bell tolls thin and far in the mountain air; a pattering of a few prayers, not understood, by the altar rails of the dimly gilded chapel, and so back to the sombre home, with the cloud upon them still unbroken—that cloud of rocky gloom, born out of the wild torrents and ruinous stones, and unlightened, even in their religion, except by the vague promise of some better thing unknown, mingled with threatening, and obscured by an unspeakable horror,—a smoke, as it were, of martyrdom, coiling up with the incense, and, amidst the images of tortured bodies and lamenting spirits in hurtling flames, the very cross, for them, dashed more deeply than for others, with gouts of blood.
§ 4. High above all sorrow: yes; but not blind to it. The traveler on his joyful journey, as his foot lifts from the soft grass and playfully hits the pebbles along the mountain road, sees with a glance of delight the clusters of brown cottages nestled among those sloping orchards, glowing beneath the pine branches. Here, it might seem to him, if there are sometimes challenges, there must at least be innocence, peace, and a connection between the human spirit and nature. It’s not like that. The wild goats leaping along those rocks experience as much joy in all of God’s beautiful work as the men who work among them. Maybe even more. Enter the street of one of those villages, and you will find it stained with a gloomy dirt that comes only from apathy or a troubled soul. Here, it’s apathy—not severe suffering—not starvation or illness, but a heavy calm; spring is only known as the time for cutting grass, autumn as the time for harvesting, the sun just as warmth, the wind as a chill, and the mountains as a threat. They don’t grasp even the concept of beauty or knowledge. They vaguely understand virtue. Love, patience, hospitality, faith—these are the things they know. To gather in their meadows side by side, that brings happiness; to carry the load up the exhausting mountain slope without complaint; to offer the stranger a drink from their milk container; to see at the end of their low deathbeds a pale figure on a cross, also dying patiently—this sets them apart from animals and rocks, but all of this goes unrewarded in terms of the present life. For them, there’s neither hope nor passionate spirit; for them, no progress or joy. Black bread, rough roof, dark night, hard-working day, tired arms at sunset; and life gradually slips away. No books, no thoughts, no achievements, no rest; except sometimes a bit of sitting in the sun against the church wall while the bell tolls faintly in the mountain air; a handful of prayers, not understood, at the altar rails of the dimly gilded chapel, and then back to the gloomy home, with that cloud still hanging over them— that cloud of rocky gloom, born from wild torrents and crumbling stones, and hardly lightened in their faith, except by the vague promise of something better unknown, mixed with threats, and shadowed by an indescribable horror—like smoke from martyrdom, curling up with the incense, and, amidst images of tortured bodies and lamenting spirits in raging flames, the very cross, for them, stained more deeply than for others, with splatters of blood.
§ 5. Do not let this be thought a darkened picture of the life of these mountaineers. It is literal fact. No contrast can be more painful than that between the dwelling of any well-conducted English cottager, and that of the equally honest Savoyard. The one, set in the midst of its dull flat fields and uninteresting hedgerows, shows in itself the love of brightness and beauty; its daisy-studded garden beds, its smoothly swept brick path to the threshold, its freshly sanded floor and orderly shelves of household furniture, all testify to energy of heart, and happiness in the simple course and simple possessions of daily life. The other cottage, in the midst of an inconceivable, inexpressible beauty, set on some sloping bank of golden sward, with clear fountains flowing beside it, and wild flowers, and noble trees, and goodly rocks gathered round into a perfection as of Paradise, is itself a dark and plague-like stain in the midst of the 321 gentle landscape. Within a certain distance of its threshold the ground is foul and cattle-trampled; its timbers are black with smoke, its garden choked with weeds and nameless refuse, its chambers empty and joyless, the light and wind gleaming and filtering through the crannies of their stones. All testifies that to its inhabitant the world is labor and vanity; that for him neither flowers bloom, nor birds sing, nor fountains glisten; and that his soul hardly differs from the grey cloud that coils and dies upon his hills; except in having no fold of it touched by the sunbeams.
§ 5. Don’t think of this as a gloomy depiction of the life of these mountain people. It’s a literal truth. No contrast can be more painful than that between the home of a well-mannered English cottage owner and that of the equally honest Savoyard. The former, set among its dull flat fields and uninteresting hedgerows, shows a love for brightness and beauty; its garden beds filled with daisies, its neatly swept brick path leading to the door, its freshly sanded floor and organized shelves of household items all reflect the homeowner's energy and happiness in the simple routines and possessions of daily life. The other cottage, situated amidst an indescribable beauty on a sloping patch of golden grass, with clear streams running by, wildflowers, majestic trees, and lovely rocks grouped together in a paradise-like perfection, is itself a dark and disgraceful stain in the midst of the gentle landscape. Within a certain distance of its entrance, the ground is filthy and trampled by cattle; its timbers are blackened by smoke, its garden overrun with weeds and unidentified garbage, its rooms empty and joyless, with light and wind streaming through the cracks in the stones. Everything indicates that for its inhabitant, the world is nothing but labor and futility; for him, flowers don’t bloom, birds don’t sing, and fountains don’t shine; his soul hardly differs from the grey cloud that swirls and fades over his hills, except that it has no part touched by sunlight.
§ 6. Is it not strange to reflect, that hardly an evening passes in London or Paris but one of those cottages is painted for the better amusement of the fair and idle, and shaded with pasteboard pines by the scene-shifter; and that good and kind people,—poetically minded,—delight themselves in imagining the happy life led by peasants who dwell by Alpine fountains, and kneel to crosses upon peaks of rock? that nightly we lay down our gold to fashion forth simulacra of peasants, in gay ribands and white bodices, singing sweet songs, and bowing gracefully to the picturesque crosses; and all the while the veritable peasants are kneeling, songlessly, to veritable crosses, in another temper than the kind and fair audiences dream of, and assuredly with another kind of answer than is got out of the opera catastrophe; an answer having reference, it may be, in dim futurity, to those very audiences themselves? If all the gold that has gone to paint the simulacra of the cottages, and to put new songs in the mouths of the simulacra of the peasants, had gone to brighten the existent cottages, and to put new songs into the mouths of the existent peasants, it might in the end, perhaps, have turned out better so, not only for the peasants, but for even the audience. For that form of the False Ideal has also its correspondent True Ideal,—consisting not in the naked beauty of statues, nor in the gauze flowers and crackling tinsel of theatres, but in the clothed and fed beauty of living men, and in the lights and laughs of happy homes. Night after night, the desire of such an ideal springs up in every idle human heart; and night after night, as far as idleness can, we work out this desire in costly lies. We paint the faded actress, build the lath landscape, feed our benevolence with fallacies of 322 felicity, and satisfy our righteousness with poetry of justice. The time will come when, as the heavy-folded curtain falls upon our own stage of life, we shall begin to comprehend that the justice we loved was intended to have been done in fact, and not in poetry, and the felicity we sympathized in, to have been bestowed and not feigned. We talk much of money's worth, yet perhaps may one day be surprised to find that what the wise and charitable European public gave to one night's rehearsal of hypocrisy,—to one hour's pleasant warbling of Linda or Lucia,—would have filled a whole Alpine Valley with happiness, and poured the waves of harvest over the famine of many a Lammermoor.101
§ 6. Isn’t it strange to think that hardly an evening goes by in London or Paris without one of those cottages being painted for the entertainment of the fair and idle, and decorated with cardboard pine trees by the stagehand? And that good, kind people—those with poetic minds—entertain themselves by imagining the happy lives of peasants living by Alpine fountains, kneeling to crosses on rocky peaks? Every night, we spend our money to create imitations of peasants in bright ribbons and white bodices, singing sweet songs and gracefully bowing to picturesque crosses; yet all the while, the real peasants are kneeling, silent, to real crosses, with a demeanor far different from what the kind and fair audiences envision, and certainly with a response that has nothing to do with the opera’s dramatic conclusion—perhaps an answer that, in the distant future, will be relevant to those same audiences? If all the money spent to create facades of cottages and put new songs in the mouths of these facsimiles had been used to brighten the real cottages and give real peasants new songs, it might have ultimately worked out better for both the peasants and even the audience. That type of False Ideal has a corresponding True Ideal—not found in the naked beauty of statues or the flimsy flowers and crackling glitter of theaters, but in the sheltered and well-fed beauty of living people, and in the lights and laughter of happy homes. Night after night, this desire for such an ideal arises in every idle human heart; and night after night, as much as idleness allows, we pursue this desire through costly falsehoods. We embellish the faded actress, construct the flimsy landscape, feed our goodwill with illusions of happiness, and gratify our sense of justice with poetic ideals. The time will come when, as the heavy curtain falls on our own stage of life, we will begin to understand that the justice we cherished was meant to be realized in reality, not just in poetry, and that the happiness we sympathized with was meant to be genuine, not imagined. We talk a lot about the value of money, yet we might one day be surprised to discover that what the wise and charitable European public donated for just one night’s performance of hypocrisy—to one hour’s delightful singing of Linda or Lucia—could have filled an entire Alpine Valley with happiness and brought the waves of harvest to many a place suffering from famine, like Lammermoor. 322
§ 7. "Nay," perhaps the reader answers, "it is vain to hope that this could ever be. The perfect beauty of the ideal must always be fictitious. It is rational to amuse ourselves with the fair imagination; but it would be madness to endeavor to put it into practice, in the face of the ordinances of Nature. Real shepherdesses must always be rude, and real peasants miserable; suffer us to turn away our gentle eyes from their coarseness and their pain, and to seek comfort in cultivated voices and purchased smiles. We cannot hew down the rocks, nor turn the sands of the torrent into gold."
§ 7. "No," the reader might reply, "it’s pointless to think this could ever happen. The perfect beauty of the ideal will always be imaginary. It’s reasonable to entertain ourselves with a lovely idea; but it would be crazy to try to make it a reality, considering the ways of Nature. Real shepherdesses will always be rough, and real peasants will be poor; let us look away from their harshness and suffering, and seek comfort in refined conversations and bought smiles. We can't reshape the rocks or turn the river’s sand into gold."
§ 8. This is no answer. Be assured of the great truth—that what is impossible in reality is ridiculous in fancy. If it is not in the nature of things that peasants should be gentle and 324 happy, then the imagination of such peasantry is ridiculous, and to delight in such imagination wrong; as delight in any kind of falsehood is always. But if in the nature of things it be possible that among the wildness of hills the human heart should be refined, and if the comfort of dress, and the gentleness of language, and the joy of progress in knowledge, and of variety in thought, are possible to the mountaineer in his true existence, let us strive to write this true poetry upon the rocks before we indulge it in our visions, and try whether, among all the fine arts, one of the finest be not that of painting cheeks with health rather than rouge.
§ 8. This isn't an answer. Remember this important truth—that what is impossible in reality is silly in imagination. If it's not in the nature of things for peasants to be gentle and happy, then envisioning such peasants is absurd, and finding joy in that vision is wrong; just like taking pleasure in any kind of falsehood is always wrong. But if it’s possible that, amidst the wild hills, the human heart can be refined, and if comfort in clothing, gentle speech, joy in learning, and variety in thoughts can be part of a mountaineer's real life, let's work on writing this true poetry on the rocks before we indulge in our fantasies, and see if one of the finest arts isn’t painting cheeks with health instead of makeup.
§ 9. "But is such refinement possible? Do not the conditions of the mountain peasant's life, in the plurality of instances, necessarily forbid it?"
§ 9. "But is this kind of refinement really possible? Don't the circumstances of a mountain peasant's life, in many cases, make it impossible?"
As bearing sternly on this question, it is necessary to examine one peculiarity of feeling which manifests itself among the European nations, so far as I have noticed, irregularly,—appearing sometimes to be the characteristic of a particular time, sometimes of a particular race, sometimes of a particular locality, and to involve at once much that is to be blamed and much that is praiseworthy. I mean the capability of enduring, or even delighting in, the contemplation of objects of terror—a sentiment which especially influences the temper of some groups of mountaineers, and of which it is necessary to examine the causes, before we can form any conjecture whatever as to the real effect of mountains on human character.
To address this question effectively, we need to look at a unique feeling that I've noticed among European nations, which shows up inconsistently—sometimes defining a specific era, sometimes a certain ethnicity, and at other times a specific region. This feeling includes both negative and positive aspects. I'm talking about the ability to endure, or even take pleasure in, contemplating terrifying things—a mindset that particularly affects some groups of mountain dwellers. We need to explore the reasons behind this before we can make any guesses about the true impact of mountains on human character.
§ 10. For instance, the unhappy alterations which have lately taken place in the town of Lucerne have still spared two of its ancient bridges; both of which, being long covered walks, appear, in past times, to have been to the population of the town what the Mall was to London, or the Gardens of the Tuileries are to Paris. For the continual contemplation of those who sauntered from pier to pier, pictures were painted on the woodwork of the roof. These pictures, in the one bridge, represent all the important Swiss battles and victories; in the other they are the well-known series of which Longfellow has made so beautiful a use in the Golden Legend, the Dance of Death.
§ 10. For example, the unfortunate changes that have recently occurred in the town of Lucerne have still left two of its historic bridges intact; both of which, being long covered walkways, seem to have served the townspeople in the past much like the Mall serves London or the Gardens of the Tuileries serve Paris. Those who strolled from pier to pier were treated to painted scenes on the wooden roof. One bridge features depictions of all the significant Swiss battles and victories; the other showcases the famous series that Longfellow beautifully incorporated into the Golden Legend, the Dance of Death.
§ 11. Now just so far as the old bridge at Lucerne, with the pure, deep, and blue water of the Reuss eddying down between its piers, and with the sweet darkness of green hills, and far-away gleaming of lake and Alps alternating upon the eye on either side; and the gloomy lesson frowning in the shadow, as if the deep tone of a passing-bell, overhead, were mingling for ever with the plashing of the river as it glides by beneath; just so far, I say, as this differs from the straight and smooth strip of level dust, between two rows of round-topped acacia trees, wherein the inhabitants of an English watering-place or French fortified town take their delight,—so far I believe the life of the old Lucernois, with all its happy waves of light, and mountain strength of will, and solemn expectation of eternity, to have differed from the generality of the lives of those who saunter for their habitual hour up and down the modern promenade. But the gloom is not always of this noble kind. As we penetrate farther among the hills we shall find it becoming very painful. We are walking, perhaps, in a summer afternoon, up the valley of Zermatt (a German valley), the sun shining brightly on grassy knolls and through fringes of pines, the goats leaping happily, and the cattle bells ringing sweetly, and the snowy mountains shining like heavenly castles far above. We see, a little way off, a small white chapel, sheltered behind one of the flowery hillocks of mountain turf; and we approach its little window, thinking to look through it into some quiet home of prayer; but the window is grated with iron, and open to the winds, and when we look through it, behold—a heap of white human bones mouldering into whiter dust!
§ 11. Just think of the old bridge at Lucerne, with the pure, deep, blue water of the Reuss swirling around its piers, and the lovely shade of green hills, along with the distant sparkle of the lake and Alps inviting your gaze on either side; and the somber lesson lurking in the shadows, as if the deep toll of a passing bell overhead is forever blending with the sound of the river flowing beneath; just as much as this contrasts with the straight and smooth stretch of dusty ground, lined by two rows of round-topped acacia trees, where people from an English seaside resort or a French fortified town enjoy their leisure— so much I believe the life of the old Lucernois, rich in joyful light, mountain resilience, and a profound sense of eternity, stands apart from the ordinary lives of those who casually stroll for their daily hour along the modern promenade. But the darkness isn't always this noble. As we venture deeper into the hills, it becomes painfully apparent. Perhaps we're walking on a summer afternoon, up the Zermatt valley (a German valley), with the sun shining brightly on grassy knolls and through clusters of pines, goats jumping joyfully, and the sweet sound of cowbells ringing, while the snowy mountains glimmer like heavenly castles far above. A short distance away, we see a small white chapel, tucked behind one of the blooming hillocks; we approach its little window, hoping to glimpse a peaceful place of prayer; but the window is barred with iron and open to the winds, and when we glance through it, what do we find—a pile of white human bones decaying into even whiter dust!
So also in that same sweet valley, of which I have just been speaking, between Chamouni and the Valais, at every turn of the pleasant pathway, where the scent of the thyme lies richest upon its rocks, we shall see a little cross and shrine set under one of them; and go up to it, hoping to receive some happy thought of the Redeemer, by whom all these lovely things were made, and still consist. But when we come near—behold, beneath the cross, a rude picture of souls tormented in red tongues of hell fire, and pierced by demons.
So, in that same beautiful valley I just mentioned, between Chamonix and the Valais, at every bend of the lovely path, where the scent of thyme is the strongest on the rocks, you’ll find a small cross and shrine placed under one of them. We approach it, hoping to be inspired by a happy thought from the Redeemer, who created all these beautiful things and keeps them in existence. But as we get closer—look, beneath the cross is a crude painting of souls suffering in red tongues of hellfire, tormented by demons.
§ 12. As we pass towards Italy the appearance of this gloom deepens; and when we descend the southern slope of the Alps we shall find this bringing forward of the image of Death associated with an endurance of the most painful aspects of disease, so that conditions of human suffering, which in any other country would be confined in hospitals, are permitted to be openly exhibited by the wayside; and with this exposure of the degraded human form is farther connected an insensibility to ugliness and imperfection in other things; so that the ruined wall, neglected garden, and uncleansed chamber, seem to unite in expressing a gloom of spirit possessing the inhabitants of the whole land. It does not appear to arise from poverty, nor careless contentment with little: there is here nothing of Irish recklessness or humor; but there seems a settled obscurity in the soul,—a chill and plague, as if risen out of a sepulchre, which partly deadens, partly darkens, the eyes and hearts of men, and breathes a leprosy of decay through every breeze and every stone. "Instead of well-set hair, baldness, and burning instead of beauty."
§ 12. As we move towards Italy, the sense of gloom becomes more pronounced; and when we descend the southern slope of the Alps, we will notice this image of Death being brought forward alongside a harsh acceptance of the most painful aspects of illness. Conditions of human suffering that in other countries would be kept in hospitals are allowed to be openly displayed by the roadside. This visibility of the degraded human form is further linked to an indifference to ugliness and imperfection in other things, so that the crumbling wall, neglected garden, and unclean room seem to come together in expressing a deep sadness that affects the entire population. It doesn’t seem to stem from poverty or a carefree acceptance of little; there’s nothing here of Irish recklessness or humor. Instead, there seems to be a settled gloom in the soul—a chill and plague, as if risen from a tomb—partly dulling and partly darkening the eyes and hearts of people, spreading a feeling of decay through every breeze and every stone. "Instead of well-set hair, baldness, and burning instead of beauty."
Nor are definite proofs wanting that the feeling is independent of mere poverty or indolence. In the most gorgeous and costly palace garden the statues will be found green with moss, the terraces defaced or broken; the palace itself partly coated with marble, is left in other places rough with cementless and jagged brick, its iron balconies bent and rusted, its pavements overgrown with grass. The more energetic the effort has been to recover from this state, and to shake off all appearance of poverty, the more assuredly the curse seems to fasten on the scene, and the unslaked mortar, and unfinished wall, and ghastly desolation of incompleteness entangled in decay, strike a deeper despondency into the beholder.
Nor is there any lack of clear evidence that the feeling is separate from just being poor or lazy. In the most beautiful and expensive palace garden, statues can still be found covered in moss, with the terraces damaged or broken. The palace itself, partly covered in marble, is rough in other spots with uncoated and jagged bricks, its iron balconies bent and rusted, and its walkways overgrown with grass. The more effort is made to fix this situation and hide all signs of poverty, the more the curse seems to cling to the place. The crumbling mortar, the unfinished walls, and the eerie emptiness of incompleteness tangled with decay evoke a deeper sense of despair in the observer.
§ 13. The feeling would be also more easily accounted for if it appeared consistent in its regardlessness of beauty,—if what was done were altogether as inefficient as what was deserted. But the balcony, though rusty and broken, is delicate in design, and supported on a nobly carved slab of marble; the window, though a mere black rent in ragged plaster, is encircled by a garland of vine and fronted by a thicket of the sharp leaves and aurora-colored flowers of the oleander; the courtyard, overgrown 327 by mournful grass, is terminated by a bright fresco of gardens and fountains; the corpse, borne with the bare face to heaven, is strewn with flowers; beauty is continually mingled with the shadow of death.
§ 13. The feeling would be easier to understand if it was consistent in ignoring beauty—if what was done was just as ineffective as what was abandoned. But the balcony, though rusty and broken, has a delicate design and is supported by a beautifully carved slab of marble; the window, even though it’s just a black hole in shabby plaster, is surrounded by a garland of vines and framed by a thicket of sharp leaves and bright flowers of the oleander; the courtyard, overgrown with sad grass, ends with a vibrant fresco of gardens and fountains; the corpse, laid bare to the heavens, is covered with flowers; beauty is constantly intertwined with the shadow of death.
§ 14. So also is a kind of merriment,—not true cheerfulness, neither careless nor idle jesting, but a determined effort at gaiety, a resolute laughter, mixed with much satire, grossness, and practical buffoonery, and, it always seemed to me, void of all comfort or hope,—with this eminent character in it also, that it is capable of touching with its bitterness even the most fearful subjects, so that as the love of beauty retains its tenderness in the presence of death, this love of jest also retains its boldness, and the skeleton becomes one of the standard masques of the Italian comedy. When I was in Venice, in 1850, the most popular piece of the comic opera was "Death and the Cobbler," in which the point of the plot was the success of a village cobbler as a physician, in consequence of the appearance of Death to him beside the bed of every patient who was not to recover; and the most applauded scene in it was one in which the physician, insolent in success, and swollen with luxury, was himself taken down into the abode of Death, and thrown into an agony of terror by being shown lives of men, under the form of wasting lamps, and his own ready to expire.
§ 14. There’s also a type of fun—not genuine happiness, nor thoughtless or lazy joking, but a determined effort at being cheerful, a steadfast laughter mixed with a lot of sarcasm, crude humor, and slapstick. It always seemed to me to lack any comfort or hope. What’s notable about it is that it can touch on even the most frightening topics with its bitterness, so that just as the love of beauty retains its tenderness in the face of death, this love of humor also keeps its boldness, making the skeleton one of the classic symbols of Italian comedy. When I was in Venice in 1850, the most popular piece in the comic opera was "Death and the Cobbler," where the plot revolved around a village cobbler who becomes a successful doctor because Death appears to every patient who isn’t going to recover. The most celebrated scene featured the doctor, now arrogant with success and indulging in luxury, being dragged down to Death’s realm and thrown into a panic when shown the lives of men as burning lamps, with his own lamp about to go out.
§ 15. I have also not the smallest doubt that this endurance or affronting of fearful images is partly associated with indecency, partly with general fatuity and weakness of mind. The men who applauded loudest when the actress put on, in an instant, her mask representing a skull, and when her sharp and clear "Sono la Morte" rang through the theatre, were just those whose disgusting habits rendered it impossible for women to pass through some of the principal streets in Venice,—just those who formed the gaping audience, when a mountebank offered a new quack medicine on the Riva dei Schiavoni. And, as fearful imagery is associated with the weakness of fever, so it seems to me that imbecility and love of terror are connected by a mysterious link throughout the whole life of man. There is a most touching instance of this in the last days of Sir Walter Scott, the publication of whose latter works, deeply to be regretted on many accounts, was yet, perhaps, on the whole, 328 right, as affording a means of studying the conditions of the decay of overwrought human intellect in one of the most noble of minds. Among the many signs of this decay at its uttermost, in Castle Dangerous, not one of the least notable was the introduction of the knight who bears on his black armor the likeness of a skeleton.
§ 15. I have no doubt that this ability to endure or confront terrifying images is partly linked to indecency and partly to general foolishness and a weak mind. The people who clapped the loudest when the actress suddenly wore her skull mask, and when her sharp and clear "Sono la Morte" echoed through the theater, were the very ones whose disgusting habits made it unsafe for women to walk through some of the main streets in Venice. They were the same ones who formed the gawking crowd when a charlatan promoted a new fake medicine on the Riva dei Schiavoni. Just as terrifying images are connected to the frailty of fever, it seems to me that stupidity and a love for fear are mysteriously linked throughout the entirety of human life. A profoundly touching example of this can be seen in the final days of Sir Walter Scott, whose later works, regrettably published for many reasons, were perhaps ultimately justified as they provided a means to examine the conditions of the decline of an overstressed human intellect in one of the most noble minds. Among the many signs of this decline at its peak in Castle Dangerous, one of the most notable was the introduction of the knight whose black armor bears the likeness of a skeleton.
§ 16. The love of horror which is in this manner connected with feebleness of intellect, is not, however, to be confounded with that shown by the vulgar in general. The feeling which is calculated upon in the preparation of pieces full of terror and crime, at our lower theatres, and which is fed with greater art and elegance in the darker scenery of the popular French novelists, however morally unhealthy, is not unnatural; it is not the result of an apathy to such horror, but of a strong desire for excitement in minds coarse and dull, but not necessarily feeble. The scene of the murder of the jeweller in the "Count of Monte Cristo," or those with the Squelette in the "Mystères de Paris," appeal to instincts which are as common to all mankind as those of thirst and hunger, and which are only debasing in the exaggerated condition consequent upon the dulness of other instincts higher than they. And the persons who, at one period of their life, might take chief pleasure in such narrations, at another may be brought into a temper of high tone and acute sensibility. But the love of horror respecting which we are now inquiring appears to be an unnatural and feeble feeling; it is not that the person needs excitement, or has any such strong perceptions as would cause excitement, but he is dead to the horror, and a strange evil influence guides his feebleness of mind rather to fearful images than to beautiful ones,—as our disturbed dreams are sometimes filled with ghastliness which seem not to arise out of any conceivable association of our waking ideas, but to be a vapor out of the very chambers of the tomb, to which the mind, in its palsy, has approached.
§ 16. The love of horror that is linked to a lack of intellectual strength should not be confused with the general interest shown by the masses. The feelings that are relied upon in the creation of pieces filled with terror and crime at our lower theaters, and which are crafted with more art and sophistication in the darker settings of popular French novelists, while morally questionable, are not unnatural; they stem from a strong desire for excitement in minds that are coarse and dull, but not necessarily weak. The scenes of the jeweler’s murder in the "Count of Monte Cristo," or those featuring the Skeleton in the "Mystères de Paris," tap into instincts that are as universal as thirst and hunger, and only become degrading in the heightened state that follows the dulling of higher instincts. Furthermore, individuals who may find significant enjoyment in such narratives at one point in their lives may, at another time, develop a refined taste and heightened sensitivity. However, the love of horror that we are examining does seem to be an unnatural and weak emotion; it’s not that the person craves excitement or possesses strong perceptions that would lead to it, but rather, they are numb to horror, with a strange, negative force directing their feeble minds more toward frightening images than beautiful ones—similar to how our restless dreams can sometimes be filled with grotesque visions that don’t seem to relate to our conscious thoughts but appear to emerge from the very depths of the grave, as the mind, in its paralysis, draws near.
§ 17. But even this imbecile revelling in terror is more comprehensible, more apparently natural, than the instinct which is found frequently connected with it, of absolute joy in ugliness. In some conditions of old German art we find the most singular insisting upon what is in all respects ugly and abortive, or frightful; not with any sense of sublimity in it, neither in mere foolishness, but 329 with a resolute choice, such as I can completely account for on no acknowledged principle of human nature. For in the worst conditions of sensuality there is yet some perception of the beautiful, so that men utterly depraved in principle and habits of thought will yet admire beautiful things and fair faces. But in the temper of which I am now speaking there is no preference even of the lower forms of loveliness; no effort at painting fair limbs or passionate faces, no evidence of any human or natural sensation,—a mere feeding on decay and rolling in slime, not apparently or conceivably with any pleasure in it, but under some fearful possession of an evil spirit.
§ 17. But even this fool reveling in fear is more understandable, more seemingly natural, than the instinct that often accompanies it — an absolute joy in ugliness. In some instances of old German art, we see a peculiar emphasis on what is entirely ugly and failed, or terrifying; not out of any sense of greatness, nor mere foolishness, but with a determined choice that I can’t fully explain using any accepted principles of human nature. Even in the worst states of sensuality, there’s still some recognition of beauty, so people completely corrupted in morals and thought will still appreciate beautiful things and attractive faces. But in the mindset I’m discussing now, there’s no preference for even the lower forms of beauty; no attempt to paint lovely limbs or passionate faces, no sign of any human or natural feeling — just a mere indulgence in decay and wallowing in filth, seemingly without any pleasure in it, but under some terrifying grip of an evil spirit.
§ 18. The most wonderful instance of this feeling at its uttermost which I remember, is the missal in the British Museum, Harl. MSS. 1892. The drawings of the principal subjects in it appear to have been made first in black, by Martin Schöngauer (at all events by some copyist of his designs), and then another workman has been employed to paint these drawings over. No words can describe the intensity of the "plague of the heart" in this man; the reader should examine the manuscript carefully if he desires to see how low human nature can sink. I had written a description of one or two of the drawings in order to give some conception of them to persons not able to refer to the book; but the mere description so saddened and polluted my pages that I could not retain it. I will only, therefore, name the principal characteristics which belong to the workman's mind.
§ 18. The most incredible example of this feeling at its peak that I remember is the missal in the British Museum, Harl. MSS. 1892. The illustrations of the main subjects seem to have been initially created in black by Martin Schöngauer (or at least by some copyist of his designs), and then another artist was brought in to paint over these drawings. No words can capture the depth of the "plague of the heart" in this man; readers should closely examine the manuscript if they want to see how low human nature can fall. I had written a description of one or two of the drawings to give some sense of them to those who couldn't access the book, but the mere description darkened my pages so much that I couldn’t keep it. So, I will only mention the key characteristics that reflect the worker's mindset.
§ 19. First, perpetual tampering with death, whether there be occasion to allude to it or not,—especially insisting upon its associations with corruption. I do not pain the reader by dwelling on the details illustrative of this feeling.
§ 19. First, constant obsession with death, whether it's necessary to mention it or not—especially stressing its links to decay. I won't upset the reader by going into the specifics that illustrate this feeling.
Secondly, Delight in dismemberment, dislocation, and distortion of attitude. Distortion, to some extent, is a universal characteristic of the German fifteenth and sixteenth century art; that is to say, there is a general aptitude for painting legs across, or feet twisted round, or bodies awkwardly bent, rather than anything in a natural position; and Martin Schöngauer himself exhibits this defect in no small degree. But here the finishing workman has dislocated nearly every joint which he has exposed, besides knitting and twisting the muscles into mere knots of cordage.
Secondly, enjoy the dismemberment, dislocation, and distortion of attitude. Distortion, to some extent, is a common trait in German art from the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries; in other words, there's a general tendency to paint legs crossed, or feet twisted, or bodies awkwardly bent, rather than anything in a natural position; and Martin Schöngauer himself shows this flaw quite a bit. But here, the finishing artist has dislocated almost every joint he has revealed, in addition to twisting and knotting the muscles into simple bunches of cords.
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Fig. 113. |
What, however, only amounts to dislocation in the limbs of the human figures, becomes actual dismemberment in the animals. Fig. 113 is a faithful copy of a tree with two birds, one on its bough, and one above it, seen in the background, behind a soldier's mace, in the drawing of the Betrayal. In the engraving of this subject, by Schöngauer himself, the mace does not occur; it has been put in by the finishing workman, in order to give greater expression of savageness to the boughs of the tree, which, joined with the spikes of the mace, form one mass of disorganized angles and thorns, while the birds look partly as if being torn to pieces, and partly like black spiders.
What seems like just dislocation in the limbs of human figures becomes actual dismemberment in animals. Fig. 113 is a detailed depiction of a tree with two birds, one perched on a branch and one above it, seen in the background behind a soldier's mace in the drawing of the Betrayal. In the engraving of this scene by Schöngauer himself, the mace is missing; it was added by the finishing workman to emphasize the brutal nature of the boughs of the tree, which, combined with the spikes of the mace, create a chaotic mass of angles and thorns, while the birds appear to be either being torn apart or resemble black spiders.
In the painting itself the sky also is covered with little detached and bent white strokes, by way of clouds, and the hair of the figures torn into ragged locks, like wood rent by a cannon shot.
In the painting itself, the sky is filled with small, loose, and bent white strokes that represent clouds, and the hair of the figures is broken into messy strands, like wood shattered by a cannon shot.
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Fig. 114. |
This tendency to dismember and separate everything is one of the eminent conditions of a mind leaning to vice and ugliness; just as to connect and harmonize everything is that of a mind leaning to virtue and beauty. It is shown down to the smallest details; as, for instance, in the spotted backgrounds, which, instead of being chequered with connected patterns, as in the noble manuscripts (see Vol. III. Plate 7), are covered with disorderly dashes and circles executed with a blunt pen or brush, Fig. 114. And one of the borders is composed of various detached heads cut off at the neck or shoulders without the slightest endeavor to conceal or decorate the truncation. All this, of course, is associated with choice of the most abominable features in the countenance.
This tendency to break apart and separate everything is a clear sign of a mind inclined towards vice and ugliness; conversely, connecting and harmonizing everything reflects a mind inclined towards virtue and beauty. This is evident even in the smallest details; for example, in the spotted backgrounds, which, instead of being patterned with connected designs like in the fine manuscripts (see Vol. III. Plate 7), are filled with chaotic dashes and circles made with a blunt pen or brush, Fig. 114. One of the borders features various severed heads cut off at the neck or shoulders without any attempt to hide or decorate the cut. All of this, of course, is linked with the choice of the most grotesque features in the face.
§ 20. Thirdly, Pure ignorance. Necessarily such a mind as 331 this must be incapable of perceiving the truth of any form; and therefore together with the distortion of all studied form is associated the utter negation or imperfection of that which is less studied.
§ 20. Thirdly, Pure ignorance. A mind like this must be unable to grasp the truth in any way; and so, alongside the distortion of everything that is studied, there is a complete denial or lack of understanding of that which is less studied.
Fourthly, Delight in blood. I cannot use the words which would be necessary to describe the second102 painting of the Scourging, in this missal. But I may generally notice that the degree in which the peculiar feeling we are endeavoring to analyze is present in any district of Roman Catholic countries, may be almost accurately measured by the quantity of blood represented on the crucifixes.
Fourthly, Delight in blood. I can't find the right words to describe the second102 painting of the Scourging in this missal. However, I can generally point out that the level of the unique feeling we're trying to understand in any area of Roman Catholic countries can be nearly measured by the amount of blood shown on the crucifixes.
The person employed to repaint, in the Campo Santo of Pisa, the portion of Orcagna's pictures representing the Inferno, has furnished a very notable example of the same feeling; and it must be familiar to all travellers in countries thoroughly subjected to modern Romanism, a thing as different from thirteenth-century Romanism as a prison from a prince's chamber.
The person hired to repaint the section of Orcagna's artwork depicting the Inferno in the Campo Santo of Pisa has provided a striking example of the same sentiment; and it should be well-known to all travelers in places completely dominated by modern Romanism, which is as different from thirteenth-century Romanism as a prison is from a prince's chamber.
Lastly, Utter absence of inventive power. The only ghastliness which this workman is capable of is that of distortion. In ghastly combination he is impotent; he cannot even understand it or copy it when set before him, continually destroying any that exists in the drawing of Schöngauer.
Lastly, a complete lack of creativity. The only horror this worker can create is through distortion. In horrifying combination, he is powerless; he can't even grasp it or replicate it when presented to him, constantly ruining any that exists in Schöngauer's drawings.
§ 21. Such appear to be the principal component elements in the mind of the painter of this missal, and it possesses these in complete abstraction from nearly all others, showing, in deadly purity, the nature of the venom which in ordinary cases is tempered by counteracting elements. There are even certain feelings, evil enough themselves, but more natural than these, of which the slightest mingling would here be a sort of redemption. Vanity, for instance, would lead to a more finished execution, and more careful copying from nature, and of course subdue the ugliness by fidelity; love of pleasure would introduce occasionally a graceful or sensual form; malice would give some point and meaning to the bordering grotesques, nay, even insanity might have given them some inventive horror. But the pure mortiferousness of this mind, capable neither of patience, fidelity, grace, or wit, in any place, or from any 332 motive,—this horrible apathy of brain, which cannot ascend so high as insanity, but is capable only of putrefaction, save us the task of all analysis, and leave us only that of examining how this black aqua Tophana mingles with other conditions of mind.
§ 21. These seem to be the main elements in the mind of the painter of this missal, and it showcases them in complete separation from almost all others, demonstrating, in stark clarity, the nature of the poison that is usually softened by counterbalancing factors. There are even some feelings that are inherently negative, but more natural than these, which, if even slightly blended in, would serve as a sort of redemption. For example, vanity would lead to a more polished execution and more careful observation from nature, thus mitigating the ugliness through accuracy; a desire for pleasure might occasionally introduce a graceful or sensual form; malice would add some interest and meaning to the bordering grotesques, and even insanity might have sparked some imaginative horror. But the sheer deadliness of this mind, incapable of patience, fidelity, grace, or wit, from any context or motive—this dreadful emotional numbness, which cannot rise to even insanity but can only rot—saves us the work of deep analysis and leaves us with the task of examining how this toxic essence blends with other mental states.
§ 22. For I have led the reader over this dark ground, because it was essential to our determination of the influence of mountains that we should get what data we could as to the extent in other districts, and derivation from other causes, of the horror which at first we might have been led to connect too arbitrarily with hill scenery. And I wish that my knowledge permitted me to trace it over wider ground, for the observations hitherto stated leave the question still one of great difficulty. It might appear to a traveller crossing and recrossing the Alps between Switzerland and Italy, that the main strength of the evil lay on the south of the chain, and was attributable to the peculiar circumstances and character of the Italian nation at this period. But as he examined the matter farther he would note that in the districts of Italy generally supposed to be healthy, the evidence of it was less, and that it seemed to gain ground in places exposed to malaria, centralizing itself in the Val d'Aosta. He would then, perhaps, think it inconsistent with justice to lay the blame on the mountains, and transfer his accusation to the marshes, yet would be compelled to admit that the evil manifested itself most where these marshes were surrounded by hills. He would next, probably, suppose it produced by the united effect of hardships, solitude, and unhealthy air; and be disposed to find fault with the mountains, at least so far as they required painful climbing and laborious agriculture;—but would again be thrown into doubt by remembering that one main branch of the feeling,—the love of ugliness, seemed to belong in a peculiar manner to Northern Germany. If at all familiar with the art of the North and South, he would perceive that the endurance of ugliness, which in Italy resulted from languor or depression (while the mind yet retained some apprehension of the difference between fairness and deformity, as above noted in § 12), was not to be confounded with that absence of perception of the Beautiful, which introduced a general hard-featuredness of figure into all German and Flemish early art, even when Germany and Flanders were in their brightest national health and power. And as he 333 followed out in detail the comparison of all the purest ideals north and south of the Alps, and perceived the perpetual contrast existing between the angular and bony sanctities of the one latitude, and the drooping graces and pensive pieties of the other, he would no longer attribute to the ruggedness, or miasma, of the mountains the origin of a feeling which showed itself so strongly in the comfortable streets of Antwerp and Nuremberg, and in the unweakened and active intellects of Van Eyck and Albert Durer.
§ 22. I have guided the reader through this challenging territory because it was crucial for us to determine the impact of mountains. We needed to gather whatever information we could about how this concern appears in different areas and arises from various causes, rather than hastily linking it solely to mountain scenery. I wish my knowledge allowed me to explore this subject more broadly, as the observations made so far still leave the question quite complex. A traveler journeying back and forth across the Alps between Switzerland and Italy might think that most of the troubles stem from the southern side of the range, attributing it to the unique situation and character of the Italian people at this time. However, upon closer examination, they might notice that in the regions of Italy generally considered to be healthy, signs of illness are fewer, while it seems to thrive in areas prone to malaria, mainly concentrating in the Val d'Aosta. They might then find it unfair to blame the mountains and shift their accusations to the marshes, yet would have to acknowledge that the problem is most evident where these marshes are surrounded by hills. Next, they might assume the issues result from the combined effects of hardships, isolation, and unhealthy air, leading them to criticize the mountains, at least in terms of the difficult climbing and strenuous farming they demand; but again, their view would be challenged as they remember that one significant aspect of this feeling—the attraction to ugliness—seems especially tied to Northern Germany. If they were at all familiar with the art from the North and South, they would notice that the endurance of ugliness in Italy, which comes from fatigue or gloom (while still having some awareness of the difference between beauty and deformity, as noted previously in § 12), should not be confused with the lack of appreciation for beauty that led to the generally harsh appearances in early German and Flemish art, even during times when Germany and Flanders were at their most vibrant national strength. As they continued to compare the purest ideals on either side of the Alps, recognizing the constant contrast between the sharp and angular forms of one region and the softer, more contemplative qualities of the other, they would no longer attribute the feelings profoundly rooted in the flourishing streets of Antwerp and Nuremberg, as well as in the vibrant minds of Van Eyck and Albert Durer, to the roughness or foul air of the mountains.
§ 23. As I think over these various difficulties, the following Conditions which produce the Mountain gloom. conclusions seem to me deducible from the data I at present possess. I am in no wise confident of their accuracy, but they may assist the reader in pursuing the inquiry farther.
§ 23. As I consider these different challenges, the following Factors that create the mountain fog. conclusions come to mind based on the information I have right now. I'm not completely sure they're accurate, but they may help the reader continue the investigation further.
I. It seems to me, first, that a fair degree of intellect and General power of intellect. imagination is necessary before this kind of disease is possible. It does not seize on merely stupid peasantries, but on those which belong to intellectual races, and in whom the faculties of imagination and the sensibilities of heart were originally strong and tender. In flat land, with fresh air, the peasantry may be almost mindless, but not infected with this gloom.
I. It seems to me that a fair amount of intelligence and Overall intellectual power. imagination is necessary for this kind of disease to occur. It doesn't target just simple-minded people, but those from intellectual backgrounds, where the abilities of imagination and emotional sensitivity were originally strong and delicate. In flat lands with fresh air, the rural folks may be nearly mindless, but they aren't affected by this gloom.
II. In the second place, I think it is closely connected Romanism. with the Romanist religion, and that for several causes.
II. Secondly, I believe it is closely linked to the Roman Catholic faith, and for several reasons. Catholicism.
A. The habitual use of bad art (ill-made dolls and bad pictures), in the services of religion, naturally blunts the delicacy of the senses, by requiring reverence to be paid to ugliness, and familiarizing the eye to it in moments of strong and pure feeling; I do not think we can overrate the probable evil results of this enforced discordance between the sight and imagination.
A. The regular use of bad art (poorly made dolls and unattractive pictures) in religious settings naturally dulls the sensitivity of our senses by forcing us to show respect for ugliness and getting our eyes used to it during moments of deep and genuine emotion. I don’t think we can underestimate the likely negative outcomes of this forced mismatch between what we see and what we imagine.
B. The habitually dwelling on the penances, tortures, and martyrdoms of the Saints, as subjects of admiration and sympathy, together with much meditation on Purgatorial suffering; rendered almost impossible to Protestants by the greater fearfulness of such reflections, when the punishment is supposed eternal.
B. The constant focus on the penances, tortures, and martyrdoms of the Saints, viewed with admiration and sympathy, along with extensive contemplation of Purgatorial suffering, makes it almost impossible for Protestants to engage with these thoughts due to the greater fear they invoke, especially when the punishment is believed to be eternal.
C. Idleness, and neglect of the proper duties of daily life, during the large number of holidays in the year, together with 334 want of proper cleanliness, induced by the idea that comfort and happy purity are less pleasing to God than discomfort and self-degradation. This insolence induces much despondency, a larger measure of real misery than is necessary under the given circumstances of life, and many forms of crime and disease besides.
C. Laziness and ignoring our daily responsibilities during the many holidays throughout the year, along with a lack of proper cleanliness because of the belief that comfort and spiritual purity are less appealing to God than discomfort and self-neglect, lead to a lot of bitterness. This attitude causes unnecessary despair, a greater level of true misery than what’s needed in life as it is, and also contributes to various types of crime and illness.
D. Superstitious indignation. I do not know if it is as a result of the combination of these several causes, or if under a separate head, that I should class a certain strange awe which seems to attach itself to Romanism like its shadow, differing from the coarser gloom which we have been examining, in that it can attach itself to minds of the highest purity and keenness, and, indeed, does so to these more than to inferior ones. It is an undefinable pensiveness, leading to great severity of precept, mercilessness in punishment, and dark or discouraging thoughts of God and man.103
D. Superstitious indignation. I’m not sure if it’s due to a mix of these various reasons, or if it stands alone, but there’s a certain strange awe that seems to cling to Romanism like a shadow. This awe is different from the heavier gloom we’ve been discussing; it can attach itself to the purest and sharpest minds, and actually tends to do so more than to those with lesser qualities. It’s an indescribable pensiveness that leads to strict moral guidelines, harsh punishments, and dark or discouraging thoughts about God and humanity.103
It is connected partly with a greater belief in the daily presence and power of evil spirits than is common in Protestants (except the more enthusiastic, and also gloomy, sects of Puritans), connected also with a sternness of belief in the condemnatory power and duty of the Church, leading to persecution, and to less tempered indignation at oppositions of opinion than characterizes the Protestant mind ordinarily, which, though waspish and bitter enough, is not liable to the peculiar heart-burning caused in a Papist by any insult to his Church, or by the aspect of what he believes to be heresy.
It is partly tied to a stronger belief in the daily presence and influence of evil spirits than is typical among Protestants (except for the more enthusiastic and also gloomy Puritan sects). It's also connected to a rigid belief in the Church's power to condemn and its duty to do so, which leads to persecution and a less restrained anger at differing opinions than what is usually found in the Protestant mindset. While Protestants can be quite sharp and bitter, they are not typically prone to the intense resentment experienced by a Catholic when his Church is insulted or confronted with what he perceives as heresy.
§ 24. For all these reasons, I think Romanism is very definitely connected with the gloom we are examining, so as without fail to produce some measure of it in all persons who sincerely hold that faith; and if such effect is ever not to be traced, it is because the Romanism is checked by infidelity. The atheism or dissipation of a large portion of the population in crowded capitals prevents this gloom from being felt in full force; but it resumes its power, in mountain solitudes, over the minds of the comparatively ignorant and more suffering peasantry; so that 335 it is not an evil inherent in the hills themselves, but one result of the continuance in them of that old religious voice of warning, which, encouraging sacred feeling in general, encourages also whatever evil may essentially belong to the form of doctrine preached among them.
§ 24. For all these reasons, I believe that Romanism is strongly linked to the sadness we’re discussing, so it inevitably creates some level of it in everyone who genuinely holds that belief; and if such an effect is sometimes hard to find, it's because Romanism is tempered by disbelief. The atheism or indulgence of a significant part of the population in crowded cities stops this sadness from being fully experienced; however, it regains its influence in remote mountain areas over the relatively uninformed and more suffering farmers. So, it’s not an issue that arises from the mountains themselves, but rather a consequence of the persistence of that old religious warning, which, while fostering a sense of the sacred in general, also nurtures whatever negativity may come from the specific doctrines taught in those regions.
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Fig. 115. |
§ 25. III. It is assuredly connected also with a diseased state of health. Cheerfulness is just as natural to the heart of a man in strong health as color to his cheek; and wherever there is habitual Disease of body. gloom, there must be either bad air, unwholesome food, improperly severe labor, or erring habits of life. Among mountains, all these various causes are frequently found in combination. The air is either too bleak, or it is impure; generally the peasants are exposed to alternations of both. Great hardship is sustained in various ways, severe labor undergone during summer, and a sedentary and confined life led during winter. Where the gloom exists in less elevated districts, as in Germany, I do not doubt, though I have not historical knowledge enough to prove this, that it is partly connected with habits of sedentary life, protracted study, and general derangement of the bodily system in consequence; when it exists in the 336 gross form exhibited in the manuscript above examined, I have no doubt it has been fostered by habits of general vice, cruelty, and dissipation.
§ 25. III. It's definitely linked to poor health. Happiness is just as natural to a healthy person as color is to their cheeks; and wherever there’s constant sadness, there must be bad air, unhealthy food, excessive strain, or bad lifestyle choices. In mountainous areas, these factors often occur together. The air can be too harsh or contaminated; usually, the locals experience both extremes. They endure hardships in various ways, work hard in the summer, and lead sedentary lives in the winter. Where there’s gloom in lower areas, like in Germany, I believe—though I lack enough historical evidence to prove it—that it’s partly due to a sedentary lifestyle, excessive studying, and overall disruption of the body’s systems; when it shows up in the extreme form discussed in the manuscript above, I'm certain it’s been encouraged by habits of vice, cruelty, and indulgence.
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Fig. 116. |
§ 26. IV. Considered as a natural insensibility to beauty, it is, I imagine, indicative of a certain want of cultivation in the race among whom it is found, perhaps without corporal or mental Rudeness of life. weakness, but produced by rudeness of life, absence of examples of beautiful art, defects in the mould of the national features, and such other adversities, generally belonging to northern nations as opposed to southern. Here, however, again my historical knowledge is at fault, and I must leave the reader to follow out the question for himself, if it interests him. A single example maybe useful to those who have not time for investigation, in order to show the kind of difference I mean.
§ 26. IV. When seen as a natural insensitivity to beauty, I think it suggests a certain lack of cultural development in the group where it occurs, possibly without any physical or mental weakness, but stemming from a rough way of life, a lack of exposure to beautiful art, flaws in the national features, and various other challenges typically found in northern nations compared to southern ones. However, my historical knowledge here is lacking, and I'll have to leave it to the reader to explore the issue further if they're interested. One example may be helpful for those who lack the time for deeper research, to illustrate the kind of difference I'm talking about.
Fig. 115 is a St. Peter, from a German fifteenth-century MS., of good average execution; and Fig. 116 a Madonna, either of the best English, or second-rate French, work, from a service-book executed in 1290. The reader will, I doubt not, perceive at once the general grace and tenderness of sentiment 337 in the lines of the drapery of the last, and the comparatively delicate type of features. The hardnesses of line, gesture, and feature in the German example, though two centuries at least later, are, I think, equally notable. They are accompanied in the rest of the MS. by an excessive coarseness in choice of ornamental subject: beneath a female figure typical of the Church, for instance, there is painted a carcass, just butchered, and hung up with skewers through the legs.
Fig. 115 is a St. Peter from a German manuscript from the fifteenth century, done fairly well; and Fig. 116 is a Madonna, either from the best of English artists or a lower-quality French one, from a service book made in 1290. I’m sure the reader will notice the overall grace and tenderness in the lines of the drapery of the latter, as well as the comparatively delicate features. The harsh lines, gestures, and characteristics in the German example, despite being at least two centuries later, are also quite striking. They are accompanied throughout the manuscript by an excessive coarseness in the choice of ornamental subjects: for example, beneath a female figure representing the Church, there is a painted carcass, recently butchered, and hung up with skewers through its legs. 337
§ 27. V. In many high mountain districts, not only are the inhabitants likely to be hurt by hardship of life, and retarded by roughness of manners, but their eyes are familiarized with certain conditions of ugliness and disorder, produced by the violence of the elements around them. Once accustomed to look upon these conditions as inevitable in nature, they may easily transfer the idea of inevitableness and fitness to the same appearances in their own houses. I said that mountains seem to have been created to show us the perfection of beauty; but we saw in the tenth chapter that they also show sometimes the extreme of ugliness: and to the inhabitants of districts of this kind it is almost necessary to their daily comfort that they should view without dislike aspects of desolation which would to others be frightful. And can we blame them, if, when the rivers are continually loading their fields with heaps of black slime, and rolling, in time of flood, over the thickets on their islets, leaving, when the flood is past, every leaf and bough dim with granite-dust,—never more to be green through all the parching of summer; when the landslip leaves a ghastly scar among the grassy mounds of the hill side;—the rocks above are torn by their glaciers into rifts and wounds that are never healed; and the ice itself blackened league after league with loose ruin cast upon it as if out of some long and foul excavation;—can we blame, I say, the peasant, if, beholding these things daily as necessary appointments in the strong nature around him, he is careless that the same disorders should appear in his household or his farm; nor feels discomforted, though his walls should be full of fissures like the rocks, his furniture covered with dust like the trees, and his garden like the glacier in unsightliness of trench and desolation of mound?
§ 27. V. In many high mountain areas, not only are the people affected by the hardships of life and hindered by rough behavior, but they also grow accustomed to certain conditions of ugliness and disorder caused by the harshness of the environment around them. Once they get used to seeing these conditions as natural, they may easily apply the same idea of inevitability and acceptability to similar issues in their homes. I said that mountains seem to exist to showcase the beauty of perfection; however, we saw in the tenth chapter that they can also display extreme ugliness: and for the people living in such regions, it's almost essential for their daily comfort to view aspects of desolation that would frighten others without feeling any aversion. And can we really blame them? When the rivers constantly cover their fields with piles of black sludge, and during floods, wash over the thickets on their islets, leaving, after the flood recedes, every leaf and branch covered in granite dust—never to return to green despite the summer heat; when landslides create ghastly scars on the grassy slopes of the hills;—the rocks above are torn apart by glaciers into cracks and wounds that never heal; and the ice itself is blackened for miles by debris that seems to come from some long, filthy excavation;—can we blame the peasant, who sees these things every day as natural aspects of the powerful nature around him, for being indifferent to similar messes appearing in his home or on his farm; or for not feeling uncomfortable if his walls are cracked like the rocks, his furniture is dusty like the trees, and his garden resembles a glacier in its unattractive trenches and desolate mounds?
§ 28. Under these five heads are embraced, as far as I am 338 able to trace them, the causes of the temper which we are examining; and it will be seen that only the last is quite peculiar to mountain and marsh districts, although there is a somewhat greater probability that the others also may be developed among hills more than in plains. When, by untoward accident, all are associated, and the conditions described under the fifth head are very distinct, the result is even sublime in its painfulness. Of places subjected to such evil influence, none are quite so characteristic as the town of Sion in the Valais. In the first place (see § 23), the material on which it works is good; the race of peasantry being there both handsome and intelligent, as far as they escape the adverse influences around them; so that on a fête-day or a Sunday, when the families come down from the hill châlets, where the air is healthier, many very pretty faces may be seen among the younger women, set off by somewhat more pains in adjustment of the singular Valaisan costume than is now usual in other cantons of Switzerland.
§ 28. The causes of the temperament we are examining can be grouped under five categories, as far as I can trace them, and it’s clear that only the last is unique to mountainous and marshy areas. However, there's a slightly higher chance that the other factors might be more present in hilly regions than in flat ones. When, due to unfortunate circumstances, all of these factors come together, and the conditions described under the fifth category are very distinct, the outcome is even profoundly painful. Among places affected by such negativity, none stands out quite like the town of Sion in the Valais. First of all (see § 23), the foundation it has to work with is good; the local peasantry is both attractive and intelligent, as long as they avoid the harmful influences surrounding them. So, on a festive day or a Sunday, when families come down from the mountain chalets, where the air is fresher, you can see many pretty faces among the younger women, enhanced by a bit more effort in the arrangement of the unique Valaisan costume than what is currently common in other parts of Switzerland.
§ 29. Secondly, it is a bishopric, and quite the centre of Romanism in Switzerland, all the most definite Romanist doctrines being evidently believed sincerely, and by a majority of the population; Protestantism having no hold upon them at all; and republican infidelity, though active in the councils of the commune, having as yet, so far as I could see, little influence in the hearts of households. The prominence of the Valais among Roman Catholic states has always been considerable. The Cardinal of Sion was, of old, one of the personages most troublesome to the Venetian ambassadors at the English Court.104
§ 29. Secondly, it is a bishopric and a major center of Roman Catholicism in Switzerland, where the most clear Roman Catholic beliefs are sincerely held by the majority of the population; Protestantism has no influence on them at all, and although secular ideas are active in the local government, they seem to have little impact on the hearts of families. The prominence of Valais among Roman Catholic regions has always been significant. The Cardinal of Sion was, in the past, one of the figures that troubled the Venetian ambassadors at the English Court.104
§ 30. Thirdly, it is in the midst of a marshy valley, pregnant with various disease; the water either stagnant, or disgorged in wild torrents charged with earth; the air, in the morning, stagnant also, hot, close, and infected; in the afternoon, rushing up from the outlet at Martigny in fitful and fierce whirlwind; one side of the valley in almost continual shade, the other (it running east and west) scorched by the southern sun, and sending streams of heat into the air all night long from its torrid limestones; while less traceable plagues than any of these bring on the inhabitants, at a certain time of life, violent affections 339 of goître, and often, in infancy, cretinism. Agriculture is attended with the greatest difficulties and despondencies; the land which the labor of a life has just rendered fruitful is often buried in an hour; and the carriage of materials, as well as the traversing of land on the steep hill sides, attended with extraordinary fatigue.
§ 30. Thirdly, it's located in a marshy valley filled with various diseases; the water is either stagnant or rushing out in wild torrents full of dirt; the air, in the morning, is also stagnant, hot, stuffy, and unhealthy; in the afternoon, it comes rushing from the outlet at Martigny in unpredictable and fierce gusts; one side of the valley is almost always in shade, while the other (running east to west) is scorched by the southern sun, sending waves of heat into the air all night long from its blazing limestones; while less noticeable plagues than these cause the locals, at a certain age, to suffer from severe cases of goiter and often, in infancy, from cretinism. Farming is filled with immense struggles and hopelessness; the land that a lifetime of work has just made productive is often destroyed in an hour; and transporting materials, as well as navigating the steep hills, requires extraordinary effort. 339
§ 31. Owing to these various influences, Sion, the capital of the district, presents one of the most remarkable scenes for the study of the particular condition of human feeling at present under consideration that I know among mountains. It consists of little more than one main street, winding round the roots of two ridges of crag, and branching, on the sides towards the rocks, into a few narrow lanes, on the other, into spaces of waste ground, of which part serve for military exercises, part are enclosed in an uncertain and vague way; a ditch half-filled up, or wall half-broken down, seeming to indicate their belonging, or having been intended to belong, to some of the unfinished houses which are springing up amidst their weeds. But it is difficult to say, in any part of the town, what is garden-ground or what is waste; still more, what is new building and what old. The houses have been for the most part built roughly of the coarse limestone of the neighboring hills, then coated with plaster, and painted, in imitation of Palladian palaces, with grey architraves and pilasters, having draperies from capital to capital. With this false decoration is curiously contrasted a great deal of graceful, honest, and original ironwork, in bulging balconies, and floreted gratings of huge windows, and branching sprays, for any and every purpose of support or guard. The plaster, with its fresco, has in most instances dropped away, leaving the houses peeled and scarred; daubed into uncertain restoration with new mortar, and in the best cases thus left; but commonly fallen also, more or less, into ruin, and either roofed over at the first story when the second has fallen, or hopelessly abandoned;—not pulled down, but left in white and ghastly shells to crumble into heaps of limestone and dust, a pauper or two still inhabiting where inhabitation is possible. The lanes wind among these ruins; the blue sky and mountain grass are seen through the windows of their rooms and over their partitions, on which old gaudy papers flaunt in rags: the 340 weeds gather, and the dogs scratch about their foundations; yet there are no luxuriant weeds, for their ragged leaves are blanched with lime, crushed under perpetually falling fragments, and worn away by listless standing of idle feet. There is always mason's work doing, always some fresh patching and whitening; a dull smell of mortar, mixed with that of stale foulness of every kind, rises with the dust, and defiles every current of air; the corners are filled with accumulations of stones, partly broken, with crusts of cement sticking to them, and blotches of nitre oozing out of their pores. The lichenous rocks and sunburnt slopes of grass stretch themselves hither and thither among the wreck, curiously traversed by stairs and walls and half-cut paths, that disappear below starkly black arches, and cannot be followed, or rise in windings round the angles, and in unfenced slopes along the fronts, of the two masses of rock which bear, one the dark castle, the other the old church and convent of Sion; beneath, in a rudely inclosed square at the outskirts of the town, a still more ancient Lombardic church raises its grey tower, a kind of esplanade extending between it and the Episcopal palace, and laid out as a plot of grass, intersected by gravel walks; but the grass, in strange sympathy with the inhabitants, will not grow as grass, but chokes itself with a network of grey weeds, quite wonderful in its various expression of thorny discontent and savageness; the blue flower of the borage, which mingles with it in quantities, hardly interrupting its character, for the violent black spots in the centre of its blue takes away the tenderness of the flower, and it seems to have grown there in some supernatural mockery of its old renown of being good against melancholy. The rest of the herbage is chiefly composed of the dwarf mallow, the wild succory, the wall-rocket, goose-foot, and milfoil;105 plants, nearly all of them, jagged in the leaf, broken and dimly clustered in flower, haunters of waste ground and places of outcast refuse.
§ 31. Because of these various influences, Sion, the capital of the district, offers one of the most striking scenes for studying the current state of human emotion that I know of in the mountains. It consists mainly of one main street that winds around the base of two rocky ridges, branching into a few narrow lanes on one side and into patches of wasteland on the other, some of which are used for military drills while others are vaguely enclosed; a half-filled ditch or a partially crumbled wall suggesting they belong, or were meant to belong, to some unfinished houses that are sprouting among the weeds. However, it's hard to tell, anywhere in the town, what constitutes garden space and what is wasteland; even more challenging is distinguishing between new construction and old. Most of the houses have been roughly built from the coarse limestone of the nearby hills, then plastered and painted to resemble Palladian palaces, featuring gray architraves and pilasters, with drapery flowing from capital to capital. This faux decoration stands in curious contrast to a significant amount of elegant, honest, and original ironwork showcased in protruding balconies and elaborate grates of large windows, as well as decorative sprays for various supports and guards. The plaster and fresco often peel away, leaving the houses looking worn and scarred; hastily patched up with new mortar, they are in varying conditions—some have fallen into disrepair, with a roof over the first story where the second has collapsed, while others are hopelessly abandoned; left standing as white, ghostly shells crumbling into heaps of limestone and dust, with a few paupers still residing where it’s possible. The lanes meander through these ruins; through the windows of their interiors and over their walls, the blue sky and mountain grass can be seen, while old, colorful wallpaper hangs in tatters: weeds collect, and dogs roam around their foundations; yet the weeds do not flourish, their ragged leaves bleached by lime, crushed under perpetually falling debris, and worn down by the idle feet of passersby. There’s always masonry work happening, fresh patches of mortar and whitening being applied; a dull smell of cement, mixed with every kind of stale filth, rises with the dust and taints every breath of air; the corners are piled with stones, partly broken, with patches of cement stuck to them, and splotches of nitre seeping from their surfaces. The lichen-covered rocks and sun-parched grassy slopes stretch randomly among the debris, intricately crossed by stairs, walls, and half-cut paths that disappear beneath stark black arches and lead into inaccessible spots, or wind around the angles, and along unfenced slopes in front of the two rocky formations that support, one the dark castle, the other the old church and convent of Sion; beneath, in a roughly enclosed square at the town's edge, an even older Lombard church rises with its gray tower, its space extending between it and the Episcopal palace, laid out as a grassy plot dotted with gravel paths; however, the grass, in strange harmony with the inhabitants, refuses to grow like grass, choking itself with an intricate network of gray weeds, remarkable in its various displays of thorny discontent and wildness; the blue flowers of borage mix in plentifully, barely cutting through its character, for the harsh black spots in the center of its blue diminish the flower's delicacy, making it appear as though it has grown there in some supernatural parody of its former reputation for combating melancholy. The remaining plants are mostly dwarf mallow, wild succory, wall-rocket, goose-foot, and milfoil;105 nearly all of them feature jagged leaves, broken and sparsely clustered flowers, thriving in neglected spaces and sites of refuse.
Beyond this plot of ground the Episcopal palace, a half-deserted, barrack-like building, overlooks a neglected vineyard, of which the clusters, black on the under side, snow-white on the other with lime-dust, gather around them a melancholy hum of 341 flies. Through the arches of its trelliswork the avenue of the great valley is seen in descending distance, enlarged with line beyond line of tufted foliage, languid and rich, degenerating at last into leagues of grey Maremma, wild with the thorn and the willow; on each side of it, sustaining themselves in mighty slopes and unbroken reaches of colossal promontory, the great mountains secede into supremacy through rosy depths of burning air, and the crescents of snow gleam over their dim summits as—if there could be Mourning, as once there was War, in Heaven—a line of waning moons might be set for lamps along the sides of some sepulchral chamber in the Infinite.
Beyond this plot of land, the Episcopal palace, a mostly empty, barrack-like building, looks over a neglected vineyard, where the clusters are black on the underside and bright white on top with lime dust, surrounded by a melancholy buzz of 341 flies. Through the arches of its trellis, the avenue of the great valley stretches out, layered with line after line of lush, drooping foliage, eventually fading into miles of grey Maremma, wild with thorns and willows. On either side of it, strong slopes and unbroken stretches of massive promontories rise up, leading to the great mountains which rise majestically through rosy layers of heated air, while the crescent-shaped snow glimmers over their dim peaks as if—if there could be Mourning, as there once was War, in Heaven—a line of fading moons could be set as lamps along the walls of some tomb-like space in the Infinite.
§ 32. I know not how far this universal grasp of the sorrowful spirit might be relaxed if sincere energy were directed to amend the ways of life of the Valaisan. But it has always appeared to me that there was, even in more healthy mountain districts, a certain degree of inevitable melancholy; nor could I ever escape from the feeling that here, where chiefly the beauty of God's working was manifested to men, warning was also given, and that to the full, of the enduring of His indignation against sin.
§ 32. I don't know how much this widespread sense of sadness might ease if genuine effort was made to improve the lives of the people in Valais. However, I've always felt that even in healthier mountain areas, there's a certain level of unavoidable melancholy. I could never shake the feeling that here, where the beauty of God's creation is most evident, there’s also a clear warning about the lasting consequences of His anger towards sin.
It seems one of the most cunning and frequent of self-deceptions to turn the heart away from this warning and refuse to acknowledge anything in the fair scenes of the natural creation but beneficence. Men in general lean towards the light, so far as they contemplate such things at all, most of them passing "by on the other side," either in mere plodding pursuit of their own work, irrespective of what good or evil is around them, or else in selfish gloom, or selfish delight, resulting from their own circumstances at the moment. Of those who give themselves to any true contemplation, the plurality, being humble, gentle, and kindly hearted, look only in nature for what is lovely and kind; partly, also, God gives the disposition to every healthy human mind in some degree to pass over or even harden itself against evil things, else the suffering would be too great to be borne; and humble people, with a quiet trust that everything is for the best, do not fairly represent the facts to themselves, thinking them none of their business. So, what between hard-hearted people, thoughtless people, busy people, humble people, and cheerfully minded people,—giddiness of youth, and preoccupations 342 of age,—philosophies of faith, and cruelties of folly,—priest and Levite, masquer and merchantman, all agreeing to keep their own side of the way,—the evil that God sends to warn us gets to be forgotten, and the evil that He sends to be mended by us gets left unmended. And then, because people shut their eyes to the dark indisputableness of the facts in front of them, their Faith, such as it is, is shaken or uprooted by every darkness in what is revealed to them. In the present day it is not easy to find a well-meaning man among our more earnest thinkers, who will not take upon himself to dispute the whole system of redemption, because he cannot unravel the mystery of the punishment of sin. But can he unravel the mystery of the punishment of NO sin? Can he entirely account for all that happens to a cab-horse? Has he ever looked fairly at the fate of one of those beasts as it is dying,—measured the work it has done, and the reward it has got,—put his hand upon the bloody wounds through which its bones are piercing, and so looked up to Heaven with an entire understanding of Heaven's ways about the horse? Yet the horse is a fact—no dream—no revelation among the myrtle trees by night; and the dust it dies upon, and the dogs that eat it, are facts;—and yonder happy person, whose the horse was till its knees were broken over the hurdles, who had an immortal soul to begin with, and wealth and peace to help forward his immortality; who has also devoted the powers of his soul, and body, and wealth, and peace, to the spoiling of houses, the corruption of the innocent, and the oppression of the poor; and has, at this actual moment of his prosperous life, as many curses waiting round about him in calm shadow, with their death's eyes fixed upon him, biding their time, as ever the poor cab-horse had launched at him in meaningless blasphemies, when his failing feet stumbled at the stones,—this happy person shall have no stripes,—shall have only the horse's fate of annihilation; or, if other things are indeed reserved for him, Heaven's kindness or omnipotence is to be doubted therefore.
It seems one of the most clever and common ways we deceive ourselves is by ignoring this warning and choosing to view nothing in the beautiful scenes of nature but kindness. Generally, people are drawn to the light, as far as they consider such things at all, with most simply "passing by on the other side"—either buried in their own work without regard for the good or evil around them, or lost in their own selfish sadness or happiness based on their current situation. Among those who genuinely reflect, most are humble, gentle, and kind-hearted, seeking only beauty and kindness in nature. Additionally, God gives a healthy human mind some ability to overlook or harden itself against evil; otherwise, the pain would be unbearable. Humble individuals, with a quiet faith that everything works for the best, don't fairly assess the reality of their situations, thinking it's none of their concern. So, with a mix of hard-hearted people, thoughtless ones, busy individuals, humble souls, and cheerful minds—youthful frivolity, and the worries of age—philosophical beliefs and foolish cruelty—priests and Levites, entertainers and merchants, all choosing to mind their own business—the evil that God sends to alert us gets forgotten, and our duty to address the evil left unaddressed. Then, because people turn a blind eye to the undeniable darkness of the facts around them, their faith, however weak, is shaken or uprooted by every revelation of darkness they encounter. Today, it's hard to find a well-meaning person among our more serious thinkers who won't challenge the entire system of redemption because they can't make sense of the punishment for sin. But can they explain the punishment for NO sin? Can they fully account for everything that happens to a cab horse? Have they ever looked at one of those animals as it dies—considered the work it has done and the rewards it has received—touched the bloody wounds where its bones are protruding, and then looked to Heaven with a complete understanding of its ways regarding the horse? Yet the horse is a fact—it's not a dream—nor a revelation among the myrtle trees at night; the dust it dies on and the dogs that consume it are real—while that happy person, who owned the horse until its knees buckled over the hurdles, possessing an immortal soul and wealth to nurture that soul, who has used their power, body, wealth, and peace to destroy homes, corrupt the innocent, and oppress the poor; who, in this moment of prosperity, has as many curses looming in quiet shadows, waiting for their moment, as the poor cab horse had flung at them in meaningless curses when its tired legs stumbled on the pavement—this fortunate individual will not face punishment—will meet only the horse's fate of disappearance; or if something else is truly in store for them, then Heaven's kindness or power must be questioned.
§ 33. We cannot reason of these things. But this I know—and this may by all men be known—that no good or lovely thing exists in this world without its correspondent darkness; and that the universe presents itself continually to mankind under the 343 stern aspect of warning, or of choice, the good and the evil set on the right hand and the left.
§ 33. We can’t reason about these things. But I know this—and anyone can know it—that no good or beautiful thing exists in this world without its counterpart of darkness; and that the universe constantly presents itself to humanity in a way that feels like a serious warning or a choice, with good on one side and evil on the other.
And in this mountain gloom, which weighs so strongly upon the human heart that in all time hitherto, as we have seen, the hill defiles have been either avoided in terror or inhabited in penance, there is but the fulfilment of the universal law, that where the beauty and wisdom of the Divine working are most manifested, there also are manifested most clearly the terror of God's wrath, and inevitableness of His power.
And in this gloomy mountain setting, which weighs heavily on the human heart so much that throughout time, as we've seen, the mountain passes have either been avoided in fear or lived in as a form of penance, it’s just the fulfillment of the universal law that where the beauty and wisdom of the Divine are most evident, there too are the terror of God’s wrath and the inevitability of His power made most clear.
Nor is this gloom less wonderful so far as it bears witness to the error of human choice, even when the nature of good and evil is most definitely set before it. The trees of Paradise were fair; but our first parents hid themselves from God "in medio ligni Paradisi," in the midst of the trees of the garden. The hills were ordained for the help of man; but, instead of raising his eyes to the hills, from whence cometh his help, he does his idol sacrifice "upon every high hill and under every green tree." The mountain of the Lord's house is established above the hills; but Nadab and Abihu shall see under His feet the body of heaven in his clearness, yet go down to kindle the censer against their own souls. And so to the end of time it will be; to the end, that cry will still be heard along the Alpine winds, "Hear, oh ye mountains, the Lord's controversy!" Still, their gulfs of thawless ice, and unretarded roar of tormented waves, and deathful falls of fruitless waste, and unredeemed decay, must be the image of the souls of those who have chosen the darkness, and whose cry shall be to the mountains to fall on them, and to the hills to cover them; and still, to the end of time, the clear waters of the unfailing springs, and the white pasture-lilies in their clothed multitude, and the abiding of the burning peaks in their nearness to the opened heaven, shall be the types, and the blessings, of those who have chosen light, and of whom it is written, "The mountains shall bring peace to the people, and the little hills, righteousness."
Nor is this sadness any less remarkable as it shows the mistakes of human choice, even when the definitions of good and evil are clearly presented. The trees of Paradise were beautiful; yet our first parents hid from God "in medio ligni Paradisi," right in the middle of the garden's trees. The hills were meant to assist humanity; but instead of looking up to the hills, from where help comes, people make their idol sacrifices "upon every high hill and under every green tree." The mountain of the Lord's house is established above the hills; but Nadab and Abihu will see the clear body of heaven beneath His feet, yet still go down to light the censer against their own souls. And so it will be until the end of time; that cry will continue to echo along the Alpine winds, "Hear, oh ye mountains, the Lord's controversy!" Their frozen depths, the relentless roar of tortured waves, deadly drops into barren wastelands, and unredeemed decay must reflect the souls of those who have chosen darkness, whose cry will be for the mountains to fall on them and the hills to cover them; and still, until the end of time, the clear waters of unending springs, and the white pasture-lilies in their multitude, and the presence of burning peaks close to the opened heaven, will symbolize and bless those who have chosen light, of whom it is written, "The mountains shall bring peace to the people, and the little hills, righteousness."
101 As I was correcting this sheet for press, the morning paper containing the account of the burning of Covent Garden theatre furnished the following financial statements, bearing somewhat on the matter in hand; namely,
101 While I was finalizing this sheet for publication, the morning paper including the report on the Covent Garden theatre fire provided the following financial statements that are somewhat related to the issue at hand; specifically,
£ | |
That the interior fittings of the theatre, in 1846, cost | 40,000 |
That it was opened on the 6th of April, 1847; and that in 1848 the loss upon it was | 34,756 |
in 1849"" | 25,455 |
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100,211 | |
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£ | |
And that in one year the vocal department cost | 33,349 |
the ballet"" | 8,105 |
the orchestra "" | 10,048 |
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51,502 | |
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Mr. Albano afterwards corrected this statement, substituting 27,000 for 40,000: and perhaps the other sums may also have been exaggerated, but I leave the reader to consider what an annual expenditure of from 30,000l. to 50,000l. might effect in practical idealism in general, whether in Swiss valleys or elsewhere. I am not one of those who regard all theatrical entertainment as wrong or harmful. I only regret to see our theatres so conducted as to involve an expense which is worse than useless, in leading our audiences to look for mere stage effect, instead of good acting, good singing, or good sense. If we really loved music, or the drama, we should be content to hear well-managed voices, and see finished acting, without paying five or six thousand pounds to dress the songsters or decorate the stage. Simple but well-chosen dresses, and quiet landscape exquisitely painted, would have far more effect on the feelings of any sensible audience than the tinsel and extravagance of our common scenery; and our actors and actresses must have little respect for their own powers, if they think that dignity of gesture is dependent on the flash of jewellery, or the pathos of accents connected with the costliness of silk. Perfect execution of music by a limited orchestra is far more delightful, and far less fatiguing, than the irregular roar and hum of multitudinous mediocrity; and finished instrumentation by an adequate number of performers, exquisite acting, and sweetest singing, might be secured for the public at a fourth part of the cost now spent on operatic absurdities. There is no occasion whatever for decoration of the house: it is, on the contrary, the extreme of vulgarity. No person of good taste ever goes to a theatre to look at the fronts of the boxes. Comfortable and roomy seats, perfect cleanliness, decent and fitting curtains and other furniture, of good stuff, but neither costly nor tawdry, and convenient, but not dazzling, light, are the proper requirements in the furnishing of an opera-house. As for the persons who go there to look at each other—to show their dresses—to yawn away waste hours—to obtain a maximum of momentary excitement—or to say they were there, at next day's three-o'clock breakfast (and it is only for such persons that glare, cost, and noise are necessary), I commend to their consideration, or at least to such consideration as is possible to their capacities, the suggestions in the text. But to the true lovers of the drama I would submit, as another subject of inquiry, whether they ought not to separate themselves from the mob, and provide, for their own modest, quiet, and guiltless entertainment, the truth of heartfelt impersonation, and the melody of the unforced and delicate voice, without extravagance of adjunct, unhealthy lateness of hours, or appeal to degraded passions. Such entertainment might be obtained at infinitely smaller cost, and yet at a price which would secure honorable and permanent remuneration to every performer; and I am mistaken in my notion of the best actors, if they would not rather play at a house where people went to hear and to feel, than weary themselves, even for four times the pay, before an audience insulting in its listlessness and ignorant in its applause.
Mr. Albano later corrected this statement, changing 40,000 to 27,000; and maybe the other figures have also been exaggerated, but I'll let the reader think about what an annual expense of between 30,000 l. and 50,000 l. might achieve in practical idealism, whether in Swiss valleys or elsewhere. I’m not one of those who sees all theatrical entertainment as wrong or damaging. I just wish our theaters were managed in a way that doesn’t lead to costs that are worse than useless, steering our audiences to expect mere stage spectacle instead of quality acting, singing, or meaningful content. If we truly appreciated music or drama, we would be happy to hear well-controlled voices and see polished performances without spending five or six thousand pounds to dress up the singers or decorate the stage. Simple but well-chosen costumes and a beautifully painted, peaceful backdrop would have a much greater impact on the feelings of any thoughtful audience than the flashy and extravagant scenery we usually see; and our actors and actresses must have little respect for their own abilities if they believe that the dignity of their gestures depends on shiny jewelry or the emotional weight of their voices relies on expensive silk. Perfect execution of music by a small orchestra is far more enjoyable and less tiring than the chaotic noise of countless mediocre performers; and outstanding musical performances, precise acting, and beautiful singing could be provided to the public at just a quarter of the current cost spent on operatic nonsense. There is no need for extravagant decoration in the theater: in fact, it's the height of bad taste. No one with good taste goes to a theater to admire the box fronts. Comfortable, spacious seating, impeccable cleanliness, appropriate and quality curtains and other furnishings that are nice but not overly expensive or gaudy, and practical lighting that isn’t blinding, are the proper requirements for an opera house. As for those who come to the theater to look at each other—to show off their outfits—to kill time yawning—to get a quick thrill—or to brag about it at breakfast the next day (and it’s only for such people that glitz, expense, and noise are necessary), I suggest, or at least hope they can consider, the ideas presented in the text. But to the true lovers of drama, I would propose as another topic to think about whether they should separate themselves from the crowd and create an atmosphere for their own simple, peaceful, and guilt-free enjoyment of genuine representation and the beauty of unforced, delicate singing, without extravagance, unhealthy late nights, or appeals to degraded desires. Such entertainment could be had at a vastly lower cost, yet still at a price that would ensure fair and lasting pay for every performer; and I’d be mistaken about the best actors if they wouldn’t prefer to perform in a place where people came to listen and feel rather than exhaust themselves, even for four times the pay, in front of an audience that is insulting in its indifference and clueless in its applause.
102 There are, unusually, two paintings of this subject, the first representing the preparations for the scourging, the second its close.
102 Surprisingly, there are two paintings of this subject; the first shows the preparations for the scourging, while the second depicts its conclusion.
103 This character has, I think, been traced in the various writings of Mrs. Sherwood better than in any others; she has a peculiar art of making it felt and of striking the deep tone of it as from a passing-bell, contrasting it with the most cheerful, lovely, and sincere conditions of Protestantism.
103 I believe this character has been more clearly depicted in the various writings of Mrs. Sherwood than in any others; she has a unique ability to evoke its presence and to resonate its deep tone like a tolling bell, contrasting it with the most joyful, beautiful, and genuine aspects of Protestantism.
CHAPTER XX.
THE MOUNTAIN GLORY.
§ 1. I have dwelt, in the foregoing chapter, on the sadness of the hills with the greater insistance that I feared my own excessive love for them might lead me into too favorable interpretation of their influences over the human heart; or, at least, that the reader might accuse me of fond prejudice, in the conclusions to which, finally, I desire to lead him concerning them. For, to myself, mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery; in them, and in the forms of inferior landscape that lead to them, my affections are wholly bound up; and though I can look with happy admiration at the lowland flowers, and woods, and open skies, the happiness is tranquil and cold, like that of examining detached flowers in a conservatory, or reading a pleasant book; and if the scenery be resolutely level, insisting upon the declaration of its own flatness in all the detail of it, as in Holland, or Lincolnshire, or Central Lombardy, it appears to me like a prison, and I cannot long endure it. But the slightest rise and fall in the road,—a mossy bank at the side of a crag of chalk, with brambles at its brow, overhanging it,—a ripple over three or four stones in the stream by the bridge,—above all, a wild bit of ferny ground under a fir or two, looking as if, possibly, one might see a hill if one got to the other side of the trees, will instantly give me intense delight, because the shadow, or the hope, of the hills is in them.
§ 1. I have talked in the previous chapter about the sadness of the hills, stressing that I worried my deep love for them might make me interpret their effects on the human heart too positively; or at least, that the reader might think I have a personal bias in the conclusions I ultimately want to lead them to about them. For me, mountains are the beginning and end of all natural beauty; my affections are completely tied to them and the lesser landscapes that connect to them. While I can appreciate the lowland flowers, woods, and open skies with a sense of happy admiration, that happiness feels calm and distant, like enjoying isolated flowers in a greenhouse or reading a nice book. If the scenery is completely flat and constantly emphasizes its own flatness in all its details, like in Holland, Lincolnshire, or Central Lombardy, it feels like a prison to me, and I can't stand it for long. But even the slightest rise and fall in the road—a mossy bank beside a chalk cliff, with brambles at the top hanging over it—a ripple over a few stones in the stream by the bridge—especially, a wild patch of ferns under a fir or two, suggesting that you might see a hill if you got to the other side of the trees—will instantly bring me immense joy, because the shade, or the promise, of the hills is present in them.
§ 2. And thus, although there are few districts of Northern Europe, however apparently dull or tame, in which I cannot find pleasure, though the whole of Northern France (except Champagne), dull as it seems to most travellers, is to me a perpetual Paradise; and, putting Lincolnshire, Leicestershire, and one or two such other perfectly flat districts aside, there is not an English county which I should not find entertainment in exploring 345 the cross-roads of, foot by foot; yet all my best enjoyment would be owing to the imagination of the hills, coloring, with their far-away memories, every lowland stone and herb. The pleasant French coteau, green in the sunshine, delights me, either by what real mountain character it has in itself (for in extent and succession of promontory the flanks of the French valleys have quite the sublimity of true mountain distances), or by its broken ground and rugged steps among the vines, and rise of the leafage above, against the blue sky, as it might rise at Vevay or Como. There is not a wave of the Seine but is associated in my mind with the first rise of the sandstones and forest pines of Fontainebleau; and with the hope of the Alps, as one leaves Paris with the horses' heads to the south-west, the morning sun, flashing on the bright waves at Charenton. If there be no hope or association of this kind, and if I cannot deceive myself into fancying that perhaps at the next rise of the road there may be seen the film of a blue hill in the gleam of sky at the horizon, the landscape, however beautiful, produces in me even a kind of sickness and pain; and the whole view from Richmond Hill or Windsor Terrace,—nay, the gardens of Alcinous, with their perpetual summer,—or of the Hesperides (if they were flat, and not close to Atlas), golden apples and all—I would give away in an instant, for one mossy granite stone a foot broad, and two leaves of lady-fern.106
§ 2. So, even though there are few areas in Northern Europe that seem boring or plain, I can still find joy in them. The whole of Northern France (except Champagne), dull as it may seem to most travelers, is to me an everlasting Paradise. Aside from Lincolnshire, Leicestershire, and a couple of other completely flat regions, there isn't an English county that I wouldn't enjoy exploring, step by step, along its backroads. Yet, all my greatest pleasure would stem from the imagination of the hills, which color every stone and herb in the flatlands with their distant memories. The charming French slope, lush in the sunlight, captivates me, whether it's the mountain-like character it possesses (because the depth and succession of the French valleys have the grandeur of real mountain ranges) or its uneven terrain and rough paths among the vineyards, and the rise of the leaves against the blue sky, reminiscent of Vevay or Como. Every wave of the Seine is linked in my mind to the initial rise of the sandstone and forest pines of Fontainebleau, along with the anticipation of the Alps as you leave Paris, heading southwest, with the morning sun sparkling on the bright waves at Charenton. If there's no hope or association like this, and if I can't trick myself into thinking that maybe at the next bend in the road, I might catch a glimpse of a blue hill shimmering in the sky at the horizon, even the most beautiful landscape makes me feel a sort of sickness and pain. The entire view from Richmond Hill or Windsor Terrace—even the gardens of Alcinous, with their endless summer—or the Hesperides (if they were flat and not next to Atlas), with golden apples and all—I would trade away in an instant for one mossy granite stone a foot wide, and two leaves of lady-fern.
§ 3. I know that this is in great part idiosyncrasy; and that I must not trust to my own feelings, in this respect, as representative of the modern landscape instinct; yet I know it 346 is not idiosyncrasy, in so far as there may be proved to be indeed an increase of the absolute beauty of all scenery in exact proportion to its mountainous character, providing that character be healthily mountainous. I do not mean to take the Col de Bon Homme as representative of hills, any more than I would take Romney Marsh as representative of plains; but putting Leicestershire or Staffordshire fairly beside Westmoreland, and Lombardy or Champagne fairly beside the Pays de Vaud or the Canton Berne, I find the increase in the calculable sum of elements of beauty to be steadily in proportion to the increase of mountainous character; and that the best image which the world can give of Paradise is in the slope of the meadows, orchards, and corn-fields on the sides of a great Alp, with its purple rocks and eternal snows above; this excellence not being in any wise a matter referable to feeling, or individual preferences, but demonstrable by calm enumeration of the number of lovely colors on the rocks, the varied grouping of the trees, and quantity of noble incidents in stream, crag, or cloud, presented to the eye at any given moment.
§ 3. I recognize that this is largely a personal preference; and that I shouldn't rely on my own feelings in this regard as a representation of the modern sense of landscapes; however, I know it isn't just a personal preference, since it can be shown that there is indeed an increase in the overall beauty of all scenery in direct proportion to its mountainous features, as long as those features are healthily mountainous. I don't intend to use the Col de Bon Homme as an example of hills, any more than I would use Romney Marsh as an example of plains; but when comparing Leicestershire or Staffordshire to Westmoreland, and Lombardy or Champagne to the Pays de Vaud or the Canton of Berne, I find that the increase in the identifiable elements of beauty consistently corresponds to the increase in mountainous characteristics. Furthermore, the most beautiful image of Paradise that the world can offer is the sloping meadows, orchards, and cornfields on the sides of a great Alp, with its purple rocks and eternal snows above; this excellence is not related to feelings or individual tastes but can be demonstrated by calmly counting the number of beautiful colors on the rocks, the variety in the arrangement of the trees, and the richness of inspiring features in streams, cliffs, or clouds that are visible at any moment.
§ 4. For consider, first, the difference produced in the whole tone of landscape color by the introductions of purple, violet, and deep ultramarine blue, which we owe to mountains. In an ordinary lowland landscape we have the blue of the sky; the green of grass, which I will suppose (and this is an unnecessary concession to the lowlands) entirely fresh and bright; the green of trees; and certain elements of purple, far more rich and beautiful than we generally should think, in their bark and shadows (bare hedges and thickets, or tops of trees, in subdued afternoon sunshine, are nearly perfect purple, and of an exquisite tone), as well as in ploughed fields, and dark ground in general. But among mountains, in addition to all this, large unbroken spaces of pure violet and purple are introduced in their distances; and even near, by films of cloud passing over the darkness of ravines or forests, blues are produced of the most subtle tenderness; these azures and purples107 passing into rose-color of 347 otherwise wholly unattainable delicacy among the upper summits, the blue of the sky being at the same time purer and deeper than in the plains. Nay, in some sense, a person who has never seen the rose-color of the rays of dawn crossing a blue mountain twelve or fifteen miles away, can hardly be said to know what tenderness in color means at all; bright tenderness he may, indeed, see in the sky or in a flower, but this grave tenderness of the far-away hill-purples he cannot conceive.
§ 4. First, let's think about how the whole tone of landscape color changes with the addition of purple, violet, and deep ultramarine blue, which we get from mountains. In a typical lowland landscape, we have the blue of the sky; the green of fresh and bright grass; the green of trees; and elements of purple that are much richer and more beautiful than we usually realize in their bark and shadows (bare hedges and thickets, or the tops of trees in soft afternoon sunlight, are nearly perfect purple, and of an exquisite tone), as well as in plowed fields and dark ground in general. But in the mountains, in addition to all this, there are large, uninterrupted areas of pure violet and purple in the distance; and even nearby, soft clouds passing over the dark ravines or forests create the subtlest blues; these blues and purples107 shifting into a delicate rose color of 347 a kind that is otherwise completely unattainable in the upper summits, with the blue of the sky being purer and deeper than in the plains. In fact, someone who has never seen the rose color of dawn light crossing a blue mountain twelve or fifteen miles away can hardly be said to understand what tenderness in color truly means; they might see bright tenderness in the sky or in a flower, but they cannot grasp the serious tenderness of the distant hill purples.
§ 5. Together with this great source of preeminence in mass of color, we have to estimate the influence of the finished inlaying and enamel-work of the color-jewellery on every stone; and that of the continual variety in species of flower; most of the mountain flowers being, besides, separately lovelier than the lowland ones. The wood hyacinth and wild rose are, indeed, the only supreme flowers that the lowlands can generally show; and the wild rose is also a mountaineer, and more fragrant in the hills, while the wood hyacinth, or grape hyacinth, at its best cannot match even the dark bell-gentian, leaving the light-blue star-gentian in its uncontested queenliness, and the Alpine rose and Highland heather wholly without similitude. The violet, lily of the valley, crocus, and wood anemone are, I suppose, claimable partly by the plains as well as the hills; but the large orange lily and narcissus I have never seen but on hill pastures, and the exquisite oxalis is preeminently a mountaineer.108
§ 5. Along with this amazing variety of colors, we need to consider the impact of the intricate inlaying and enamel work in color jewelry on each stone. There's also the constant variety in types of flowers; many mountain flowers are, in fact, generally more beautiful than those found in the lowlands. The wood hyacinth and wild rose are really the only top-tier flowers that the lowlands can typically present. However, the wild rose also grows in the mountains and has a stronger fragrance there, while the wood hyacinth, or grape hyacinth, at its peak can’t even compare to the dark bell gentian, with the light blue star gentian standing out in its unquestioned beauty, and the Alpine rose and Highland heather being totally unique. The violet, lily of the valley, crocus, and wood anemone can be found in both the plains and the hills, but I’ve only ever seen the large orange lily and narcissus in mountain pastures, and the delicate oxalis is definitely a mountain flower. 108
§ 6. To this supremacy in mosses and flowers we have next to add an inestimable gain in the continual presence and power of water. Neither in its clearness, its color, its fantasy of motion, its calmness of space, depth, and reflection, or its wrath, can water be conceived by a lowlander, out of sight of sea. A sea wave is far grander than any torrent—but of the sea and its influences we are not now speaking; and the sea itself, though 348 it can be clear, is never calm, among our shores, in the sense that a mountain lake can be calm. The sea seems only to pause; the mountain lake to sleep, and to dream. Out of sight of the ocean, a lowlander cannot be considered ever to have seen water at all. The mantling of the pools in the rock shadows, with the golden flakes of light sinking down through them like falling leaves, the ringing of the thin currents among the shallows, the flash and the cloud of the cascade, the earthquake and foam-fire of the cataract, the long lines of alternate mirror and mist that lull the imagery of the hills reversed in the blue of morning,—all these things belong to those hills as their undivided inheritance.
§ 6. Along with our dominance in mosses and flowers, we must also acknowledge an invaluable benefit from the constant presence and power of water. Those who live away from the sea cannot truly appreciate water, whether it’s its clarity, color, playful movement, tranquil depths, reflections, or fury. A wave from the ocean is much more majestic than any rushing stream—but that’s not our focus right now; and even though the ocean can be clear, it’s never calm along our shores in the same way that a mountain lake can be. The sea seems to just pause; the mountain lake seems to sleep and dream. If someone hasn’t seen the ocean, they can’t really say they’ve seen water at all. The way the pools in the rocky shadows are covered with golden rays of light dropping down like falling leaves, the sound of the gentle currents in the shallow areas, the sparkle and mist of the waterfall, the upheaval and foam of the rapids, the long stretches of alternating mirror and fog that soothe the imagery of the hills reflected in the morning blue—all these elements are a unique heritage of those hills.
§ 7. To this supremacy in wave and stream is joined a no less manifest preeminence in the character of trees. It is possible among plains, in the species of trees which properly belong to them, the poplars of Amiens, for instance, to obtain a serene simplicity of grace, which, as I said, is a better help to the study of gracefulness, as such, than any of the wilder groupings of the hills; so also, there are certain conditions of symmetrical luxuriance developed in the park and avenue, rarely rivalled in their way among mountains; and yet the mountain superiority in foliage is, on the whole, nearly as complete as it is in water; for exactly as there are some expressions in the broad reaches of a navigable lowland river, such as the Loire or Thames, not, in their way, to be matched among the rock rivers, and yet for all that a lowlander cannot be said to have truly seen the element of water at all; so even in his richest parks and avenues he cannot be said to have truly seen trees. For the resources of trees are not developed until they have difficulty to contend with; neither their tenderness of brotherly love and harmony, till they are forced to choose their ways of various life where there is contracted room for them, talking to each other with their restrained branches. The various action of trees rooting themselves in inhospitable rocks, stooping to look into ravines, hiding from the search of glacier winds, reaching forth to the rays of rare sunshine, crowding down together to drink at sweetest streams, climbing hand in hand among the difficult slopes, opening in sudden dances round the mossy knolls, gathering into companies at rest among the fragrant fields, gliding in 349 grave procession over the heavenward ridges,—nothing of this can be conceived among the unvexed and unvaried felicities of the lowland forest: while to all these direct sources of greater beauty are added, first the power of redundance,—the mere quantity of foliage visible in the folds and on the promontories of a single Alp being greater than that of an entire lowland landscape (unless a view from some cathedral tower); and to this charm of redundance, that of clearer visibility,—tree after tree being constantly shown in successive height, one behind another, instead of the mere tops and flanks of masses, as in the plains; and the forms of multitudes of them continually defined against the clear sky, near and above, or against white clouds entangled among their branches, instead of being confused in dimness of distance.
§ 7. This dominance in rivers and streams comes with a clear superiority in the character of trees as well. In flat areas, such as those with the poplars of Amiens, you can find a serene simplicity of grace that, as I mentioned, is more helpful for studying gracefulness than the wilder arrangements found in the hills. Similarly, there are certain instances of balanced abundance found in parks and avenues that are rarely matched in mountainous regions. Yet, the advantage mountains have in terms of foliage is nearly as significant as it is with water; just as you can find certain expressions in the broad stretches of navigable lowland rivers like the Loire or Thames that aren't matched among the rocky rivers, a lowlander can't claim to have truly experienced water. Likewise, even in the most opulent parks and avenues, someone can't say they've genuinely seen trees. The full potential of trees isn't revealed until they face challenges; their deep sense of brotherly love and harmony also emerges only when they're forced to navigate the limited space available, communicating through their restrained branches. The diverse actions of trees taking root in harsh rocks, bending to peer into ravines, hiding from glacier winds, stretching towards rare sunbeams, clustering together to drink from the sweetest streams, climbing together on steep slopes, suddenly breaking into dances around mossy knolls, gathering in groups to rest in fragrant fields, and moving in solemn lines across the skyward ridges—none of this can be imagined in the calm and uniform joys of lowland forests. To all these direct sources of greater beauty is added, firstly, the power of abundance—the sheer quantity of visible foliage on the slopes and peaks of a single Alpine peak surpassing that of an entire lowland landscape (unless viewed from the tower of a cathedral). And to this charm of abundance is added clearer visibility, where tree after tree is clearly displayed in rising heights, one behind another, instead of just the tops and sides of clusters, as in flatlands; and the shapes of countless trees are continually outlined against the clear sky, nearby and above, or against white clouds tangled in their branches, instead of getting lost in a haze of distance.
§ 8. Finally, to this supremacy in foliage we have to add the still less questionable supremacy in clouds. There is no effect of sky possible in the lowlands which may not in equal perfection be seen among the hills; but there are effects by tens of thousands, for ever invisible and inconceivable to the inhabitant of the plains, manifested among the hills in the course of one day. The mere power of familiarity with the clouds, of walking with them and above them, alters and renders clear our whole conception of the baseless architecture of the sky; and for the beauty of it, there is more in a single wreath of early cloud, pacing its way up an avenue of pines, or pausing among the points of their fringes, than in all the white heaps that fill the arched sky of the plains from one horizon to the other. And of the nobler cloud manifestations,—the breaking of their troublous seas against the crags, their black spray sparkling with lightning; or the going forth of the morning along their pavements of moving marble, level-laid between dome and dome of snow;—of these things there can be as little imagination or understanding in an inhabitant of the plains as of the scenery of another planet than his own.
§ 8. Lastly, we must acknowledge not just the clear dominance of foliage but also the even more undeniable dominance of clouds. There are no sky effects possible in the lowlands that can't be found just as perfectly among the hills; however, there are thousands upon thousands of effects that are forever unseen and unimaginable to those living on the plains, revealed among the hills in just one day. The simple experience of being around the clouds, of walking with them and above them, changes and clarifies our entire understanding of the sky's formless architecture; and for its beauty, there’s more in a single wreath of early clouds drifting up a pine-lined avenue or lingering among their tips than in all the white billows that fill the arched sky of the plains from one horizon to the other. And regarding the grander cloud displays—like the tumultuous seas breaking against the cliffs, their dark spray glistening with lightning, or the morning emerging along their shifting marble pathways lying between dome and dome of snow—these are things that a person from the plains can understand as little as they could comprehend the scenery of another planet.
§ 9. And, observe, all these superiorities are matters plainly measurable and calculable, not in any wise to be referred to estimate of sensation. Of the grandeur or expression of the hills I have not spoken; how far they are great, or strong, or terrible, I do not for the moment consider, because vastness, and 350 strength, and terror, are not to all minds subjects of desired contemplation. It may make no difference to some men whether a natural object be large or small, whether it be strong or feeble. But loveliness of color, perfectness of form, endlessness of change, wonderfulness of structure, are precious to all undiseased human minds; and the superiority of the mountains in all these things to the lowland is, I repeat, as measurable as the richness of a painted window matched with a white one, or the wealth of a museum compared with that of a simply furnished chamber. They seem to have been built for the human race, as at once their schools and cathedrals; full of treasures of illuminated manuscript for the scholar, kindly in simple lessons to the worker, quiet in pale cloisters for the thinker, glorious in holiness for the worshipper. And of these great cathedrals of the earth, with their gates of rock, pavements of cloud, choirs of stream and stone, altars of snow, and vaults of purple traversed by the continual stars,—of these, as we have seen, it was written, nor long ago, by one of the best of the poor human race for whom they were built, wondering in himself for whom their Creator could have made them, and thinking to have entirely discerned the Divine intent in them—"They are inhabited by the Beasts."
§ 9. And, note that all these superiorities can be clearly measured and calculated, and shouldn't be based on personal feelings. I haven’t talked about the greatness or beauty of the hills yet; I’m not considering how large, strong, or frightening they are at the moment because vastness, strength, and terror aren’t always desirable things for everyone to ponder. It might not matter to some people if a natural object is big or small, strong or weak. But the beauty of color, perfection of shape, limitless change, and amazing structure are valuable to all healthy human minds; and the mountains’ superiority in all these aspects compared to the lowlands is just as measurable as the richness of a stained glass window against a plain one, or the abundance of a museum versus that of a simply furnished room. They seem to have been created for humanity, serving as both schools and cathedrals; filled with treasures of illuminated manuscripts for scholars, kind in simple lessons for workers, quiet in pale cloisters for thinkers, and glorious in holiness for worshippers. Of these grand cathedrals of the earth, with their rocky gates, cloud pavements, streams and stones forming choirs, snow altars, and purple skies crossed by stars—of these, as we’ve noted, it was written not long ago by one of the best among the struggling human race for whom they were made, who wondered who their Creator could possibly have made them for, believing he had fully grasped the Divine purpose in them—"They are inhabited by the Beasts."
§ 10. Was it then indeed thus with us, and so lately? Had mankind offered no worship in their mountain churches? Was all that granite sculpture and floral painting done by the angels in vain?
§ 10. Was it really like that for us, and so recently? Had humanity stopped worshiping in their mountain churches? Was all that granite sculpture and floral painting made by the angels pointless?
Not so. It will need no prolonged thought to convince us that in the hills the purposes of their Maker have indeed been accomplished in such measure as, through the sin or folly of men, He ever permits them to be accomplished. It may not seem, from the general language held concerning them, or from any directly traceable results, that mountains have had serious influence on human intellect; but it will not, I think, be difficult to show that their occult influence has been both constant and essential to the progress of the race.
Not so. It won't take much thought to convince us that in the hills, the intentions of their Creator have indeed been fulfilled to the extent that He allows, despite human sin or folly. It may not seem, based on the general talk about them or any directly traceable outcomes, that mountains have seriously influenced human thinking; however, I believe it will be easy to demonstrate that their hidden influence has been both consistent and crucial to the progress of humanity.
§ 11. Consider, first, whether we can justly refuse to attribute to their mountain scenery some share in giving the Greeks and Italians their intellectual lead among the nations of Europe.
§ 11. First, let's consider whether we can honestly deny that their mountain scenery contributed to the intellectual advantage of the Greeks and Italians over other nations in Europe.
There is not a single spot of land in either of these countries from which mountains are not discernible; almost always they form the principal feature of the scenery. The mountain outlines seen from Sparta, Corinth, Athens, Rome, Florence, Pisa, Verona, are of consummate beauty; and whatever dislike or contempt may be traceable in the mind of the Greeks for mountain ruggedness, their placing the shrine of Apollo under the cliffs of Delphi, and his throne upon Parnassus, was a testimony to all succeeding time that they themselves attributed the best part of their intellectual inspiration to the power of the hills. Nor would it be difficult to show that every great writer of either of those nations, however little definite regard he might manifest for the landscape of his country, had been mentally formed and disciplined by it, so that even such enjoyment as Homer's of the ploughed ground and poplar groves owes its intensity and delicacy to the excitement of the imagination produced, without his own consciousness, by other and grander features of the scenery to which he had been accustomed from a child; and differs in every respect from the tranquil, vegetative, and prosaic affection with which the same ploughed land and poplars would be regarded by a native of the Netherlands.
There’s not a single piece of land in either of these countries where mountains aren't visible; they almost always dominate the landscape. The mountain silhouettes seen from Sparta, Corinth, Athens, Rome, Florence, Pisa, and Verona are incredibly beautiful; and whatever dislike or disdain the Greeks may have had for the ruggedness of mountains, their choice to place the shrine of Apollo under the cliffs of Delphi and his throne on Parnassus stands as a testament through the ages that they believed the best part of their intellectual inspiration came from the power of the hills. It wouldn't be hard to demonstrate that every great writer from these nations, no matter how little they may seem to appreciate their country’s landscape, was shaped and influenced by it. Even Homer’s deep enjoyment of the plowed fields and poplar groves owes its intensity and subtlety to the inspiration triggered—without his own awareness—by the more impressive features of the scenery he grew up with. This appreciation stands in stark contrast to the calm, mundane feelings a native of the Netherlands would have toward the same plowed fields and poplars.
The vague expression which I have just used—"intellectual lead," may be expanded into four great heads; lead in Religion, Art and Literature, War, and Social Economy.
The unclear term I've just used—"intellectual lead," can be broken down into four main categories: leadership in Religion, Art and Literature, War, and Social Economy.
§ 12. It will be right to examine our subject eventually under these four heads; but I shall limit myself, for the present, to some consideration of the first two, for a reason presently to be stated.
§ 12. It will be appropriate to look at our topic eventually under these four categories; however, I will restrict myself for now to considering the first two, for a reason that will be explained shortly.
I. We have before had occasion to note the peculiar awe with which mountains were regarded in the middle ages, as bearing continual witness against the frivolity or luxury of the world. 1st. Influence of mountains on religious temperament. Though the sense of this influence of theirs is perhaps more clearly expressed by the mediæval Christians than by any other sect of religionists, the influence itself has been constant in all time. Mountains have always possessed the power, first, of exciting religious enthusiasm; secondly, of purifying religious faith. These two operations are partly contrary to one another: for the faith of enthusiasm is apt to be impure, and the mountains, by exciting morbid 352 conditions of the imagination, have caused in great part the legendary and romantic forms of belief; on the other hand, by fostering simplicity of life and dignity of morals, they have purified by action what they falsified by imagination. But, even in their first and most dangerous influence, it is not the mountains that are to blame, but the human heart. While we mourn over the fictitious shape given to the religious visions of the anchorite, we may envy the sincerity and the depth of the emotion from which they spring: in the deep feeling, we have to acknowledge the solemn influences of the hills; but for the erring modes or forms of thought, it is human wilfulness, sin, and false teaching, that are answerable. We are not to deny the nobleness of the imagination because its direction is illegitimate, nor the pathos of the legend because its circumstances are groundless; the ardor and abstraction of the spiritual life are to be honored in themselves, though the one may be misguided and the other deceived; and the deserts of Osma, Assisi, and Monte Viso are still to be thanked for the zeal they gave, or guarded, whether we find it in St. Francis and St. Dominic, or in those whom God's hand hid from them in the clefts of the rocks.
I. We've previously noted the unique awe that mountains inspired during the Middle Ages, as they constantly bore witness against the frivolity and excess of the world. 1. The impact of mountains on religious beliefs. Although this influence is perhaps articulated more clearly by medieval Christians than by any other religious group, it has always been a consistent force throughout history. Mountains have always had the power to first spark religious enthusiasm; and secondly, to purify religious faith. These two effects can sometimes contradict each other: the faith born of enthusiasm can often be impure, and mountains, by stirring unhealthy imaginations, have significantly contributed to legendary and romantic beliefs. On the other hand, by promoting a simple life and strong morals, they have acted to purify what they’ve distorted in our imaginations. However, even in their most dangerous influence, the mountains aren’t to blame; it’s the human heart. While we may lament the fabricated nature of the anchorite's religious visions, we can also envy the sincerity and depth of the emotions from which they arise. In their profound feelings, we must acknowledge the solemn influences of the hills; but when it comes to misguided thoughts or beliefs, it is human willfulness, sin, and false teachings that are responsible. We shouldn't dismiss the nobility of our imagination just because its direction is illegitimate, nor should we disregard the pathos of a legend simply because its basis is unfounded. The passion and abstraction of the spiritual life deserve respect on their own merits, even if one is misguided and the other deceived. The deserts of Osma, Assisi, and Monte Viso should still be appreciated for the zeal they inspired or protected, whether it appears in St. Francis and St. Dominic, or in those hidden by God's hand in the rock crevices.
§ 13. And, in fact, much of the apparently harmful influence of hills on the religion of the world is nothing else than their general gift of exciting the poetical and inventive faculties, in peculiarly solemn tones of mind. Their terror leads into devotional casts of thought; their beauty and wildness prompt the invention at the same time; and where the mind is not gifted with stern reasoning powers, or protected by purity of teaching, it is sure to mingle the invention with its creed, and the vision with its prayer. Strictly speaking, we ought to consider the superstitions of the hills, universally, as a form of poetry; regretting only that men have not yet learned how to distinguish poetry from well-founded faith.
§ 13. In fact, a lot of the seemingly negative impact that hills have on the world's religions is really just their ability to stimulate poetic and creative thinking in particularly deep ways. Their awe inspires a sense of devotion; their beauty and wildness encourage creativity at the same time. And when a person's mind lacks strong reasoning skills or isn’t grounded in pure teachings, it tends to mix imaginative thoughts with its beliefs, and visions with its prayers. Technically, we should view the superstitions associated with hills as a type of poetry, lamenting only that people have not yet figured out how to separate poetry from genuine faith.
And if we do this, and enable ourselves thus to review, without carping or sneering, the shapes of solemn imagination which have arisen among the inhabitants of Europe, we shall find, on the one hand, the mountains of Greece and Italy forming all the loveliest dreams, first of the Pagan, then of the Christian mythology; on the other, those of Scandinavia to be the first sources of whatever mental (as well as military) power was 353 brought by the Normans into Southern Europe. Normandy itself is to all intents and purposes a hill country; composed, over large extents, of granite and basalt, often rugged and covered with heather on the summits, and traversed by beautiful and singular dells, at once soft and secluded, fruitful and wild. We have thus one branch of the Northern religious imagination rising among the Scandinavian fiords, tempered in France by various encounters with elements of Arabian, Italian, Provençal, or other Southern poetry, and then reacting upon Southern England; while other forms of the same rude religious imagination, resting like clouds upon the mountains of Scotland and Wales, met and mingled with the Norman Christianity, retaining even to the latest times some dark color of superstition, but giving all its poetical and military pathos to Scottish poetry, and a peculiar sternness and wildness of tone to the Reformed faith, in its manifestations among the Scottish hills.
And if we do this and allow ourselves to reflect, without criticizing or mocking, on the forms of serious imagination that have developed among the people of Europe, we will find, on one side, the mountains of Greece and Italy inspiring all the most beautiful dreams, first of Pagan mythology and then of Christian mythology; on the other side, the mountains of Scandinavia represent the primary sources of both mental and military strength that the Normans brought into Southern Europe. Normandy itself is basically a hilly region; it consists largely of granite and basalt, often rugged and covered with heather at the peaks, and is crossed by beautiful and unique valleys that are both gentle and secluded, fruitful and wild. Thus, one branch of Northern religious imagination emerges from the Scandinavian fjords, tempered in France through various interactions with elements of Arabian, Italian, Provençal, or other Southern poetry, and then influencing Southern England; while other forms of the same raw religious imagination, resting like clouds over the mountains of Scotland and Wales, mixed with Norman Christianity, still holding onto some elements of superstition even in the latest times, but imparting all its poetic and military emotion to Scottish poetry, and a distinctive sternness and wildness of tone to the Reformed faith as it appears among the Scottish hills.
§ 14. It is on less disputable ground that I may claim the reader's gratitude to the mountains, as having been the centres not only of imaginative energy, but of purity both in doctrine and practice. The enthusiasm of the persecuted Covenanter, and his variously modified claims to miraculous protection or prophetic inspiration, hold exactly the same relation to the smooth proprieties of lowland Protestantism, that the demon-combats, fastings, visions, and miracles of the mountain monk or anchorite hold to the wealth and worldliness of the Vatican. It might indeed happen, whether at Canterbury, Rheims, or Rome, that a good bishop should occasionally grasp the crozier; and a vast amount of prudent, educated, and admirable piety is to be found among the ranks of the lowland clergy. But still the large aspect of the matter is always, among Protestants, that formalism, respectability, orthodoxy, caution, and propriety, live by the slow stream that encircles the lowland abbey or cathedral; and that enthusiasm, poverty, vital faith, and audacity of conduct, characterize the pastor dwelling by the torrent side. In like manner, taking the large aspects of Romanism, we see that its worst corruptions, its cunning, its worldliness, and its permission of crime, are traceable for the most part to lowland prelacy; but its self-denials, its obediences, humilities, sincere claims to miraculous power, and faithful discharges of 354 pastoral duty, are traceable chiefly to its anchorites and mountain clergy.
§ 14. I can confidently express my gratitude to the mountains, as they serve as centers of imagination and purity in both belief and action. The passionate convictions of the persecuted Covenanter, along with his various claims to miraculous protection or divine inspiration, relate to the orderly conduct of lowland Protestantism much like the battles with demons, fasting, visions, and miracles of the mountain monk or hermit relate to the wealth and worldly focus of the Vatican. It’s possible that, whether in Canterbury, Rheims, or Rome, a good bishop might occasionally take hold of the crozier; and there is indeed a notable amount of thoughtful, educated, and admirable faith among the lowland clergy. However, the big picture among Protestants is that formalism, respectability, orthodoxy, caution, and propriety thrive along the gentle stream surrounding the lowland abbey or cathedral, while enthusiasm, poverty, genuine faith, and boldness are found in the pastor living by the rushing torrent. Similarly, when considering Roman Catholicism as a whole, we see that its most significant corruptions, cunning, worldliness, and toleration of wrongdoing largely stem from lowland church leadership; while its self-denials, obedience, humility, earnest claims to miraculous power, and sincere commitments to pastoral duties mainly come from its hermits and mountain clergy.
§ 15. It is true that the "Lady Poverty" of St. Francis may share the influence of the hills in the formation of character; and that, since the clergy who have little interest at court or conclave are those who in general will be driven to undertake the hill services, we must often attribute to enforced simplicity of life, or natural bitterness of feeling, some of the tones of thought which we might otherwise have ascribed to the influence of mountain scenery. Such causes, however, affect the lowland as much as the highland religious character in all districts far from cities; but they do not produce the same effects. The curate or hermit of the field and fen, however simple his life, or painful his lodging, does not often attain the spirit of the hill pastor or recluse: we may find in him a decent virtue or a contented ignorance, rarely the prophetic vision or the martyr's passion. Among the fair arable lands of England and Belgium extends an orthodox Protestantism or Catholicism; prosperous, creditable, and drowsy; but it is among the purple moors of the highland border, the ravines of Mont Genèvre, and the crags of the Tyrol, that we shall find the simplest Evangelical faith, and the purest Romanist practice.
§ 15. It's true that the "Lady Poverty" of St. Francis might influence character through the hills; and since the clergy with little interest in the court or gatherings are generally those who take on the hill services, we often have to attribute some of their thoughts to a forced simplicity of life or a natural bitterness, rather than just the influence of mountain scenery. However, these factors impact the religious character in lowland areas just as much as in highland areas far from cities, but they don’t produce the same results. The curate or hermit in the fields and swamps, no matter how simple his life or uncomfortable his lodging, doesn’t often reach the spiritual depth found in the hill pastor or recluse: he may show decent virtue or contented ignorance, but rarely the prophetic insight or martyr's fervor. Across the fertile lands of England and Belgium exists a conventional Protestantism or Catholicism; it’s prosperous, respectable, and sleepy. However, it’s in the purple moors of the highland border, the ravines of Mont Genèvre, and the crags of the Tyrol where we find the simplest Evangelical faith and the purest Roman Catholic practice.
§ 16. Of course the inquiry into this branch of the hill influence is partly complicated with that into its operation on domestic habits and personal character, of which hereafter: but there is one curious witness borne to the general truth of the foregone conclusions, by an apparently slight, yet very significant circumstance in art. We have seen, in the preceding volume, how difficult it was sometimes to distinguish between honest painters, who truly chose to paint sacred subjects because they loved them, and the affected painters, who took sacred subjects for their own pride's sake, or for merely artistical delight. Amongst other means of arriving at a conclusion in this matter, there is one helpful test which may be applied to their various works, almost as easily and certainly as a foot-rule could be used to measure their size; and which remains an available test down to the date of the rise of the Claudesque landscape schools. Nearly all the genuine religious painters use steep mountain distances. All the merely artistical ones, or those of intermediate 355 temper, in proportion as they lose the religious element, use flat or simply architectural distances. Of course the law is liable to many exceptions, chiefly dependent on the place of birth and early associations of painters; but its force is, I think, strongly shown in this;—that, though the Flemish painters never showed any disposition to paint, for its own sake, other scenery than of their own land (compare Vol. III. Chap. XIII. § 20), the sincerely religious ones continually used Alpine distances, bright with snow. In like manner Giotto, Perugino, Angelico, the young Raphael, and John Bellini, always, if, with any fitness to their subject, they can introduce them, use craggy or blue mountain distances, and this with definite expression of love towards them; Leonardo, conventionally, as feeling they were necessary for his sacred subjects, while yet his science and idealism had destroyed his mountain sincerity; Michael Angelo, wholly an artist, and Raphael in later years, show no love of mountains whatever, while the relative depths of feeling in Tintoret, Titian, and Veronese, are precisely measurable by their affection to mountains. Tintoret, though born in Venice, yet, because capable of the greatest reaches of feeling, is the first of the old painters who ever drew mountain detail rightly:109 Titian, though born in Cadore, and recurring to it constantly, yet being more worldly-minded, uses his hills somewhat more conventionally, though, still in his most deeply felt pictures, such as the St. Jerome, in the Brera, giving to the rocks and forests a consummate nobleness; and Veronese, in his gay grasp of the outside aspects of the world, contentedly includes his philosophy within porticos and pillars, or at the best overshadows it with a few sprays of laurel.
§ 16. The investigation into this aspect of the hill’s influence is somewhat mixed up with its effects on everyday habits and personal character, which we will explore later. However, there's an interesting clue that supports the general ideas we've discussed, revealed by a seemingly minor but very telling detail in art. As we noted in the previous volume, it was sometimes hard to tell the difference between genuine painters who chose sacred themes because they truly loved them, and pretentious painters who selected these themes out of pride or purely for artistic enjoyment. One useful way to determine this distinction in their various works is almost as straightforward and reliable as using a ruler to measure their size, and this test continues to apply up until the rise of the Claudesque landscape schools. Almost all genuine religious painters utilize steep mountain backgrounds. In contrast, those who are merely focused on art, or those with more mixed intentions, tend to adopt flat or purely architectural backgrounds as they step away from the religious aspect. Naturally, this rule has many exceptions, largely influenced by the painters' places of birth and early experiences; however, it’s quite evident here—though Flemish painters never showed any inclination to paint, for its own sake, anything other than their own scenery (see Vol. III. Chap. XIII. § 20), the truly devout ones consistently depicted Alpine vistas, bright with snow. Similarly, Giotto, Perugino, Angelico, young Raphael, and John Bellini always include rugged or blue mountain backgrounds when it suits their subject matter, expressing a clear affection for them; Leonardo, in a conventional way, feels they are essential for his sacred themes, even though his scientific approach and idealism have compromised his genuine connection to mountains; Michelangelo, who is entirely an artist, and Raphael in his later years, show no love for mountains whatsoever, while the emotional depth of Tintoret, Titian, and Veronese can be accurately gauged by their feelings toward mountains. Tintoret, although born in Venice, is the first of the old painters to accurately depict mountain details because he possesses the greatest capacity for emotion. Titian, born in Cadore and often returning to it, is more worldly in his approach and utilizes his hills in a more conventional manner; yet, in his most deeply felt works, such as the St. Jerome in the Brera, he infuses a noble quality into the rocks and forests. Veronese, with his vibrant understanding of the world's outer aspects, happily incorporates his philosophy within colonnades and pillars, or at best, lightly decorates it with a few sprays of laurel.
§ 17. The test fails, however, utterly, when applied to the later or transitional landscape schools, mountains being there introduced in mere wanton savageness by Salvator, or vague conventionalism by Claude, Berghem, and hundreds more. This need not, however, in the least invalidate our general conclusions: we surely know already that it is possible to misuse the best gifts, and pervert the purest feelings; nor need we doubt the real purpose, or, on honest hearts, the real effect, of mountains, 356 because various institutions have been founded among them by the banditti of Calabria, as well as by St. Bruno.
§ 17. The test completely fails when applied to the later or transitional landscape schools, where mountains are introduced with sheer wildness by Salvator or vague conventionality by Claude, Berghem, and many others. This doesn't invalidate our overall conclusions in any way: we already know it's possible to misuse the best talents and distort the purest emotions; nor should we doubt the true purpose, or the genuine impact, of mountains, 356 simply because various institutions have been established among them by the bandits of Calabria as well as by St. Bruno.
§ 18. I cannot leave this part of my subject without recording a slight incident which happened to myself, singularly illustrative of the religious character of the Alpine peasant when under favorable circumstances of teaching. I was coming down one evening from the Rochers de Naye, above Montreux, having been at work among the limestone rocks, where I could get no water, and both weary and thirsty. Coming to a spring at a turn of the path, conducted, as usual, by the herdsmen into a hollowed pine-trunk I stooped to it and drank deeply: as I raised my head, drawing breath heavily, some one behind me said, "Celui qui boira de cette eau-ci, aura encore soif." I turned, not understanding for the moment what was meant; and saw one of the hill-peasants, probably returning to his châlet from the market-place at Vevay or Villeneuve. As I looked at him with an uncomprehending expression, he went on with the verse:—"Mais celui qui boira de l'eau que je lui donnerai, n'aura jamais soif."
§ 18. I can't move on from this part of my topic without sharing a small incident that happened to me, which perfectly illustrates the religious nature of the Alpine peasant when given the right teaching. One evening, I was coming down from the Rochers de Naye, above Montreux, after working among the limestone rocks where I couldn't find any water, and I was both tired and thirsty. When I reached a spring at a bend in the path, typically directed there by the herdsmen into a hollowed-out tree trunk, I bent down and drank deeply. As I lifted my head, breathing heavily, someone behind me said, "Whoever drinks from this water will be thirsty again." I turned around, not immediately understanding what he meant, and saw one of the hill peasants, probably on his way back to his châlet from the marketplace in Vevay or Villeneuve. As I looked at him with a confused expression, he continued with the verse:—"But whoever drinks the water I give him will never be thirsty."
I doubt if this would have been thought of, or said, by even the most intelligent lowland peasant. The thought might have occurred to him, but the frankness of address, and expectation of being at once understood without a word of preparative explanation, as if the language of the Bible were familiar to all men, mark, I think, the mountaineer.
I doubt that even the smartest lowland peasant would have thought of or said this. The idea might have crossed his mind, but the straightforward way of speaking and the assumption that he would be instantly understood without any prior explanation, as if the language of the Bible were known to everyone, are, I believe, characteristics of the mountaineer.
§ 19. We were next to examine the influence of hills on the artistical power of the human race. Which power, so far as it depends on the imagination, must evidently be fostered by the 2nd. Influence of mountain on artistical power. same influences which give vitality to religious vision. But, so far as artistical productiveness and skill are concerned, it is evident that the mountaineer is at a radical and insurmountable disadvantage. The strength of his character depends upon the absence of luxury; but it is eminently by luxury that art is supported. We are not, therefore, to deny the mountain influence, because we do not find finished frescoes on the timbers of châlets or delicate bas-reliefs on the bastion which protects the mountain church from the avalanche; but to consider how far the tone of mind shown by the artists laboring in the lowland is dependent for its 357 intensity on the distant influences of the hills, whether during the childhood of those born among them, or under the casual contemplation of men advanced in life.
§ 19. Next, we looked at how hills affect the artistic abilities of humans. This ability, especially regarding imagination, is clearly nurtured by the same influences that energize religious vision. However, when it comes to artistic productivity and skill, it's clear that those living in the mountains face a fundamental and insurmountable disadvantage. The strength of their character comes from a lack of luxury, but art thrives on luxury. Therefore, we shouldn’t dismiss the impact of mountains just because we don’t see intricate frescoes on the timbers of chalets or delicate bas-reliefs on the bastion that protects the mountain church from avalanches. Instead, we should consider how much the mindset of artists working in the lowlands relies on the far-off inspirations of the hills, whether during the childhood of those born among them or from the casual reflections of older individuals.
§ 20. Glancing broadly over the strength of the mediæval—that is to say, of the peculiar and energetic—art of Europe, so as to discern, through the clear flowing of its waves over France, Italy, and England, the places in the pool where the fountain-heads are, and where the sand dances, I should first point to Normandy and Tuscany. From the cathedral of Pisa, and the sculpture of the Pisans, the course is straight to Giotto, Angelico, and Raphael,—to Orcagna and Michael Angelo;—the Venetian school, in many respects mightier, being, nevertheless, subsequent and derivative. From the cathedrals of Caen and Coutances the course is straight to the Gothic of Chartres and Notre Dame of Paris, and thence forward to all French and English noble art, whether ecclesiastical or domestic. Now the mountain scenery about Pisa is precisely the most beautiful that surrounds any great Italian city, owing to the wonderful outlines of the peaks of Carrara. Milan and Verona have indeed fine ranges in sight, but rising farther in the distance, and therefore not so directly affecting the popular mind. The Norman imagination, as already noticed, is Scandinavian in origin, and fostered by the lovely granite scenery of Normandy itself. But there is, nevertheless, this great difference between French art and Italian, that the French paused strangely at a certain point, as the Norman hills are truncated at the summits, while the Italian rose steadily to a vertex, as the Carrara hills to their crests. Let us observe this a little more in detail.
§ 20. Taking a broad look at the strength of medieval—meaning unique and dynamic—art in Europe, we can see the flow of its influence across France, Italy, and England, identifying the origins and the places where creativity thrives. I would first highlight Normandy and Tuscany. From the cathedral in Pisa and the sculptures by the Pisans, the path leads directly to Giotto, Angelico, and Raphael—to Orcagna and Michelangelo; the Venetian school, while being stronger in many ways, comes later as a derivative. From the cathedrals in Caen and Coutances, the journey goes straight to the Gothic styles of Chartres and Notre Dame in Paris, and from there to all the great art of France and England, whether religious or domestic. The mountainous scenery near Pisa is, in fact, the most stunning surrounding any major Italian city, thanks to the incredible outlines of the Carrara peaks. Milan and Verona do have beautiful ranges, but they are farther away and don't impact the public's imagination as strongly. The Norman imagination, as mentioned before, has Scandinavian roots and is nurtured by the beautiful granite landscape of Normandy itself. However, there is a significant difference between French and Italian art: the French strangely halted at a certain point, much like the Norman hills that are flat at the top, while the Italian steadily rose to a peak, similar to how the Carrara hills reach their summits. Let’s examine this in a bit more detail.
§ 21. The sculpture of the Pisans was taken up and carried into various perfection by the Lucchese, Pistojans, Sienese, and Florentines. All these are inhabitants of truly mountain cities, Florence being as completely among the hills as Inspruck is, only the hills have softer outlines. Those around Pistoja and Lucca are in a high degree majestic. Giotto was born and bred among these hills. Angelico lived upon their slope. The mountain towns of Perugia and Urbino furnish the only important branches of correlative art; for Leonardo, however individually great, originated no new school; he only carried the executive delicacy of landscape detail so far beyond other painters 358 as to necessitate my naming the fifteenth-century manner of landscape after him, though he did not invent it; and although the school of Milan is distinguished by several peculiarities, and definitely enough separable from the other schools of Italy, all its peculiarities are mannerisms, not inventions.
§ 21. The sculpture of the Pisans was adopted and perfected by the Lucchese, Pistojans, Sienese, and Florentines. All of these are residents of truly mountainous cities, with Florence nestled among the hills just like Innsbruck, although its hills are softer in shape. The ones around Pistoja and Lucca are quite majestic. Giotto was born and raised among these hills. Angelico lived on their slopes. The mountain towns of Perugia and Urbino provide the only significant branches of related art; for although Leonardo was individually exceptional, he did not establish a new school. He simply took the finesse of landscape details further than any other painter of his time, which is why I refer to the fifteenth-century style of landscape as being after him, even though he didn't create it; and while the Milanese school has several distinctive features that clearly set it apart from the other schools in Italy, all its distinctions are mannerisms, not original inventions. 358
Correggio, indeed, created a new school, though he himself is almost its only master. I have given in the preceding volume the mountain outline seen from Parma. But the only entirely great group of painters after the Tuscans are the Venetians, and they are headed by Titian and Tintoret, on whom we have noticed the influence of hills already; and although we cannot trace it in Paul Veronese, I will not quit the mountain claim upon him; for I believe all that gay and gladdening strength of his was fed by the breezes of the hills of Garda, and brightened by the swift glancing of the waves of the Adige.110
Correggio definitely started a new movement, although he is almost its only key figure. I shared in the previous volume the view of the mountains seen from Parma. However, the only truly great group of painters after the Tuscans are the Venetians, led by Titian and Tintoretto, who we've already noted were influenced by the mountains; and while we can't clearly see that influence in Paul Veronese, I won't dismiss the mountain connection with him. I believe all that vibrant and uplifting energy in his work came from the breezes of the hills of Garda and was brightened by the quick reflections of the waves of the Adige.110
§ 22. Observe, however, before going farther, of all the painters we have named, the one who obtains most executive perfection is Leonardo, who on the whole lived at the greatest distance from the hills. The two who have most feeling are Giotto and Angelico, both hill-bred. And generally, I believe, we shall find that the hill country gives its inventive depths of feeling to art, as in the work of Orcagna, Perugino, and Angelico, and the plain country executive neatness. The executive precision is joined with feeling in Leonardo, who saw the Alps in the distance; it is totally unaccompanied by feeling in the pure Dutch schools, or schools of the dead flats.
§ 22. However, before we continue, among all the painters we've mentioned, the one who exhibits the highest level of technical perfection is Leonardo, who, overall, stayed farthest from the hills. The two who convey the most emotion are Giotto and Angelico, both of whom came from the hills. Generally, I believe we will find that hilly regions provide a rich depth of feeling to art, as seen in the works of Orcagna, Perugino, and Angelico, while flatter regions lend a neatness to execution. Leonardo combines technical precision with feeling, having seen the Alps in the distance; in contrast, the pure Dutch schools, or schools from completely flat areas, display precision devoid of emotion.
§ 23. I do not know if any writer on art, or on the development of national mind, has given his attention to what seems to me one of the most singular phenomena in the history of Europe,—the pause of the English and French in pictorial art after the fourteenth century. From the days of Henry III. to those of Elizabeth, and of Louis IX. to those of Louis XIV., the general intellect of the two nations was steadily on the increase. But their art intellect was as steadily retrograde. The only art work that France and England have done nobly is that which is centralized by the Cathedral of Lincoln, and the Sainte Chapelle. 359 We had at that time (we—French and English—but the French first) the incontestable lead among European nations; no thirteenth-century work in Italy is comparable for majesty of conception, or wealth of imaginative detail, to the cathedrals of Chartres, Rheims, Rouen, Amiens, Lincoln, Peterborough, Wells, or Lichfield. But every hour of the fourteenth century saw French and English art in precipitate decline, Italian in steady ascent; and by the time that painting and sculpture had developed themselves in an approximated perfection, in the work of Ghirlandajo and Mino of Fésole, we had in France and England no workman, in any art, deserving a workman's name; nothing but skilful masons, with more or less love of the picturesque, and redundance of undisciplined imagination, flaming itself away in wild and rich traceries, and crowded bosses of grotesque figure sculpture, and expiring at last in barbarous imitation of the perfected skill and erring choice of Renaissance Italy. Painting could not decline, for it had not reached any eminence; the exquisite arts of illumination and glass design had led to no effective results in other materials; they themselves, incapable of any higher perfection than they had reached in the thirteenth century, perished in the vain endeavor to emulate pictorial excellence, bad drawing being substituted, in books, for lovely writing, and opaque precision, in glass, for transparent power; nor in any single department of exertion did artists arise of such calibre or class as any of the great Italians; and yet all the while, in literature, we were gradually and steadily advancing in power up to the time of Shakespere; the Italians, on the contrary, not advancing after the time of Dante.
§ 23. I’m not sure if any writer on art or the evolution of national identity has focused on what seems to me to be one of the most unusual phenomena in European history— the halt of English and French pictorial art after the fourteenth century. From the era of Henry III to that of Elizabeth, and from Louis IX to Louis XIV, the general intellect of both nations was consistently rising. However, their artistic intellect was consistently declining. The only significant artworks that France and England produced are represented by the Cathedral of Lincoln and the Sainte Chapelle. 359 At that time (we—French and English—but the French first) held an undeniable lead among European nations; no thirteenth-century works in Italy compare to the grandeur and rich imaginative details of the cathedrals of Chartres, Rheims, Rouen, Amiens, Lincoln, Peterborough, Wells, or Lichfield. Yet, every moment of the fourteenth century saw French and English art in rapid decline, while Italian art steadily rose; and by the time painting and sculpture advanced to a near perfection in the works of Ghirlandajo and Mino of Fésole, France and England had no craftsmen in any art who deserved the title; only skilled masons, with varying degrees of appreciation for the picturesque, and an overflow of unrestrained imagination, manifested in wild and intricate tracery and crowded, grotesque figure sculptures, which ultimately faded into a crude imitation of the refined skills and misjudged choices of Renaissance Italy. Painting couldn’t decline because it hadn’t reached any high point; the refined arts of illumination and glass design hadn't led to effective results in other materials; they themselves, unable to achieve any greater perfection than they had in the thirteenth century, disappeared in a futile attempt to emulate pictorial excellence, with poor drawing replacing beautiful writing in books, and opaque precision in glass replacing transparent power; and in no single area of endeavor did artists of such caliber or class arise as from the great Italians; yet meanwhile, in literature, we were gradually and steadily advancing in power up until the time of Shakespeare; the Italians, on the other hand, did not progress after Dante.
§ 24. Of course I have no space here to pursue a question such as this; but I may state my belief that one of the conditions involved in it was the mountain influence of Italian scenery, inducing a disposition to such indolent or enthusiastic reverie, as could only express itself in the visions of art; while the comparatively flat scenery and severer climate of England and France, fostering less enthusiasm, and urging to more exertion, brought about a practical and rational temperament, progressive in policy, science, and literature, but wholly retrograde in art; that is to say (for great art may be properly so defined), in the Art of Dreaming.
§ 24. Of course, I don't have the space to explore a question like this; however, I can share my belief that one of the factors involved was the inspiring impact of Italian landscapes, which encouraged a tendency for either lazy or passionate daydreaming that could only manifest in artistic visions. In contrast, the relatively flat landscapes and harsher climate of England and France promoted less enthusiasm and pushed for more effort, leading to a practical and rational mindset that advanced in policy, science, and literature, but was completely backward in art; that is to say (since great art can be defined this way), in the Art of Dreaming.
§ 25. III. In admitting this, we seem to involve the supposition that mountain influence is either unfavorable or inessential to literary power; but for this also the mountain influence 3rd. Influence of mountains on literary power. is still necessary, only in a subordinate degree. It is true, indeed, that the Avon is no mountain torrent, and that the hills round the vale of Stratford are not sublime; true, moreover, that the cantons Berne or Uri have never yet, so far as I know, produced a great poet; but neither, on the other hand, has Antwerp or Amsterdam. And, I believe, the natural scenery which will be found, on the whole, productive of most literary intellect is that mingled of hill and plain, as all available light is of flame and darkness; the flame being the active element, and the darkness the tempering one.
§ 25. III. By acknowledging this, it seems we suggest that the impact of mountains is either harmful or unimportant to literary talent; however, this mountain influence 3rd. The impact of mountains on literary creativity. is still necessary, just to a lesser extent. It’s true that the Avon isn't a mountain river and that the hills around the Stratford valley are not grand; it’s also true that the regions of Berne or Uri have yet to produce a great poet, as far as I know; but neither has Antwerp or Amsterdam, for that matter. I believe that the natural landscape that tends to generate the most literary intellect is a mix of hills and plains, just as all available light is composed of flame and darkness; with flame being the active element and darkness providing balance.
§ 26. In noting such evidence as bears upon this subject, the reader must always remember that the mountains are at an unfair disadvantage, in being much out of the way of the masses of men employed in intellectual pursuits. The position of a city is dictated by military necessity or commercial convenience; it rises, flourishes, and absorbs into its activity whatever leading intellect is in the surrounding population. The persons who are able and desirous to give their children education naturally resort to it; the best schools, the best society, and the strongest motives assist and excite those born within its walls; and youth after youth rises to distinction out of its streets, while among the blue mountains, twenty miles away, the goatherds live and die in unregarded lowliness. And yet this is no proof that the mountains have little effect upon the mind, or that the streets have a helpful one. The men who are formed by the schools, and polished by the society of the capital, may yet in many ways have their powers shortened by the absence of natural scenery; and the mountaineer, neglected, ignorant, and unambitious, may have been taught things by the clouds and streams which he could not have learned in a college, or a coterie.
§ 26. While considering the evidence on this topic, the reader should keep in mind that the mountains are at a significant disadvantage, being much out of the way of the large groups of people engaged in intellectual activities. The location of a city is determined by military needs or business interests; it grows, thrives, and incorporates whatever prominent intellect exists in the surrounding population. Those who can and want to provide their children with an education naturally turn to it; the best schools, the finest social circles, and the strongest incentives encourage and uplift those born within its borders; and generation after generation emerges to prominence from its streets, while among the blue mountains, just twenty miles away, the goatherds live and die in overlooked obscurity. However, this doesn’t mean that the mountains have little influence on the mind, or that the streets provide a beneficial one. The individuals shaped by the schools and refined by the social life of the capital may, in various ways, have their capabilities limited by the lack of natural landscapes; meanwhile, the mountaineer, forgotten, uneducated, and lacking ambition, may have absorbed lessons from the clouds and streams that he couldn’t have acquired in a college or a social group.
§ 27. And in reasoning about the effect of mountains we are therefore under a difficulty like that which would occur to us if we had to determine the good or bad effect of light on the human constitution, in some place where all corporal exercise was necessarily in partial darkness, and only idle people lived in the light. The exercise might give an advantage to the occupants 361 of the gloom, but we should neither be justified in therefore denying the preciousness of light in general, nor the necessity to the workers of the few rays they possessed; and thus I suppose the hills around Stratford, and such glimpses as Shakespere had of sandstone and pines in Warwickshire, or of chalk cliffs in Kent, to have been essential to the development of his genius. This supposition can only be proved false by the rising of a Shakespere at Rotterdam or Bergen-op-Zoom, which I think not probable; whereas, on the other hand, it is confirmed by myriads of collateral evidences. The matter could only be tested by placing for half a century the British universities at Keswick, and Beddgelert, and making Grenoble the capital of France; but if, throughout the history of Britain and France, we contrast the general invention and pathetic power, in ballads or legends, of the inhabitants of the Scottish Border with those manifested in Suffolk or Essex; and similarly the inventive power of Normandy, Provence, and the Bearnois with that of Champagne or Picardy, we shall obtain some convincing evidence respecting the operation of hills on the masses of mankind, and be disposed to admit, with less hesitation, that the apparent inconsistencies in the effect of scenery on greater minds proceed in each case from specialities of education, accident, and original temper, which it would be impossible to follow out in detail. Sometimes only, when the original resemblance in character of intellect is very marked in two individuals, and they are submitted to definitely contrary circumstances of education, an approximation to evidence may be obtained. Thus Bacon and Pascal appear to be men naturally very similar in their temper and powers of mind. One, born in York House, Strand, of courtly parents, educated in court atmosphere, and replying, almost as soon as he could speak, to the queen asking how old he was—"Two years younger than Your Majesty's happy reign!"—has the world's meanness and cunning engrafted into his intellect, and remains smooth, serene, unenthusiastic, and in some degree base, even with all his sincere devotion and universal wisdom; bearing, to the end of life, the likeness of a marble palace in the street of a great city, fairly furnished within, and bright in wall and battlement, yet noisome in places about the foundations. The other, born at 362 Clermont, in Auvergne, under the shadow of the Puy de Dôme, though taken to Paris at eight years old, retains for ever the impress of his birthplace; pursuing natural philosophy with the same zeal as Bacon, he returns to his own mountains to put himself under their tutelage, and by their help first discovers the great relations of the earth and the air: struck at last with mortal disease; gloomy, enthusiastic, and superstitious, with a conscience burning like lava, and inflexible like iron, the clouds gather about the majesty of him, fold after fold; and, with his spirit buried in ashes, and rent by earthquake, yet fruitful of true thought and faithful affection, he stands like that mound of desolate scoria that crowns the hill ranges of his native land, with its sable summit far in heaven, and its foundations green with the ordered garden and the trellised vine.
§ 27. When we think about the impact of mountains, we face a challenge similar to figuring out whether light is good or bad for people in a place where all physical activity happens in partial darkness, and only lazy people enjoy the light. The people in the shadows might benefit from their situation, but that doesn't mean we should deny the value of light in general or the need for the few rays they have. I believe the hills around Stratford, and the glimpses of sandstone and pines in Warwickshire, or the chalk cliffs in Kent, were crucial to shaping Shakespeare's genius. This idea can only be proven wrong if a Shakespeare rises in Rotterdam or Bergen-op-Zoom, which seems unlikely; on the other hand, it's supported by countless pieces of evidence. The only way to truly test this would be to place British universities in Keswick and Beddgelert for fifty years and make Grenoble the capital of France. However, if we look back at the history of Britain and France, and compare the creative and emotional power shown in ballads or legends from the Scottish Border with those from Suffolk or Essex, and similarly from Normandy, Provence, and the Bearnois with Champagne or Picardy, we’ll find convincing evidence about how hills influence the general population. This leads us to accept, with less doubt, that the seeming inconsistencies in how scenery affects great minds stem from differences in education, circumstances, and innate temperament, which would be impossible to detail. Sometimes, only when two individuals have very similar intellectual traits, but are placed in completely opposite educational circumstances, can we find some evidence. For example, Bacon and Pascal seem to be naturally very similar in character and mental abilities. Bacon, born in York House, Strand, to courtly parents and raised in a royal environment, was quick to respond to the queen asking how old he was—"Two years younger than Your Majesty's happy reign!"—yet his intellect carries the pettiness and cunning of the world, leaving him smooth, serene, unenthusiastic, and somewhat base, despite his genuine devotion and broad wisdom. He remains, throughout his life, like a marble palace in the street of a great city, well-furnished inside and bright on the outside, but with foul areas around the foundations. Pascal, on the other hand, was born in Clermont, Auvergne, under the shadow of the Puy de Dôme. Even though he moved to Paris at eight, he forever bears the mark of his birthplace. Pursuing natural philosophy with the same passion as Bacon, he goes back to his mountains for guidance, and with their help, he first uncovers the major relationships between the earth and the air. In the end, stricken with a terminal illness, he becomes gloomy, enthusiastic, and superstitious, with a conscience as fiery as lava and as unyielding as iron; the clouds gather around him, layer after layer, and although his spirit is buried in ashes and shaken by turmoil, it remains filled with true thought and loyal affection. He stands like that mound of desolate scoria crowning the hill ranges of his homeland, its dark peak reaching far into the sky, with green foundations from the cultivated gardens and the trellised vines.
§ 28. When, however, our inquiry thus branches into the successive analysis of individual characters, it is time for us to leave it; noting only one or two points respecting Shakespere, whom, I doubt not, the reader was surprised to find left out of all our comparisons in the preceding volume. He seems to have been sent essentially to take universal and equal grasp of the human nature; and to have been removed, therefore, from all influences which could in the least warp or bias his thoughts. It was necessary that he should lean no way; that he should contemplate, with absolute equality of judgment, the life of the court, cloister, and tavern, and be able to sympathize so completely with all creatures as to deprive himself, together with his personal identity, even of his conscience, as he casts himself into their hearts. He must be able to enter into the soul of Falstaff or Shylock with no more sense of contempt or horror than Falstaff or Shylock themselves feel for or in themselves; otherwise his own conscience and indignation would make him unjust to them; he would turn aside from something, miss some good, or overlook some essential palliation. He must be utterly without anger, utterly without purpose; for if a man has any serious purpose in life, that which runs counter to it, or is foreign to it, will be looked at frowningly or carelessly by him. Shakespere was forbidden of Heaven to have any plans. To do any good or get any good, in the common sense of good, was not to be within his permitted range of work. Not, for him, the 363 founding of institutions, the preaching of doctrines, or the repression of abuses. Neither he, nor the sun, did on any morning that they rose together, receive charge from their Maker concerning such things. They were both of them to shine on the evil and good; both to behold unoffendedly all that was upon the earth, to burn unappalled upon the spears of kings, and undisdaining, upon the reeds of the river.
§ 28. However, when our analysis shifts to examining individual characters, it's time for us to move on, noting just a couple of points about Shakespeare, who I’m sure surprised the reader by being left out of all our comparisons in the previous volume. He seems to have been uniquely gifted to understand human nature universally and without bias, removed from any influences that could distort his thoughts. It was essential for him not to lean in any direction; he needed to examine the lives of the court, the monastery, and the tavern with complete impartiality and be able to empathize so fully with all beings that he would lose his own identity, even his conscience, as he immersed himself in their experiences. He had to connect with the soul of Falstaff or Shylock without feeling any contempt or horror, just as Falstaff or Shylock themselves felt about their situations; otherwise, his own conscience and indignation would make him unfair to them, causing him to ignore important aspects or miss out on something good. He must be entirely free from anger and without any intention; because if someone has a serious goal in life, anything contrary or unrelated will be regarded with disdain or indifference. Heaven prohibited Shakespeare from having any plans. To do any good or achieve any conventional sense of good was not within the scope of his work. For him, there was no founding of institutions, preaching of doctrines, or stopping of abuses. Neither he nor the sun received any instructions from their Creator on such matters when they rose together each morning. They were both meant to shine on both the evil and the good; they both were to witness everything on earth without offense, to burn unafraid upon the weapons of kings, and unbothered, upon the reeds by the river.
§ 29. Therefore, so far as nature had influence over the early training of this man, it was essential to his perfectness that the nature should be quiet. No mountain passions were to be allowed in him. Inflict upon him but one pang of the monastic conscience; cast upon him but one cloud of the mountain gloom; and his serenity had been gone for ever—his equity—his infinity. You would have made another Dante of him; and all that he would have ever uttered about poor, soiled, and frail humanity would have been the quarrel between Sinon and Adam of Brescia,—speedily retired from, as not worthy a man's hearing, nay, not to be heard without heavy fault. All your Falstaffs, Slenders, Quicklys, Sir Tobys, Lances, Touchstones, and Quinces would have been lost in that. Shakespere could be allowed no mountains; nay, not even any supreme natural beauty. He had to be left with his kingcups and clover;—pansies—the passing clouds—the Avon's flow—and the undulating hills and woods of Warwick; nay, he was not to love even these in any exceeding measure, lest it might make him in the least overrate their power upon the strong, full-fledged minds of men. He makes the quarrelling fairies concerned about them; poor lost Ophelia find some comfort in them; fearful, fair, wise-hearted Perdita trust the speaking of her good will and good hostess-ship to them; and one of the brothers of Imogen confide his sorrow to them,—rebuked instantly by his brother for "wench-like words;111" but any thought of them in his mighty 364 men I do not find: it is not usually in the nature of such men; and if he had loved the flowers the least better himself, he would assuredly have been offended at this, and given a botanical turn of mind to Cæsar, or Othello.
§ 29. So, as far as nature impacted the early development of this man, it was crucial for his perfection that his nature remained calm. No intense emotions were to be allowed in him. Just one moment of monastic guilt inflicted upon him; just one touch of dark mountain despair; and his peace would have been lost forever—his fairness—his boundlessness. You would have transformed him into another Dante; and all he would have ever said about poor, flawed, and fragile humanity would have been the dispute between Sinon and Adam of Brescia—quickly dismissed as unworthy of a man's attention, and definitely something not to be heard without great shame. All your Falstaffs, Slenders, Quicklys, Sir Tobys, Lances, Touchstones, and Quinces would have been overshadowed by that. Shakespeare could have no mountains; not even any outstanding natural beauty. He had to settle for his kingcups and clover—pansies—the fleeting clouds—the flow of the Avon—and the rolling hills and woods of Warwick; and he was not to love even these in an excessive way, lest it cause him to overestimate their impact on strong, well-rounded minds. He allows the feuding fairies to worry about them; poor lost Ophelia finds some solace in them; fearful, lovely, wise-hearted Perdita entrusts her goodwill and hospitality to them; and one of Imogen's brothers confides his sadness to them—immediately rebuked by his brother for "wench-like words;" but any deep thoughts about them from his powerful men are absent: it's not typically in the nature of such men; and had he cared for the flowers just a little more himself, he surely would have been offended by this and given a botanical mindset to Caesar or Othello.
§ 30. And it is even among the most curious proofs of the necessity to all high imagination that it should paint straight from the life, that he has not given such a turn of mind to some of his great men;—Henry the Fifth, for instance. Doubtless some of my readers, having been accustomed to hear it repeated thoughtlessly from mouth to mouth that Shakespere conceived the spirit of all ages, were as much offended as surprised at my saying that he only painted human nature as he saw it in his own time. They will find, if they look into his work closely, as much antiquarianism as they do geography, and no more. The commonly received notions about the things that had been, Shakespere took as he found them, animating them with pure human nature, of any time and all time; but inquiries into the minor detail of temporary feeling, he despised as utterly as he did maps; and wheresoever the temporary feeling was in anywise contrary to that of his own day, he errs frankly, and paints from his own time. For instance in this matter of love of flowers; we have traced already, far enough for our general purposes, the mediæval interest in them, whether to be enjoyed in the fields, or to be used for types of ornamentation in dress. If Shakespere had cared to enter into the spirit even of the early fifteenth century, he would assuredly have marked this affection in some of his knights, and indicated, even then, in heroic tempers, 365 the peculiar respect for loveliness of dress which we find constantly in Dante. But he could not do this; he had not seen it in real life. In his time dress had become an affectation and absurdity. Only fools, or wise men in their weak moments, showed much concern about it; and the facts of human nature which appeared to him general in the matter were the soldier's disdain, and the coxcomb's care of it. Hence Shakespere's good soldier is almost always in plain or battered armor; even the speech of Vernon in Henry the Fourth, which, as far as I remember, is the only one that bears fully upon the beauty of armor, leans more upon the spirit and hearts of men—"bated, like eagles having lately bathed;" and has an under-current of slight contempt running through the following line, "Glittering in golden coats, like images;" while the beauty of the young Harry is essentially the beauty of fiery and perfect youth, answering as much to the Greek, or Roman, or Elizabethan knight as to the mediæval one; whereas the definite interest in armor and dress is opposed by Shakespere in the French (meaning to depreciate them), to the English rude soldierliness:
§ 30. One of the most fascinating proofs of the necessity for high imagination to paint directly from life is that he has not given such a mindset to some of his great characters—Henry the Fifth, for example. Undoubtedly, some readers, used to hearing the claim that Shakespeare captured the essence of all ages, may be offended and surprised by my assertion that he only portrayed human nature as he experienced it in his own time. If they examine his work closely, they will find as much antiquarianism as geography, and no more. The commonly held beliefs about the past were approached by Shakespeare as he found them, infusing them with pure human nature that applies to any and all times. However, he dismissed inquiries into the specific details of temporary feelings as completely as he did maps; whenever the temporary feelings clashed with those of his own era, he frankly made mistakes and painted from his own time. For example, regarding the love for flowers, we have already traced the medieval interest in them, whether for enjoyment in the fields or as ornamental types in clothing. If Shakespeare had cared to capture the spirit of even the early fifteenth century, he would surely have depicted this affection in some of his knights, reflecting heroically the special respect for the beauty of dressing we frequently find in Dante. But he couldn't do that; he hadn't seen it in real life. By his time, clothing had turned into an affectation and absurdity. Only fools, or wise men in their weaker moments, were very concerned about it; and the human nature facts he perceived as general regarding it were the soldier's disdain and the fop's obsession. Thus, Shakespeare's good soldier is almost always in plain or worn armor; even Vernon's speech in Henry the Fourth—if I remember correctly, the only one that focuses fully on the beauty of armor—leans more on the spirit and hearts of men—"bated, like eagles having recently bathed;" and carries an undercurrent of slight contempt in the following line, "Glittering in golden coats, like images;" while the beauty of young Harry is fundamentally the beauty of fiery and perfect youth, resonating as much with the Greek, Roman, or Elizabethan knight as with the medieval one; whereas the specific interest in armor and clothing is contrasted by Shakespeare in the French (meant to belittle them) against the English raw soldierliness:
"Con. Tut, I have the best armor in the world. Would it were day!
Orl. You have an excellent armor, but let my horse have his due."
"Con. Come on, I have the best armor in the world. I wish it were daytime!
Orl. Your armor is impressive, but let my horse have what he deserves.
And again:
And again:
"My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars, or suns, upon it?"
"My lord constable, the armor I saw in your tent tonight, are those stars or suns on it?"
while Henry, half proud of his poorness of array, speaks of armorial splendor scornfully; the main idea being still of its being a gilded show and vanity—
while Henry, partly proud of his lack of fancy clothing, talks about heraldic splendor with disdain; the main idea still being that it's just a flashy display and vanity—
"Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirched."
"Our happiness and our glory are all tarnished."
This is essentially Elizabethan. The quarterings on a knight's shield, or the inlaying of his armor, would never have been thought of by him as mere "gayness or gilt" in earlier days.112 In like manner, throughout every scale of rank or feeling, from 366 that of the French knights down to Falstaff's "I looked he should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of satin, as I am true knight, and he sends me security!" care for dress is always considered by Shakespere as contemptible; and Mrs. Quickly distinguishes herself from a true fairy by her solicitude to scour the chairs of order—and "each fair instalment, coat, and several crest;" and the association in her mind of the flowers in the fairy rings with the
This is basically Elizabethan. A knight would never have seen the designs on his shield or the decoration of his armor as just "showiness" in earlier times.112 Similarly, across every level of status or sentiment, from the French knights down to Falstaff's "I thought he would have sent me twenty-two yards of satin, since I’m a true knight, and all he sends me is a guarantee!" concern for attire is always regarded by Shakespeare as pathetic; and Mrs. Quickly sets herself apart from a real fairy by her obsession with polishing the chairs of order—and "each lovely appointment, coat, and unique crest;" and the way she connects the flowers in the fairy rings with the
"Sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee;"
"Sapphire, pearl, and intricate embroidery,
Fastened below the noble knight's bent knee;"
while the true fairies, in field simplicity, are only anxious to "sweep the dust behind the door;" and
while the real fairies, in their plainness, just want to "sweep the dust behind the door;" and
"With this field dew consecrate,
Every several chamber bless
Through this palace with sweet peace."
"With this field dew blessed,
Every single room filled with tranquility
Throughout this palace with sweet peace."
Note the expression "Field dew consecrate." Shakespere loved courts and camps; but he felt that sacredness and peace were in the dew of the Fields only.
Note the expression "Field dew consecrate." Shakespeare loved courts and camps; but he felt that sacredness and peace were found only in the dew of the fields.
§ 31. There is another respect in which he was wholly incapable of entering into the spirit of the middle ages. He had no great art of any kind around him in his own country, and was, consequently, just as powerless to conceive the general influence of former art, as a man of the most inferior calibre. Therefore it was, that I did not care to quote his authority respecting the power of imitation, in the second chapter of the preceding volume. If it had been needful to add his testimony to that of Dante (given in § 5), I might have quoted multitudes of passages wholly concurring with that, of which the "fair Portia's counterfeit," with the following lines, and the implied ideal of sculpture in the Winter's Tale, are wholly unanswerable instances. But Shakespere's evidence in matters of art is as narrow as the range of Elizabethan art in England, and resolves itself wholly into admiration of two things,—mockery of life (as in this instance of Hermione as a statue), or absolute splendor, as in the close of Romeo and Juliet, where the notion of gold as the chief source of dignity of aspect, coming down to Shakespere from the times of the Field of the Cloth of Gold, and, as I said 367 before, strictly Elizabethan, would interfere seriously with the pathos of the whole passage, but for the sense of sacrifice implied in it:
§ 31. There's another way in which he couldn't grasp the essence of the Middle Ages. He didn't have any significant art around him in his own country, which made him just as unable to understand the broader influence of earlier art as someone of the lowest intellect. That’s why I didn't want to use his authority regarding the power of imitation in the second chapter of the previous volume. If I had needed to support Dante's testimony (given in § 5) with his, I could have quoted many passages completely agreeing with it, such as the "fair Portia's counterfeit," along with the following lines and the ideal of sculpture implied in the Winter's Tale, which are undeniable examples. However, Shakespeare's insights on art are as limited as the range of Elizabethan art in England, focusing entirely on admiration for two things: the mockery of life (as in the case of Hermione as a statue) or sheer splendor, like at the end of Romeo and Juliet, where the idea of gold as the main source of dignity, inherited from the times of the Field of the Cloth of Gold and, as I mentioned before, strictly Elizabethan, would seriously undermine the emotional weight of the entire passage, were it not for the implied sense of sacrifice:
"As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie
Poor sacrifices of our enmity."
"As rich will Romeo lie next to his lady
Poor victims of our hatred."
§ 32. And observe, I am not giving these examples as proof of any smallness in Shakespere, but of his greatness; that is to say, of his contentment, like every other great man who ever breathed, to paint nothing but what he saw; and therefore giving perpetual evidence that his sight was of the sixteenth, and not of the thirteenth century, beneath all the broad and eternal humanity of his imagination. How far in these modern days, emptied of splendor, it may be necessary for great men having certain sympathies for those earlier ages, to act in this differently from all their predecessors; and how far they may succeed in the resuscitation of the past by habitually dwelling in all their thoughts among vanished generations, are questions, of all practical and present ones concerning art, the most difficult to decide; for already in poetry several of our truest men have set themselves to this task, and have indeed put more vitality into the shadows of the dead than most others can give the presences of the living. Thus Longfellow, in the Golden Legend, has entered more closely into the temper of the Monk, for good and for evil, than ever yet theological writer or historian, though they may have given their life's labor to the analysis: and, again, Robert Browning is unerring in every sentence he writes of the Middle Ages; always vital, right, and profound; so that in the matter of art, with which we have been specially concerned, there is hardly a principle connected with the mediæval temper, that he has not struck upon in those seemingly careless and too rugged rhymes of his. There is a curious instance, by the way, in a short poem referring to this very subject of tomb and image sculpture; and illustrating just one of those phases of local human character which, though belonging to Shakespere's own age, he never noticed, because it was specially Italian and un-English; connected also closely with the influence of mountains on the heart, and therefore with our immediate inquiries. I mean the kind of admiration with which a southern artist regarded the stone he worked in; and the pride 368 which populace or priest took in the possession of precious mountain substance, worked into the pavements of their cathedrals, and the shafts of their tombs.
§ 32. And look, I’m not sharing these examples to suggest any shortcomings in Shakespeare, but to highlight his greatness; in other words, like every other significant figure who has ever lived, he was satisfied to represent only what he saw. This shows that his perspective was from the sixteenth century, not the thirteenth, despite the deep and timeless humanity in his imagination. In these modern times, stripped of grandeur, it may be necessary for influential people who resonate with those earlier times to approach things differently from their predecessors. It's also challenging to determine how successful they might be in bringing the past back to life by consistently reflecting on bygone generations. Some of our most genuine poets have already taken on this challenge, imbuing the shadows of the dead with more life than many can infuse into the living. For example, Longfellow, in the Golden Legend, captures the spirit of the Monk—both good and bad—more intimately than any theologian or historian could, even with a lifetime dedicated to analysis. Similarly, Robert Browning is spot on with every line he writes about the Middle Ages; always vibrant, accurate, and meaningful. When it comes to art, which is our main focus here, there’s hardly a principle related to the medieval mindset that he hasn’t touched on in those seemingly casual and rugged verses of his. There’s an interesting example in a short poem about tombs and image sculpture, highlighting a facet of local human character that Shakespeare, despite living in the same era, overlooked because it was distinctly Italian and not English. This relates closely to how mountains influence the heart, connecting directly to our current inquiries. I’m talking about the appreciation a southern artist had for the stone he worked with, and the pride that the local people or priests took in possessing valuable mountain materials, crafted into the floors of their cathedrals and the columns of their tombs.
§ 33. Observe, Shakespere, in the midst of architecture and tombs of wood, or freestone, or brass, naturally thinks of gold as the best enriching and ennobling substance for them;—in the midst also of the fever of the Renaissance he writes, as every one else did, in praise of precisely the most vicious master of that school—Giulio Romano; but the modern poet, living much in Italy, and quit of the Renaissance influence, is able fully to enter into the Italian feeling, and to see the evil of the Renaissance tendency, not because he is greater than Shakespere, but because he is in another element, and has seen other things. I miss fragments here and there not needed for my purpose in the passage quoted, without putting asterisks, for I weaken the poem enough by the omissions, without spoiling it also by breaks.
§ 33. Notice that Shakespeare, amidst the architecture and monuments made of wood, stone, or brass, naturally considers gold as the finest material to enrich and elevate them. In the fever of the Renaissance, he writes, like everyone else, in praise of the most unethical master of that era—Giulio Romano; however, the modern poet, who spends a lot of time in Italy and is free from the Renaissance influence, can truly understand the Italian sentiment and recognize the flaws of the Renaissance trend, not because he is superior to Shakespeare, but because he exists in a different context and has seen different things. I omit some fragments here and there that aren't necessary for my point in the quoted passage, avoiding asterisks, because I already weaken the poem enough with these omissions without ruining it with interruptions.
"The Bishop orders his tomb in St. Praxed's Church.
"The Bishop arranges for his burial in St. Praxed's Church."
"As here I lie
In this state chamber, dying by degrees,
Hours, and long hours, in the dead night, I ask,
Do I live—am I dead? Peace, peace, seems all;
St. Praxed's ever was the church for peace.
And so, about this tomb of mine. I fought
With tooth and nail to save my niche, ye know;
Old Gandolf113 cozened me, despite my care.
Shrewd was that snatch from out the corner south
He graced his carrion with.
Yet still my niche is not so cramped but thence
One sees the pulpit o' the epistle side,
And somewhat of the choir, those silent seats;
And up into the aery dome where live
The angels, and a sunbeam's sure to lurk.
And I shall fill my slab of basalt there,
And 'neath my tabernacle take my rest,
With those nine columns round me, two and two,
The odd one at my feet, where Anselm114 stands;
Peach-blossom marble all.
Swift as a weaver's shuttle fleet our years:
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Man goeth to the grave, and where is he?
Did I say basalt for my slab, sons? Black—
'Twas ever antique-black115 I meant! How else
Shall ye contrast my frieze to come beneath?
The bas-relief in bronze ye promised me,
Those Pans and Nymphs ye wot of, and perchance
Some tripod, thyrsus, with a vase or so,
The Saviour at his sermon on the mount,
St. Praxed in a glory, and one Pan,
And Moses with the tables ... but I know
Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee,
Child of my bowels, Anselm? Ah, ye hope
To revel down my villas while I gasp,
Bricked o'er with beggar's mouldy travertine,
Which Gandolf from his tomb-top chuckles at!
Nay, boys, ye love me—all of jasper, then!
There's plenty jasper somewhere in the world—
And have I not St. Praxed's ear to pray
Horses for ye, and brown Greek manuscripts.
That's if ye carve my epitaph aright,
Choice Latin, picked phrase, Tully's every word,
No gaudy ware like Gandolf's second line—
Tully, my masters? Ulpian serves his need."
"As I lay here
In this grand room, slowly dying,
Hours and hours pass in the dead of night, I wonder,
Am I alive—am I dead? It feels like peace, peace, all around;
St. Praxed's has always been the church of peace.
And so, around my tomb, I fought
With everything I had to save my spot, you know;
Old Gandolf113 tricked me, despite my vigilance.
That clever move from the corner south
He decorated his grave with.
Yet my spot isn’t so tight that I can’t see
The pulpit on the epistle side,
And part of the choir, those quiet seats;
And up into the airy dome where live
The angels, and a sunbeam is sure to be sneaking in.
And I’ll rest on my slab of basalt there,
And beneath my tabernacle take my rest,
With those nine columns around me, two by two,
The odd one at my feet, where Anselm114 stands;
All peach-blossom marble.
Quick as a weaver’s shuttle our years fly by:
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Man goes to the grave, and where is he?
Did I say basalt for my slab, sons? Black—
I meant antique-black115! How else
Will you contrast my frieze that’ll go underneath?
The bronze bas-relief you promised me,
Those Pans and Nymphs you know of, and maybe
Some tripod, thyrsus, with a vase or two,
The Savior during his sermon on the mount,
St. Praxed in glory, and one Pan,
And Moses with the tablets ... but I know
You’re not paying attention! What do they whisper to you,
Child of my heart, Anselm? Ah, you hope
To enjoy my villas while I struggle,
Bricked over with the beggar's moldy travertine,
Which Gandolf laughs at from his tomb!
No, boys, you love me—all of jasper, then!
There’s plenty of jasper somewhere out there—
And don’t I have St. Praxed’s ear to pray
For horses for you, and brown Greek manuscripts.
That’s if you carve my epitaph correctly,
Choice Latin, well-picked phrases, Tully’s every word,
No flashy stuff like Gandolf’s second line—
Tully, my masters? Ulpian meets his needs."
§ 34. I know no other piece of modern English, prose or poetry, in which there is so much told, as in these lines, of the Renaissance spirit,—its worldliness, inconsistency, pride, hypocrisy, ignorance of itself, love of art, of luxury, and of good Latin. It is nearly all that I said of the central Renaissance in thirty pages of the "Stones of Venice" put into as many lines, Browning's being also the antecedent work. The worst of it is that this kind of concentrated writing needs so much solution before the reader can fairly get the good of it, that people's patience fails them, and they give the thing up as insoluble; though, truly, it ought to be to the current of common thought like Saladin's talisman, dipped in clear water, not soluble altogether, but making the element medicinal.
§ 34. I don't know any other modern piece of English, whether prose or poetry, that captures so much about the Renaissance spirit—its materialism, contradictions, pride, hypocrisy, lack of self-awareness, passion for art, luxury, and an appreciation for good Latin—as these lines do. It’s almost everything I discussed about the central Renaissance in thirty pages of the "Stones of Venice," condensed into just as many lines, with Browning’s work being the earlier reference. The downside is that this type of concentrated writing requires so much effort to unpack before the reader can truly appreciate it that people often lose patience and give up, thinking it's too difficult to understand; yet, it should connect with common thought like Saladin's talisman, dipped in clear water—it's not completely dissolvable but makes the substance beneficial.
§ 35. It is interesting, by the way, with respect to this love of stones in the Italian mind, to consider the difference necessitated in the English temper merely by the general domestic use of wood instead of marble. In that old Shakesperian England, men must have rendered a grateful homage to their oak forests, in the sense of all that they owed to their goodly timbers in the wainscot and furniture of the rooms they loved best, when the blue of the frosty midnight was contrasted, in the dark diamonds of the lattice, with the glowing brown of the warm, fire-lighted, crimson-tapestried walls. Not less would an Italian look with a grateful regard on the hill summits, to which he owed, in the scorching of his summer noonday, escape into the marble corridor or crypt palpitating only with cold and smooth variegation of the unfevered mountain veins. In some sort, as, both in our stubbornness and our comfort, we not unfitly describe ourselves typically as Hearts of Oak, the Italians might in their strange and variegated mingling of passion, like purple color, with a cruel sternness, like white rock, truly describe themselves as Hearts of Stone.
§ 35. It’s interesting to note, regarding this love for stones in the Italian mindset, the difference that arises in the English temperament simply due to the general domestic preference for wood over marble. In the old Shakespearean England, people must have paid a heartfelt tribute to their oak forests, recognizing all they owed to the beautiful timber used in the paneling and furniture of the rooms they cherished, especially when the blue of the frosty midnight contrasted, in the dark diamonds of the windows, with the warm brown of the firelit crimson-tapestried walls. Similarly, an Italian would gaze with appreciation at the hilltops that offered them respite from the heat of summer noontime, leading them into the marble corridors or crypts that felt refreshing with the cold, smooth patterns of the untroubled mountain veins. In a way, while we characteristically define ourselves as Hearts of Oak, with our stubbornness and comfort, the Italians, in their unique and vibrant blend of passion, like purple, mixed with a harsh rigidity, like white rock, could accurately describe themselves as Hearts of Stone.
§ 36. Into this feeling about marble in domestic use, Shakespere, having seen it even in northern luxury, could partly enter, and marks it in several passages of his Italian plays. But if the reader still doubts his limitation to his own experience in all subjects of imagination, let him consider how the removal from mountain influence in his youth, so necessary for the perfection of his lower human sympathy, prevented him from ever rendering with any force the feelings of the mountain anchorite, or indicating in any of his monks the deep spirit of monasticism. Worldly cardinals or nuncios he can fathom to the uttermost; but where, in all his thoughts, do we find St. Francis, or Abbot Samson? The "Friar" of Shakespere's plays is almost the only stage conventionalism which he admitted; generally nothing more than a weak old man who lives in a cell, and has a rope about his waist.
§ 36. Shakespeare, having witnessed marble even in the luxury of the North, could somewhat connect with this sentiment about marble in domestic settings and reflects it in several parts of his Italian plays. But if the reader still questions his limitation to his own experiences in all matters of imagination, let them consider how his removal from mountain influences in his youth, which was essential for the development of his lower human empathy, prevented him from ever powerfully expressing the feelings of the mountain hermit or capturing the deep essence of monastic life in any of his monks. He can fully understand worldly cardinals and nuncios, but where in all his thoughts do we find St. Francis or Abbot Samson? The "Friar" in Shakespeare's plays is almost the only theatrical convention he allowed; generally, he's just a frail old man who lives in a cell and has a rope around his waist.
§ 37. While, finally, in such slight allusions as he makes to mountain scenery itself, it is very curious to observe the accurate limitation of his sympathies to such things as he had known in his youth; and his entire preference of human interest, and of courtly and kingly dignities to the nobleness of the 371 hills. This is most marked in Cymbeline, where the term "mountaineer" is, as with Dante, always one of reproach; and the noble birth of Arviragus and Guiderius is shown by their holding their mountain cave as
§ 37. It's interesting to see how, in the few mentions he makes of mountain scenery, his feelings are clearly limited to what he experienced in his youth. He clearly prefers human stories and royal status over the beauty of the hills. This is especially evident in Cymbeline, where the term "mountaineer" is always used negatively, similar to Dante’s perspective; and the noble lineage of Arviragus and Guiderius is indicated by their possession of their mountain cave as
"A cell of ignorance; travelling abed.
A prison for a debtor;"
"A cell of ignorance; traveling in bed.
A prison for a debtor;"
and themselves, educated among hills, as in all things contemptible:
and themselves, educated among the hills, just like in everything else that's looked down upon:
"We are beastly; subtle as the fox, for prey;
Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat:
Our valor is to chase what flies; our cage
We make our choir, as doth the prisoned bird."
"We're savage; clever like a fox, hunting for food;
As fierce as a wolf, for what we consume:
Our bravery lies in pursuing what escapes; our cage
We create our music, like a trapped bird does."
A few phrases occur here and there which might justify the supposition that he had seen high mountains, but never implying awe or admiration. Thus Demetrius:
A few phrases pop up here and there that might support the idea that he had seen towering mountains, but they never suggest any sense of awe or admiration. So, Demetrius:
"These things seem small and indistinguishable,
Like far-off mountains, turned into clouds."
"These things seem small and indistinct,
Like distant mountains, turned into clouds."
"Taurus snow," and the "frosty Caucasus," are used merely as types of purity or cold; and though the avalanche is once spoken of as an image of power, it is with instantly following depreciation:
"Taurus snow" and the "frosty Caucasus" are just examples of purity or cold; and even though the avalanche is mentioned as a symbol of power, it is immediately followed by a diminishment:
"Rush on his host, as doth the melted snow
Upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat
The Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon."
"Rush on his host, like melted snow
Upon the valleys, where the low vassal seat
The Alps spit and empty their runoff upon."
§ 38. There was only one thing belonging to hills that Shakespere seemed to feel as noble—the pine tree, and that was because he had seen it in Warwickshire, clumps of pine occasionally rising on little sandstone mounds, as at the place of execution of Piers Gaveston, above the lowland woods. He touches on this tree fondly again and again.
§ 38. There was only one thing about hills that Shakespeare seemed to regard as noble—the pine tree, and that was because he had seen it in Warwickshire, with clumps of pine occasionally standing on small sandstone mounds, like at the spot where Piers Gaveston was executed, above the lowland woods. He mentions this tree affectionately over and over.
"As rough,
Their royal blood enchafed, as the rud'st wind,
That by his top doth take the mountain pine,
And make him stoop to the vale."
"The strong-based promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up
The pine and cedar."
"As tough,
Their royal blood boiling, like the roughest wind,
That at its peak causes the mountain pine,
To bend down into the valley."
"The solid promontory"
I have made tremble, and by its roots yanked up
The pine and cedar."
Where note his observance of the peculiar horizontal roots of the pine, spurred as it is by them like the claw of a bird, and partly propped, as the aiguilles by those rock promontories at their bases which I have always called their spurs, this observance of the pine's strength and animal-like grasp being the chief reason for his choosing it, above all other trees, for Ariel's prison. Again:
Where you can notice the unusual horizontal roots of the pine, which are supported like a bird's claw, and partly propped up, like the points of a needle by the rock outcrops at their bases, which I've always referred to as their spurs, this observation of the pine's strength and its animal-like grip is the main reason he chose it, above all other trees, for Ariel's prison. Again:
"You may as well forbid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops, and to make no noise
When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven."
"You might as well tell the mountain pines
Not to sway their tall tops or to stay quiet
When they’re stirred by the winds from above."
And yet again:
And yet again:
"But when, from under this terrestrial ball,
He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines."
"But when, from beneath this planet,
He ignites the towering tops of the eastern pines."
We may judge, by the impression which this single feature of hill scenery seems to have made on Shakespere's mind, because he had seen it in his youth, how his whole temper would have been changed if he had lived in a more sublime country, and how essential it was to his power of contemplation of mankind that he should be removed from the sterner influences of nature. For the rest, so far as Shakespere's work has imperfections of any kind,—the trivialness of many of his adopted plots, for instance, and the comparative rarity with which he admits the ideal of an enthusiastic virtue arising out of principle; virtue being with him for the most part founded simply on the affections joined with inherent purity in his women or on mere manly pride and honor in his men;116—in a word, whatever difference, 373 involving inferiority, there exists between him and Dante, in his conceptions of the relation between this world and the next, we may partly trace as we did the difference between Bacon and Pascal, to the less noble character of the scenes around him in his youth; and admit that, though it was necessary for his special work that he should be put, as it were, on a level with his race, on those plains of Stratford, we should see in this a proof, instead of a negation, of the mountain power over human intellect. For breadth and perfectness of condescending sight, the Shakesperian mind stands alone; but in ascending sight it is limited. The breadth of grasp is innate; the stoop and slightness of it was given by the circumstances of scene; and the difference between those careless masques of heathen gods, or unbelieved though mightily conceived visions of fairy, witch, or risen spirit, and the earnest faith of Dante's vision of Paradise, is the true measure of the difference in influence between the willowy banks of Avon, and the purple hills of Arno.
We can tell from the impression that this single aspect of hill scenery had on Shakespeare that, having seen it in his youth, his entire disposition would have changed if he had lived in a more majestic landscape. It was crucial for his ability to contemplate humanity that he be distanced from the harsher forces of nature. As for Shakespeare's work, any imperfections he might have—like the trivial nature of many of his chosen plots and how rarely he includes the idea of passionate virtue arising from principle—should be noted. With him, virtue mostly stems from the emotions combined with inherent purity in his female characters or from mere manly pride and honor in his male characters; 116—in short, any inferiority he shares with Dante regarding their views on the relationship between this world and the next can, in part, be traced back to the less inspiring environment of his youth, similar to the difference we noted between Bacon and Pascal. While it was important for his unique work that he be brought to a level with his peers in the flatlands of Stratford, this actually shows the impressive influence of lofty surroundings on human intellect. For breadth and perfection of perspective, the Shakespearean mind is unmatched; however, when it comes to elevating vision, it is constrained. The innate breadth of understanding is overshadowed by the limitations imposed by his environment. The contrast between the carefree celebrations of pagan gods or the incredible yet unproven visions of fairies, witches, or spirits, and the sincere belief in Dante's vision of Paradise truly reflects the difference in influence between the gentle banks of the Avon and the majestic hills of the Arno.
§ 39. Our third inquiry, into the influence of mountains on domestic and military character, was, we said, to be deferred; for this reason, that it is too much involved with the consideration of the influence of simple rural life in unmountainous districts, to be entered upon with advantage until we have examined the general beauty of vegetation, whether lowland or mountainous. I hope to pursue this inquiry, therefore, at the close of the next volume; only desiring, in the meantime, to 374 bring one or two points connected with it under the consideration of our English travellers.
§ 39. Our third inquiry into how mountains influence domestic and military character was, as we mentioned, going to be postponed; this is because it is too closely tied to the examination of how simple rural life in non-mountainous areas impacts these characteristics, and we can’t approach it effectively until we have looked at the overall beauty of vegetation, whether it’s in lowland or mountainous regions. Therefore, I plan to address this inquiry at the end of the next volume; in the meantime, I just want to bring one or two related points to the attention of our English travelers. 374
§ 40. For, it will be remembered, we first entered on this subject in order to obtain some data as to the possibility of a Practical Ideal in Swiss life, correspondent, in some measure, to the poetical ideal of the same, which so largely entertains the European public. Of which possibility, I do not think, after what we have even already seen of the true effect of mountains on the human mind, there is any reason to doubt, even if that ideal had not been presented to us already in some measure, in the older life of the Swiss republics. But of its possibility, under present circumstances, there is, I grieve to say, the deepest reason to doubt; and that the more, because the question is not whether the mountaineer can be raised into a happier life by the help of the active nations of the plains; but whether he can yet be protected from the infection of the folly and vanity of those nations. I urged, in the preceding chapter, some consideration of what might be accomplished, if we chose to devote to the help what we now devote to the mockery of the Swiss. But I would that the enlightened population of Paris and London were content with doing nothing;—that they were satisfied with expenditure upon their idle pleasures, in their idle way; and would leave the Swiss to their own mountain gloom of unadvancing independence. I believe that every franc now spent by travellers among the Alps tends more or less to the undermining of whatever special greatness there is in the Swiss character; and the persons I met in Switzerland, whose position and modes of life rendered them best able to give me true information respecting the present state of their country, among many causes of national deterioration, spoke with chief fear of the influx of English wealth, gradually connecting all industry with the wants and ways of strangers, and inviting all idleness to depend upon their casual help; thus gradually resolving the ancient consistency and pastoral simplicity of the mountain life into the two irregular trades of innkeeper117 and mendicant.
§ 40. To recall, we started discussing this topic to gather some insights on the feasibility of a Practical Ideal in Swiss life that somewhat aligns with the poetic ideal that captivates the European audience. I don’t think there’s any reason to doubt this possibility, especially considering what we've witnessed about the true effects of mountains on the human mind, even if that ideal has been somewhat evident in the earlier life of the Swiss republics. However, when it comes to its feasibility, under current circumstances, I regret to say there are significant reasons to be skeptical; especially because the issue isn’t whether the mountain dwellers can be lifted to a happier life by the active nations in the valleys, but rather if they can be shielded from the foolishness and vanity of those nations. In the previous chapter, I pointed out what could be achieved if we redirected our efforts from mocking the Swiss to genuinely helping them. Yet, I wish the enlightened people of Paris and London were content to do nothing—that they were satisfied spending on their leisurely pleasures in their idle way—allowing the Swiss to remain in their own solemn independence without progress. I believe that every franc spent by travelers in the Alps gradually erodes the unique greatness of the Swiss character; the people I met in Switzerland, who were in the best position to provide accurate information about the state of their country, expressed their primary concern about the influx of English wealth, which is slowly tying all local industries to the needs and habits of outsiders, making idleness dependent on their random support. This process is slowly breaking down the traditional cohesion and pastoral simplicity of mountain life into just the two irregular trades of innkeeper117 and beggar.
§ 41. I could say much on this subject if I had any hope of doing good by saying anything. But I have none. The influx of foreigners into Switzerland must necessarily be greater every year, and the greater it is, the larger, in the crowd, will be the majority of persons whose objects in travelling will be, first, to get as fast as possible from place to place, and, secondly, at every place where they arrive, to obtain the kind of accommodation and amusement to which they are accustomed in Paris, London, Brighton, or Baden. Railroads are already projected round the head of the Lake of Geneva, and through the town of Fribourg; the head of the Lake of Geneva being precisely and accurately the one spot of Europe whose character, and influence on human mind, are special; and unreplaceable if destroyed, no other spot resembling, or being in any wise comparable to it, in its peculiar way: while the town of Fribourg is in like manner the only mediæval mountain town of importance left to us; Inspruck and such others being wholly modern, while Fribourg yet retains much of the aspect it had in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. The valley of Chamouni, another spot also unique in its way, is rapidly being turned into a kind of Cremorne Gardens; and I can see, within the perspective of but few years, the town of Lucerne consisting of a row of symmetrical hotels round the foot of the lake, its old bridges destroyed, an iron one built over the Reuss, and an acacia promenade carried along the lake-shore, with a German band playing under a Chinese temple at the end of it, and the enlightened travellers, representatives of European civilization, performing before the Alps, in each afternoon summer sunlight, in their modern manner, the Dance of Death.
§ 41. I could say a lot about this topic if I thought it would make a difference. But I don’t. Every year, more foreigners are coming to Switzerland, and as the numbers grow, so does the crowd of people whose main goals in traveling are, first, to get from one place to another as quickly as possible, and, second, to find the kind of accommodations and entertainment they’re used to in Paris, London, Brighton, or Baden. Railroads are already being planned around the head of Lake Geneva and through the town of Fribourg; the head of Lake Geneva is uniquely the one place in Europe whose character and impact on the human mind are special—and if it’s destroyed, there’s no other place like it to replace it, nor anything comparable in its own way. Likewise, Fribourg is the last significant medieval mountain town we have; Innsbruck and similar places are entirely modern, while Fribourg still retains much of its appearance from the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. The valley of Chamouni, another uniquely wonderful spot, is quickly being transformed into something resembling Cremorne Gardens; and I can imagine that in just a few years, Lucerne will be filled with a row of identical hotels around the lake’s edge, its old bridges gone, replaced by an iron one over the Reuss, and a promenade lined with acacia trees along the lakeshore, where a German band will play under a Chinese temple at the end of it, while the sophisticated travelers, representatives of European civilization, perform the Dance of Death in their modern style before the Alps each summer afternoon.
§ 42. All this is inevitable; and it has its good as well as its evil side. I can imagine the zealous modernist replying to me that when all this is happily accomplished, my melancholy peasants of the valley of Trient will be turned into thriving shopkeepers, the desolate streets of Sion into glittering thoroughfares, and the marshes of the Valais into prosperous market-gardens. I hope so; and indeed am striving every day to conceive more accurately, and regulate all my efforts by the expectation 376 of, the state of society, not now, I suppose, much more than twenty years in advance of us, when Europe, having satisfactorily effaced all memorials of the past, and reduced itself to the likeness of America, or of any other new country (only with less room for exertion), shall begin to consider what is next to be done, and to what newness of arts and interests may best be devoted the wealth of its marts, and the strength of its multitudes. Which anticipations and estimates, however, I have never been able, as yet, to carry out with any clearness, being always arrested by the confused notion of a necessity for solitude, disdain of buying and selling, and other elements of that old mediæval and mountain gloom, as in some way connected with the efforts of nearly all men who have either seen far into the destiny, or been much helpful to the souls, of their race. And the grounds of this feeling, whether right or wrong, I hope to analyze more fully in the next volume; only noting, finally, in this, one or two points for the consideration of those among us with whom it may sometimes become a question, whether they will help forward, or not, the turning of a sweet mountain valley into an abyss of factory-stench and toil, or the carrying of a line of traffic through some green place of shepherd solitude.
§ 42. All of this is inevitable, and it has both positive and negative aspects. I can picture a passionate modernist responding by saying that once everything is successfully achieved, my sad peasants in the valley of Trient will become successful shopkeepers, the empty streets of Sion will turn into bustling thoroughfares, and the marshes of Valais will transform into thriving market gardens. I hope so; in fact, I work every day to think more clearly about and guide all my efforts based on the expectation of a future society, not much more than twenty years ahead of us, when Europe, having effectively erased all reminders of the past and reshaped itself to resemble America or another new country (though with less room for growth), will begin to consider what comes next and how to dedicate its wealth and energy to new arts and interests. However, I've never been able to clarify these expectations and proposals, as I often find myself hindered by a muddled idea of needing solitude, a disdain for commerce, and other aspects of that old medieval and mountainous gloom, somehow tied to the actions of nearly all people who have either deeply understood their future or significantly contributed to the well-being of their communities. I hope to explore the reasons behind this feeling, whether they are right or wrong, in the next volume; for now, I’ll just note one or two points for those among us who may sometimes wonder whether they will support the transformation of a beautiful mountain valley into a polluted factory wasteland or facilitate the establishment of a trade route through a peaceful, green area of shepherd solitude.
§ 43. For, if there be any truth in the impression which I have always felt, and just now endeavored to enforce, that the mountains of the earth are its natural cathedrals, or natural altars, overlaid with gold, and bright with broidered work of flowers, and with their clouds resting on them as the smoke of a continual sacrifice, it may surely be a question with some of us, whether the tables of the moneychanger, however fit and commendable they may be as furniture in other places, are precisely the thing which it is the whole duty of man to get well set up in the mountain temple.
§ 43. Because if there’s any truth to the feeling I’ve always had—and just tried to explain—that the mountains of the earth are its natural cathedrals or altars, covered in gold and adorned with beautiful flowers, with clouds hovering over them like the smoke of a constant offering, it raises a question for some of us about whether the moneychanger's tables, no matter how appropriate they might be in other settings, are truly what we should be focusing on in the mountain temple.
§ 44. And perhaps it may help to the better determination of this question, if we endeavor, for a few patient moments, to bear with that weakness of our forefathers in feeling an awe for the hills; and, divesting ourselves, as far as may be, of our modern experimental or exploring activity, and habit of regarding mountains chiefly as places for gymnastic exercise, try to understand the temper, not indeed altogether exemplary, but 377 yet having certain truths and dignities in it, to which we owe the founding of the Benedictine and Carthusian cloisters in the thin Alpine air. And this monkish temper we may, I suppose, best understand by considering the aspect under which mountains are represented in the Monk's book. I found that in my late lectures, at Edinburgh, I gave great offence by supposing, or implying, that scriptural expressions could have any force as bearing upon modern practical questions; so that I do not now, nor shall I any more, allude to such expressions as in any wise necessarily bearing on the worldly business of the practical Protestant, but only as necessary to be glanced at in order to understand the temper of those old monks, who had the awkward habit of understanding the Bible literally; and to get any little good which momentary sympathy with the hearts of a large and earnest class of men may surely bring to us.
§ 44. And maybe it will help us better answer this question if we take a few moments to consider the way our ancestors felt in awe of the mountains. If we can set aside, as much as possible, our modern tendency to see mountains mainly as places for exercise and adventure, we might try to appreciate the mindset that—though not perfect—had certain truths and dignity that led to the establishment of the Benedictine and Carthusian monasteries in the thin Alpine air. We can best understand this monkish mindset by looking at how mountains are portrayed in the Monk's book. I found that during my recent lectures in Edinburgh, I upset some people by suggesting, or implying, that biblical expressions could have relevance to modern practical issues. So, I will no longer reference these expressions as necessarily applicable to the everyday matters of practical Protestants, but only as something to consider to understand the mindset of those old monks, who had the rather odd habit of interpreting the Bible literally, and to glean any small insights that empathy with the hearts of a dedicated and sincere group of men might bring us.
§ 45. The monkish view of mountains, then, already alluded to,118 was derived wholly from that Latin Vulgate of theirs; and, speaking as a monk, it may perhaps be permitted me to mark the significance of the earliest mention of mountains in the Mosaic books; at least, of those in which some Divine appointment or command is stated respecting them. They are first brought before us as refuges for God's people from the two judgments of water and fire. The ark rests upon the "mountains of Ararat;" and man, having passed through that great baptism unto death, kneels upon the earth first where it is nearest heaven, and mingles with the mountain clouds the smoke of his sacrifice of thanksgiving. Again: from the midst of the first judgment by fire, the command of the Deity to His servant is, "Escape to the mountain;" and the morbid fear of the hills, which fills any human mind after long stay in places of luxury and sin, is strangely marked in Lot's complaining reply: "I cannot escape to the mountain, lest some evil take me." The third mention, in way of ordinance, is a far more solemn one: "Abraham lifted up his eyes, and saw the place afar off." "The Place," the Mountain of Myrrh, or of bitterness, chosen to fulfil to all the seed of Abraham, far off and near, the inner meaning of promise regarded in that vow: "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh mine help."
§ 45. The monkish view of mountains, as mentioned earlier, was entirely based on their Latin Vulgate; and, speaking as a monk, I hope it’s acceptable to highlight the significance of the first mention of mountains in the Mosaic books, particularly those that talk about some Divine decision or command related to them. They are first introduced as safe havens for God's people during the two judgments of water and fire. The ark rests on the "mountains of Ararat;" and after man has gone through that great baptism unto death, he kneels on the earth where it’s nearest to heaven, mixing the smoke of his sacrifice of thanks with the mountain clouds. Furthermore, amid the first judgment by fire, God's command to His servant is, "Escape to the mountain;" and the intense fear of the hills, which often creeps into the minds of people after prolonged indulgence in luxury and sin, is ironically captured in Lot's fearful reply: "I can’t escape to the mountain, or some evil will catch up with me." The third mention, in a more formal context, is much more serious: "Abraham lifted up his eyes, and saw the place from a distance." "The Place," the Mountain of Myrrh, or bitterness, chosen to reveal to all of Abraham's descendants, near and far, the deeper meaning of the promise mentioned in that vow: "I will lift up my eyes to the hills, from where my help comes."
And the fourth is the delivery of the law on Sinai.
And the fourth is the giving of the law on Sinai.
§ 46. It seemed, then, to the monks, that the mountains were appointed by their Maker to be to man, refuges from Judgment, signs of Redemption, and altars of Sanctification and obedience; and they saw them afterwards connected, in the manner the most touching and gracious, with the death, after his task had been accomplished, of the first anointed Priest; the death, in like manner, of the first inspired Lawgiver; and, lastly, with the assumption of his office by the Eternal Priest, Lawgiver, and Saviour.
§ 46. So, the monks thought that the mountains were intended by their Creator to be a refuge for people from Judgment, symbols of Redemption, and places of Sanctification and obedience. They later saw them beautifully and profoundly linked to the death, after his work was complete, of the first anointed Priest; the death, similarly, of the first inspired Lawgiver; and finally, with the taking on of his role by the Eternal Priest, Lawgiver, and Savior.
Observe the connection of these three events. Although the time of the deaths of Aaron and Moses was hastened by God's displeasure, we have not, it seems to me, the slightest warrant for concluding that the manner of their deaths was intended to be grievous or dishonorable to them. Far from this: it cannot, I think, be doubted that in the denial of the permission to enter the Promised Land, the whole punishment of their sin was included; and that as far as regarded the manner of their deaths, it must have been appointed for them by their Master in all tenderness and love; and with full purpose of ennobling the close of their service upon the earth. It might have seemed to us more honorable that both should have been permitted to die beneath the shadow of the Tabernacle, the congregation of Israel watching by their side; and all whom they loved gathered together to receive the last message from the lips of the meek lawgiver, and the last blessing from the prayer of the anointed priest. But it was not thus they were permitted to die. Try to realize that going forth of Aaron from the midst of the congregation. He who had so often done sacrifice for their sin, going forth now to offer up his own spirit. He who had stood, among them, between the dead and the living, and had seen the eyes of all that great multitude turned to him, that by his intercession their breath might yet be drawn a moment more, going forth now to meet the Angel of Death face to face, and deliver himself into his hand. Try if you cannot walk, in thought, with those two brothers, and the son, as they passed the outmost tents of Israel, and turned, while yet the dew lay round about the camp, towards the slopes of Mount Hor; talking together for the last time, as step by step, they felt the steeper rising of the 379 rocks, and hour after hour, beneath the ascending sun, the horizon grew broader as they climbed, and all the folded hills of Idumea, one by one subdued, showed amidst their hollows in the haze of noon, the windings of that long desert journey, now at last to close. But who shall enter into the thoughts of the High Priest, as his eye followed those paths of ancient pilgrimage; and, through the silence of the arid and endless hills, stretching even to the dim peak of Sinai, the whole history of those forty years was unfolded before him, and the mystery of his own ministries revealed to him; and that other Holy of Holies, of which the mountain peaks were the altars, and the mountain clouds the veil, the firmament of his Father's dwelling, opened to him still more brightly and infinitely as he drew nearer his death; until at last, on the shadeless summit,—from him on whom sin was to be laid no more—from him, on whose heart the names of sinful nations were to press their graven fire no longer,—the brother and the son took breastplate and ephod, and left him to his rest.
Notice the connection of these three events. Although the timing of Aaron and Moses' deaths was sped up by God's displeasure, I believe we have no reason to conclude that the way they died was meant to be painful or dishonorable to them. On the contrary, it’s clear that in the denial of their entry to the Promised Land, the full punishment for their sin was included; and regarding the manner of their deaths, it must have been determined by their Master with utmost care and love, with the intention of honoring the conclusion of their service on Earth. It might have felt more respectful for both to have died under the shade of the Tabernacle, with the congregation of Israel standing by; all their loved ones gathered around to hear the last words from the gentle lawgiver, and the final blessing from the anointed priest. But that was not how they were allowed to die. Imagine Aaron stepping away from the congregation. He who had so often made sacrifices for their sins was now stepping out to offer his own spirit. He who had stood among them, between the dead and the living, had seen the eyes of all those people turned to him, hoping his intercession would give them a moment more to breathe, was now going out to meet the Angel of Death face to face, entrusting himself to his hand. Try to picture walking in thought with those two brothers and the son, as they passed the outer tents of Israel and turned, while the dew still covered the camp, towards the slopes of Mount Hor; talking together one last time as they felt the ground rising steeply beneath them, and hour after hour, with the sun climbing higher, the horizon widened as they ascended, revealing the hidden hills of Idumea, one by one, amidst the heat of noon, showcasing the winding path of that long desert journey, finally coming to an end. But who can understand the thoughts of the High Priest as he followed those ancient paths of pilgrimage; and, through the silence of the endless, dry hills, stretching even to the dim peak of Sinai, the entire history of those forty years unfolded before him, revealing the mystery of his own service; and that other Holy of Holies, where the mountain peaks were the altars and the mountain clouds the veil, the expanse of his Father’s dwelling, opened up to him even more brightly and infinitely as he approached his death; until at last, on the sunlit summit—where sin would be laid on him no longer—where the weight of sinful nations would no longer press upon his heart—the brother and son took the breastplate and ephod, and left him to his rest.
§ 47. There is indeed a secretness in this calm faith and deep restraint of sorrow, into which it is difficult for us to enter; but the death of Moses himself is more easily to be conceived, and had in it circumstances still more touching, as far as regards the influence of the external scene. For forty years Moses had not been alone. The care and burden of all the people, the weight of their woe, and guilt, and death, had been upon him continually. The multitude had been laid upon him as if he had conceived them; their tears had been his meat, night and day, until he had felt as if God had withdrawn His favor from him, and he had prayed that he might be slain, and not see his wretchedness.119 And now, at last, the command came, "Get thee up into this mountain." The weary hands that had been so long stayed up against the enemies of Israel, might lean again upon the shepherd's staff, and fold themselves for the shepherd's prayer—for the shepherd's slumber. Not strange to his feet, though forty years unknown, the roughness of the bare mountain-path, as he climbed from ledge to ledge of Abarim; not strange to his aged eyes the scattered clusters of 380 the mountain herbage, and the broken shadows of the cliffs, indented far across the silence of uninhabited ravines; scenes such as those among which, with none, as now, beside him but God, he had led his flocks so often; and which he had left, how painfully! taking upon him the appointed power, to make of the fenced city a wilderness, and to fill the desert with songs of deliverance. It was not to embitter the last hours of his life that God restored to him, for a day, the beloved solitudes he had lost; and breathed the peace of the perpetual hills around him, and cast the world in which he had labored and sinned far beneath his feet, in that mist of dying blue;—all sin, all wandering, soon to be forgotten for ever; the Dead Sea—a type of God's anger understood by him, of all men, most clearly, who had seen the earth open her mouth, and the sea his depth, to overwhelm the companies of those who contended with his Master—laid waveless beneath him; and beyond it, the fair hills of Judah, and the soft plains and banks of Jordan, purple in the evening light as with the blood of redemption, and fading in their distant fulness into mysteries of promise and of love. There, with his unabated strength, his undimmed glance, lying down upon the utmost rocks, with angels waiting near to contend for the spoils of his spirit, he put off his earthly armor. We do deep reverence to his companion prophet, for whom the chariot of fire came down from heaven; but was his death less noble, whom his Lord Himself buried in the vales of Moab, keeping, in the secrets of the eternal counsels, the knowledge of a sepulchre, from which he was to be called, in the fulness of time, to talk with that Lord, upon Hermon, of the death that He should accomplish at Jerusalem?
§ 47. There is indeed a quietness in this calm faith and deep restraint of sorrow that's hard for us to grasp. But we can more easily understand the death of Moses, which had even more poignant circumstances in relation to the external scene. For forty years, Moses had never been alone. The responsibilities of all the people, their grief, guilt, and mortality, weighed heavily on him every day. He carried the burden of the multitude as if he had given them life; their tears were his food, day and night, to the point where he felt God had withdrawn His favor from him, and he wished for death to avoid witnessing their suffering.119 And now, finally, the command came, "Get yourself up this mountain." The weary hands that had long been raised against the enemies of Israel might once again lean on the shepherd's staff, resting for the shepherd's prayer—ready for the shepherd's sleep. The roughness of the bare mountain path was not unfamiliar to his feet, even though it had been unknown for forty years, as he climbed from ledge to ledge of Abarim. The scattered clusters of mountain vegetation and the broken shadows of the cliffs, stretching across the stillness of the uninhabited ravines, were also recognizable to his aged eyes—scenes he had often navigated alone, with God as his only companion, herding his flocks; and he had left them, painfully, to take on the appointed role of turning the fortified city into a wasteland and filling the desert with songs of freedom. It was not to make his final hours bitter that God granted him, for a day, the beloved solitude he had lost; surrounding him with the peace of the timeless hills and casting the world where he had toiled and sinned far beneath him, lost in a mist of fading blue;—all sin, all wandering, about to be forgotten forever; the Dead Sea—representing God's anger, which he, more than anyone else, truly understood, having witnessed the earth open and the sea engulf the people who opposed his Master—lay calm beneath him; and beyond it were the beautiful hills of Judah and the soft plains and banks of the Jordan, glowing in the evening light like the blood of redemption, fading into distant mysteries of promise and love. There, with his unwavering strength and clear vision, lying atop the highest rocks, with angels nearby waiting to claim his spirit, he removed his earthly armor. We hold deep respect for his fellow prophet, for whom the chariot of fire descended from heaven; but was his death any less noble than Moses’, who was buried by his Lord Himself in the valleys of Moab, keeping the knowledge of a grave hidden in the secrets of eternal plans, from which he would one day be called to meet that Lord, on Hermon, to discuss the death He would accomplish in Jerusalem?
And lastly, let us turn our thoughts for a few moments to the cause of the resurrection of these two prophets. We are all of us too much in the habit of passing it by, as a thing mystical and inconceivable, taking place in the life of Christ for some purpose not by us to be understood, or, at the best, merely as a manifestation of His divinity by brightness of heavenly light, and the ministering of the spirits of the dead, intended to strengthen the faith of His three chosen apostles. And in this, as in many other events recorded by the Evangelists, we lose half the meaning and evade the practical power upon ourselves, 381 by never accepting in its fulness the idea that our Lord was "perfect man," "tempted in all things like as we are." Our preachers are continually trying, in all manner of subtle ways, to explain the union of the Divinity with the Manhood, an explanation which certainly involves first their being able to describe the nature of Deity itself, or, in plain words, to comprehend God. They never can explain, in any one particular, the union of the natures; they only succeed in weakening the faith of their hearers as to the entireness of either. The thing they have to do is precisely the contrary of this—to insist upon the entireness of both. We never think of Christ enough as God, never enough as Man; the instinctive habit of our minds being always to miss of the Divinity, and the reasoning and enforced habit to miss of the Humanity. We are afraid to harbor in our own hearts, or to utter in the hearing of others, any thought of our Lord, as hungering, tired, sorrowful, having a human soul, a human will, and affected by events of human life as a finite creature is; and yet one half of the efficiency of His atonement, and the whole of the efficiency of His example, depend on His having been this to the full.
And finally, let’s take a moment to consider the reasons behind the resurrection of these two prophets. We often overlook it, treating it as something mystical and hard to grasp, happening in Christ’s life for a purpose beyond our understanding, or at best, simply as a display of His divinity through a bright heavenly light and the presence of spirits from the dead, meant to bolster the faith of His three chosen apostles. In this, as in many other events recorded by the Evangelists, we miss half the meaning and avoid the practical impact on ourselves by not fully embracing the idea that our Lord was "perfect man," "tempted in all things like we are." Our preachers continually try, in various subtle ways, to explain the union of Divinity and Humanity, an explanation that requires them to first describe the nature of Deity itself—or, in simpler terms, to understand God. They can never explain, in any specific way, the union of these natures; they only end up weakening their listeners’ faith in the completeness of either. What they really need to do is the opposite—emphasize the completeness of both. We don’t think of Christ enough as God or enough as Man; our minds instinctively overlook His Divinity and our reasoning tends to overlook His Humanity. We’re hesitant to hold in our hearts or to express before others any thought of our Lord as hungry, tired, sorrowful, possessing a human soul, a human will, and being affected by human life events just like any finite creature; yet half of the effectiveness of His atonement, and the entirety of the effectiveness of His example, relies on Him being fully that.
§ 48. Consider, therefore, the Transfiguration as it relates to the human feelings of our Lord. It was the first definite preparation for His death. He had foretold it to His disciples six days before; then takes with Him the three chosen ones into "an high mountain apart." From an exceeding high mountain, at the first taking on Him the ministry of life, He had beheld, and rejected the kingdoms of the earth, and their glory: now, on a high mountain, He takes upon Him the ministry of death. Peter and they that were with him, as in Gethsemane, were heavy with sleep. Christ's work had to be done alone.
§ 48. So, let's think about the Transfiguration in relation to Jesus' emotions. It was the first clear preparation for His death. He had predicted this to His disciples six days earlier; then He took the three chosen ones with Him up "a high mountain apart." From a very high mountain, when He first began His ministry of life, He had seen and turned down the kingdoms of the earth and their glory: now, on a high mountain, He embraces the ministry of death. Peter and the others with him, just like in Gethsemane, were overcome with sleep. Christ's work had to be done alone.
The tradition is, that the Mount of Transfiguration was the summit of Tabor; but Tabor is neither a high mountain, nor was it in any sense a mountain "apart;" being in those years both inhabited and fortified. All the immediately preceding ministries of Christ had been at Cesarea Philippi. There is no mention of travel southward in the six days that intervened between the warning given to His disciples, and the going up into the hill. What other hill could it be than the southward 382 slope of that goodly mountain, Hermon, which is indeed the centre of all the Promised Land, from the entering in of Hamath unto the river of Egypt; the mount of fruitfulness, from which the springs of Jordan descended to the valleys of Israel. Along its mighty forest avenues, until the grass grew fair with the mountain lilies, His feet dashed in the dew of Hermon, He must have gone to pray His first recorded prayer about death; and from the steep of it, before He knelt, could see to the south all the dwelling-place of the people that had sat in darkness, and seen the great light, the land of Zabulon and of Naphtali, Galilee of the nations;—could see, even with His human sight, the gleam of that lake by Capernaum and Chorazin, and many a place loved by Him, and vainly ministered to, whose house was now left unto them desolate; and, chief of all, far in the utmost blue, the hills above Nazareth, sloping down to His old home: hills on which yet the stones lay loose, that had been taken up to cast at Him, when He left them for ever.
The tradition says that the Mount of Transfiguration was the summit of Tabor; however, Tabor isn’t a high mountain, nor was it an isolated mountain at that time, as it was both inhabited and fortified. Prior to this event, all of Christ’s ministry had been around Cesarea Philippi. There’s no mention of traveling southward in the six days between the warning to His disciples and their ascent up the hill. What other hill could it be if not the southward slope of that beautiful mountain, Hermon, which truly is the center of the Promised Land, stretching from Hamath to the river of Egypt; the mountain of abundance, where the springs of Jordan flowed down to the valleys of Israel? Along the grand forest paths, where the grass was lush with mountain lilies, He must have walked through the dew of Hermon to pray His first recorded prayer about death. From the steep slopes, before kneeling down, He could see to the south all the homes of the people who had lived in darkness and had seen the great light—the land of Zebulun and Naphtali, Galilee of the nations; He could even glimpse, with His human sight, the sparkle of the lake by Capernaum and Chorazin, and many places He loved, that had been fruitless in their ministry, whose homes were now left desolate; and most notably, far in the distant blue, the hills above Nazareth, sloping down to His old home: hills where the stones still lay loose, that had been gathered to be thrown at Him when He left them forever.
§ 49. "And as he prayed, two men stood by him." Among the many ways in which we miss the help and hold of Scripture, none is more subtle than our habit of supposing that, even as man, Christ was free from the Fear of Death. How could He then have been tempted as we are? since among all the trials of the earth, none spring from the dust more terrible than that Fear. It had to be borne by Him, indeed, in a unity, which we can never comprehend, with the foreknowledge of victory,—as His sorrow for Lazarus, with the consciousness of the power to restore him; but it had to be borne, and that in its full earthly terror; and the presence of it is surely marked for us enough by the rising of those two at His side. When, in the desert, He was girding Himself for the work of life, angels of life came and ministered unto Him; now, in the fair world, when He is girding Himself for the work of death, the ministrants come to Him from the grave.
§ 49. "And as he prayed, two men stood by him." Among the many ways we overlook the guidance and support of Scripture, one of the most subtle is our tendency to think that, even as a man, Christ was free from the Fear of Death. How could He have been tempted like we are? After all, of all the trials on earth, none is more terrifying than that Fear. He had to experience it in a way we can't fully understand, knowing at the same time that victory awaited Him—just as He felt sorrow for Lazarus while also knowing He could bring him back to life. But He really had to face it, and in all its earthly dread; and the reality of this is clearly shown to us by the appearance of those two at His side. When He was in the desert, preparing for the work of life, angels came to minister to Him; now, in this beautiful world, as He prepares for the work of death, the ones who come to support Him are from the grave.
But from the grave conquered. One, from that tomb under Abarim, which His own hand had sealed so long ago; the other from the rest into which he had entered, without seeing corruption. There stood by Him Moses and Elias, and spake of His decease.
But from the grave conquered. One, from that tomb under Abarim, which His own hand had sealed so long ago; the other from the rest into which he had entered, without seeing decay. There stood by Him Moses and Elijah, and they talked about His death.
If, in their remembrance of these things, and in their endeavor to follow in the footsteps of their Master, religious men of by-gone days, closing themselves in the hill solitudes, forgot sometimes, and sometimes feared, the duties they owed to the active world, we may perhaps pardon them more easily than we ought to pardon ourselves, if we neither seek any influence for good nor submit to it unsought, in scenes to which thus all the men whose writings we receive as inspired, together with their Lord, retired whenever they had any task or trial laid upon them needing more than their usual strength of spirit. Nor, perhaps, should we have unprofitably entered into the mind of the earlier ages, if among our other thoughts, as we watch the chains of the snowy mountains rise on the horizon, we should sometimes admit the memory of the hour in which their Creator, among their solitudes, entered on His travail for the salvation of our race; and indulge the dream, that as the flaming and trembling mountains of the earth seem to be the monuments of the manifesting of His terror on Sinai,—these pure and white hills, near to the heaven, and sources of all good to the earth, are the appointed memorials of that Light of His Mercy, that fell, snow-like, on the Mount of Transfiguration.
If, in remembering these things and trying to follow the example of their Master, religious men from the past sometimes withdrew into the solitude of the hills and occasionally forgot, or feared, their responsibilities to the active world, we might forgive them more easily than we should forgive ourselves if we neither seek to make a positive impact nor allow ourselves to be influenced by it in the very places where the men whose writings we consider inspired, along with their Lord, would retreat whenever faced with tasks or challenges that required more than their usual strength of spirit. Moreover, we might not have wasted our time delving into the mindset of earlier ages if, among our other thoughts, while we observe the snowy mountains rising on the horizon, we occasionally remembered the moment when their Creator, in those solitary places, began His struggle for the salvation of our kind; and allowed ourselves to imagine that, just as the fiery and trembling mountains of the earth stand as reminders of His awe on Sinai, these pure white hills, close to heaven and sources of goodness for the earth, are designated memorials of that Light of His Mercy that descended like snow on the Mount of Transfiguration.
106 In tracing the whole of the deep enjoyment to mountain association, I of course except whatever feelings are connected with the observance of rural life, or with that of architecture. None of these feelings arise out of the landscape, properly so-called: the pleasure with which we see a peasant's garden fairly kept, or a ploughman doing his work well, or a group of children playing at a cottage door, being wholly separate from that which we find in the fields or commons around them; and the beauty of architecture, or the associations connected with it, in like manner often ennobling the most tame scenery;—yet not so but that we may always distinguish between the abstract character of the unassisted landscape, and the charm which it derives from the architecture. Much of the majesty of French landscape consists in its grand and grey village churches and turreted farmhouses, not to speak of its cathedrals, castles, and beautifully placed cities.
106 When exploring the complete enjoyment of mountains, I naturally exclude any feelings linked to rural life or architecture. None of these emotions stem from the landscape itself; the joy we feel when we see a well-kept peasant's garden, a hardworking ploughman, or children playing at a cottage door is entirely separate from the enjoyment we find in the fields and commons around them. Similarly, the beauty of architecture, and the feelings it evokes, often elevates even the most ordinary scenery. However, we can always tell the difference between the inherent nature of an unembellished landscape and the appeal it gains from architecture. A significant part of the grandeur of French landscapes comes from its impressive, grey village churches and turreted farmhouses, not to mention its cathedrals, castles, and beautifully situated cities.
107 One of the principal reasons for the false supposition that Switzerland is not picturesque, is the error of most sketchers and painters in representing pine forest in middle distance as dark green, or grey green, whereas its true color is always purple, at distances of even two or three miles. Let any traveller coming down the Montanvert look for an aperture, three or four inches wide, between the near pine branches, through which, standing eight or ten feet from it, he can see the opposite forests on the Breven or Flegère. Those forests are not above two or two and a half miles from him; but he will find the aperture is filled by a tint of nearly pure azure or purple, not by green.
107 One of the main reasons people mistakenly think Switzerland isn't beautiful is because most artists and painters depict pine forests in the distance as dark green or grey-green, when in reality, their true color is always a shade of purple, even at distances of two or three miles. Anyone traveling down the Montanvert should look for a gap, three or four inches wide, between the nearby pine branches, through which, standing eight or ten feet away, they can see the forests on the Breven or Flegère. Those forests are only about two to two and a half miles away, but they'll notice that the gap is filled with a nearly pure azure or purple, not green.
108 The Savoyard's name for its flower, "Pain du Bon Dieu," is very beautiful; from, I believe, the supposed resemblance of its white and scattered blossom to the fallen manna.
108 The Savoyard's name for its flower, "Pain du Bon Dieu," is really lovely; I think it's because its white and scattered blossoms are thought to resemble the fallen manna.
109 See reference to his painting of stones in the last note to § 28 of the chapter on Imagination Penetrative, Vol. II.
109 See reference to his painting of stones in the last note to § 28 of the chapter on Imagination Penetrative, Vol. II.
110 In saying this I do not, of course, forget the influence of the sea on the Pisans and Venetians; but that is a separate subject, and must be examined in the next volume.
110 In saying this, I don't forget the impact of the sea on the Pisans and Venetians; however, that's a different topic and will be addressed in the next volume.
"With fairest flowers
While summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,
I'll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack
The flower that's like thy face—pale primrose, nor
The azured harebell—like thy veins; no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
Outsweetened not thy breath. The ruddock would
With charitable bill bring thee all this;
Yea, and furred moss besides, when flowers are none,
To winter-ground thy corse.
Gui. Prithee, have done,
And do not play in wench-like words with that
Which is so serious."
"With the best flowers
As long as summer is here and I'm around, Fidele,
I’ll decorate your sad grave. You won’t miss
The flower that looks like your face—pale primrose, or
The blue harebell—like your veins; no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, which, I won't slander,
Could never outdo your breath. The robin would
With a gentle beak, I bring you all this;
Yes, and soft moss too, when there aren't any flowers,
To keep yourself warm in winter.
Gui. Please stop.
"Don't talk about serious things with childish language."
Imogen herself, afterwards in deeper passion, will give weeds—not flowers—and something more:
Imogen herself, later with more intensity, will give weeds—not flowers—and something more:
"And when
With wildwood leaves, and weeds, I have strewed his grave,
And on it said a century of prayers,
Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh,
And, leaving so his service, follow you."
"And when
I've covered his grave with wild leaves and weeds,
And prayed for it for a hundred years,
I'll cry and sigh for him as much as I can,
"After I take care of him, I'll join you."
112 If the reader thinks that in Henry the Fifth's time the Elizabethan temper might already have been manifesting itself, let him compare the English herald's speech, act 2, scene 2, of King John; and by way of specimen of Shakespere's historical care, or regard of mediæval character, the large use of artillery in the previous scene.
112 If the reader believes that the Elizabethan attitude was already showing during Henry the Fifth's time, they should compare the English herald's speech in Act 2, Scene 2 of King John. This also serves as an example of Shakespeare's historical attention or respect for medieval character, particularly with the significant use of artillery in the previous scene.
113 The last bishop.
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115 "Nero Antico" is more familiar to our ears; but Browning does right in translating it; as afterwards "cipollino" into "onion-stone." Our stupid habit of using foreign words without translation is continually losing us half the force of the foreign language. How many travellers hearing the term "cipollino" recognize the intended sense of a stone splitting into concentric coats, like an onion?
115 "Nero Antico" is more familiar to us now, but Browning is correct in translating it, just like he did with "cipollino" to "onion-stone." Our silly habit of using foreign words without translating them often takes away half the power of the original language. How many travelers hearing the term "cipollino" actually understand that it means a stone that splits into layers like an onion?
116 I mean that Shakespere almost always implies a total difference in nature between one human being and another; one being from the birth, pure and affectionate, another base and cruel; and he displays each, in its sphere, as having the nature of dove, wolf, or lion, never much implying the government or change of nature by any external principle. There can be no question that in the main he is right in this view of human nature; still, the other form of virtue does exist occasionally, and was never, as far as I recollect, taken much note of by him. And with this stern view of humanity, Shakespere joined a sorrowful view of Fate, closely resembling that of the ancients. He is distinguished from Dante eminently by his always dwelling on last causes instead of first causes. Dante invariably points to the moment of the soul's choice which fixed its fate, to the instant of the day when it read no farther, or determined to give bad advice about Penestrino. But Shakespere always leans on the force of Fate, as it urges the final evil; and dwells with infinite bitterness on the power of the wicked, and the infinitude of result dependent seemingly on little things. A fool brings the last piece of news from Verona, and the dearest lives of its noble houses are lost; they might have been saved if the sacristan had not stumbled as he walked. Othello mislays his handkerchief, and there remains nothing for him but death. Hamlet gets hold of the wrong foil, and the rest is silence. Edmund's runner is a moment too late at the prison, and the feather will not move at Cordelia's lips. Salisbury a moment too late at the tower, and Arthur lies on the stones dead. Goneril and Iago have on the whole, in this world, Shakespere sees, much of their own way, though they come to a bad end. It is a pin that Death pierces the king's fortress wall with; and Carelessness and Folly sit sceptred and dreadful, side by side with the pin-armed skeleton.
116 I mean that Shakespeare almost always suggests a complete difference in nature between one person and another; one person from birth is pure and loving, while another is base and cruel; and he portrays each, in their own realm, as having the nature of a dove, wolf, or lion, rarely suggesting that nature is governed or changed by any outside force. There’s no doubt that, overall, he’s right in this perspective on human nature; however, the other form of virtue does occasionally exist and was never, as far as I remember, given much consideration by him. Along with this stern view of humanity, Shakespeare held a sorrowful perspective on Fate, which closely resembles that of the ancients. He is notably different from Dante because he always focuses on ultimate causes rather than initial causes. Dante consistently points to the moment of the soul's choice that determines its fate, to the instant when it stopped reading or chose to give bad advice about Penestrino. But Shakespeare consistently emphasizes the force of Fate, as it pushes the inevitable evil forward; he bitterly reflects on the power of the wicked, and the endless consequences that seem tied to small events. A fool brings the latest news from Verona, and the lives of its noble families are lost; they could have been saved if the sacristan hadn’t stumbled as he walked. Othello misplaces his handkerchief, leaving him with nothing but death. Hamlet picks up the wrong sword, and the rest is silence. Edmund's messenger arrives just a moment too late at the prison, and the feather won’t move at Cordelia's lips. Salisbury arrives a moment too late at the tower, and Arthur lies dead on the stones. Goneril and Iago, in this world, have largely gotten their way, even though they meet a bad end. It’s a pin that Death uses to pierce the king's fortress wall; and Carelessness and Folly sit, crowned and fearsome, side by side with the pin-armed skeleton.
117 Not the old hospitable innkeeper, who honored his guests and was honored by them, than whom I do not know a more useful or worthy character; but the modern innkeeper, proprietor of a building in the shape of a factory, making up three hundred beds; who necessarily regards his guests in the light of Numbers 1, 2, 3-300, and is too often felt or apprehended by them only as a presiding influence of extortion.
117 Not the old welcoming innkeeper, who respected his guests and was respected by them; I don't know a more helpful or admirable character. But rather the modern innkeeper, owner of a building that looks like a factory, with three hundred beds; who inevitably views his guests as Numbers 1, 2, 3-300, and is often perceived by them as just a figure of exploitation.
118 Vol III. Chap. XIV. § 10.
__A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__ Vol III. Chap. 14 § 10.
119 Numbers, xi. 12, 15.
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APPENDIX.
I. Modern Grotesque.
I. Modern Grotesque.
The reader may perhaps be somewhat confused by the different tone with which, in various passages of these volumes, I have spoken of the dignity of Expression. He must remember that there are three distinct schools of expression, and that it is impossible, on every occasion when the term is used, to repeat the definition of the three, and distinguish the school spoken of.
The reader might feel a bit confused by the varying tone I've used in different sections of these volumes when discussing the importance of Expression. It's important to remember that there are three separate schools of expression, and it's not feasible to restate the definitions of all three and specify which one I'm referring to every time the term is mentioned.
There is, first, the Great Expressional School, consisting of the sincerely thoughtful and affectionate painters of early times, masters of their art, as far as it was known in their days. Orcagna, John Bellini, Perugino, and Angelico, are its leading masters. All the men who compose it are, without exception, colorists. The modern Pre-Raphaelites belong to it.
There is, first, the Great Expressional School, made up of the genuinely thoughtful and caring painters from earlier times, who were experts in their craft as far as it was understood in their era. Orcagna, John Bellini, Perugino, and Angelico are its key figures. Everyone in this group is, without exception, colorists. The modern Pre-Raphaelites are part of it.
Secondly, the Pseudo-Expressional School, wholly of modern development, consisting of men who have never mastered their art, and are probably incapable of mastering it, but who hope to substitute sentiment for good painting. It is eminently characterized by its contempt of color, and may be most definitely distinguished as the School of Clay.
Secondly, the Pseudo-Expressional School, entirely a modern development, is made up of individuals who have never truly mastered their art and are likely unable to do so, instead hoping to replace skillful painting with emotion. It is notably marked by its disregard for color and can clearly be identified as the School of Clay.
Thirdly, the Grotesque Expressional School, consisting of men who, having peculiar powers of observation for the stronger signs of character in anything, and sincerely delighting in them, lose sight of the associated refinements or beauties. This school is apt, more or less, to catch at faults or strangenesses; and, associating its powers of observation with wit or malice, produces the wild, gay, or satirical grotesque in early sculpture, and in modern times, our rich and various popular caricature.
Thirdly, the Grotesque Expressional School is made up of individuals who have a unique ability to notice the strong traits of character in everything and genuinely enjoy them, but they overlook the related refinements or beauties. This school tends to focus on faults or oddities; by combining their observational skills with humor or spite, they create the wild, playful, or satirical grotesque in early sculpture, and in modern times, our rich and diverse popular caricature.
I took no note of this branch of art in the chapter on the 386 Grotesque Ideal; partly because I did not wish to disturb the reader's mind in our examination of the great imaginative grotesque, and also because I did not feel able to give a distinct account of this branch, having never thoroughly considered the powers of eye and hand involved in its finer examples. But assuredly men of strong intellect and fine sense are found among the caricaturists, and it is to them that I allude in saying that the most subtle expression is often attained by "slight studies;" while it is of the pseudo-expressionalist, or "high art" school that I am speaking, when I say that expression may "sometimes be elaborated by the toil of the dull;" in neither case meaning to depreciate the work, wholly different in every way, of the great expressional schools.
I didn't address this aspect of art in the chapter on the 386 Grotesque Ideal; partly because I didn't want to distract the reader while we explored the grand imaginative grotesque, and also because I didn’t feel equipped to provide a clear explanation of this area, having never fully examined the skills of eye and hand involved in its more refined examples. But certainly, there are people of great intellect and sensitivity among caricaturists, and it's these individuals I refer to when I say that the most nuanced expressions are often achieved through "slight studies;" while I also mean the pseudo-expressionalist, or "high art" school when I say that expression can "sometimes be developed through the hard work of the dull;" in neither case intending to undermine the work of the great expressive schools, which are entirely different in every regard.
I regret that I have not been able, as yet, to examine with care the powers of mind involved in modern caricature. They are, however, always partial and imperfect; for the very habit of looking for the leading lines by the smallest possible number of which the expression may be attained, warps the power of general attention, and blunts the perception of the delicacies of the entire form and color. Not that caricature, or exaggeration of points of character, may not be occasionally indulged in by the greatest men—as constantly by Leonardo; but then it will be found that the caricature consists, not in imperfect or violent drawing, but in delicate and perfect drawing of strange and exaggerated forms quaintly combined: and even thus, I believe, the habit of looking for such conditions will be found injurious; I strongly suspect its operation on Leonardo to have been the increase of his non-natural tendencies in his higher works. A certain acknowledgment of the ludicrous element is admitted in corners of the pictures of Veronese—in dwarfs or monkeys; but it is never caricatured or exaggerated. Tintoret and Titian hardly admit the element at all. They admit the noble grotesque to the full, in all its quaintness, brilliancy, and awe; but never any form of it depending on exaggeration, partiality, or fallacy.120
I regret that I haven't had the chance yet to carefully examine the mental skills involved in modern caricature. They are always somewhat limited and flawed because the habit of seeking the key features that can capture the expression with the smallest number of lines distorts the capacity for general attention and dulls the appreciation of the nuances of the whole form and color. This isn’t to say that caricature, or exaggerating character traits, isn't sometimes practiced by great artists—constantly by Leonardo, for example—but it turns out that in such cases, the caricature doesn't come from poor or extreme drawing, but rather from finely detailed and skillful representation of unusual and exaggerated forms creatively combined. Even so, I believe the habit of searching for such qualities is harmful; I strongly suspect it led to an increase in Leonardo's unnatural tendencies in his more ambitious works. There is some acknowledgment of the humorous aspect in the corners of Veronese's pictures—with dwarfs or monkeys—but it is never caricatured or exaggerated. Tintoretto and Titian barely incorporate this aspect at all. They fully embrace the noble grotesque in all its charm, brilliance, and awe, but never in any form that relies on exaggeration, bias, or deception.120
I believe, therefore, whatever wit, delicate appreciation of ordinary character, or other intellectual power may belong to the modern masters of caricature, their method of study for ever 387 incapacitates them from passing beyond a certain point, and either reaching any of the perfect forms of art themselves, or understanding them in others. Generally speaking, their power is limited to the use of the pen or pencil—they cannot touch color without discomfiture; and even those whose work is of higher aim, and wrought habitually in color, are prevented by their pursuit of piquant expression from understanding noble expression. Leslie furnishes several curious examples of this defect of perception in his late work on Art;—talking, for instance, of the "insipid faces of Francia."
I believe that, regardless of the skill, keen insight into everyday characters, or other intellectual strengths that modern caricature artists may possess, their approach to study prevents them from going beyond a certain point. This limitation stops them from achieving any of the true forms of art themselves or appreciating them in others. In general, their abilities are confined to using pen or pencil—they struggle with color. Even those whose work aims higher and is usually in color are hindered by their focus on sharp expression, which keeps them from grasping more noble expression. Leslie provides several interesting examples of this lack of perception in his recent book on Art; for instance, he mentions the "bland faces of Francia."
On the other hand, all the real masters of caricature deserve honor in this respect, that their gift is peculiarly their own—innate and incommunicable. No teaching, no hard study, will ever enable other people to equal, in their several ways, the works of Leech or Cruikshank; whereas, the power of pure drawing is communicable, within certain limits, to every one who has good sight and industry. I do not, indeed, know how far, by devoting the attention to points of character, caricaturist skill may be laboriously attained; but certainly the power is, in the masters of the school, innate from their childhood.
On the other hand, all the true masters of caricature deserve respect because their talent is uniquely their own—innate and incommunicable. No amount of teaching or hard work will ever allow others to match the works of Leech or Cruikshank in their unique styles; meanwhile, the skill of pure drawing can be taught, to some extent, to anyone with good eyesight and dedication. I’m not sure how far focusing on character traits can help someone develop caricature skills through hard work, but it’s clear that the ability is inherent in the masters from a young age.
Farther. It is evident that many subjects of thought may be dealt with by this kind of art which are inapproachable by any other, and that its influence over the popular mind must always be great; hence it may often happen that men of strong purpose may rather express themselves in this way (and continue to make such expression a matter of earnest study), than turn to any less influential, though more dignified, or even more intrinsically meritorious, branch of art. And when the powers of quaint fancy are associated (as is frequently the case) with stern understanding of the nature of evil, and tender human sympathy, there results a bitter, or pathetic spirit of grotesque, to which mankind at the present day owe more thorough moral teaching than to any branch of art whatsoever.
Farther. It's clear that many topics can be explored through this type of art that aren't accessible through any other means, and its impact on the public mindset will always be significant. As a result, it's not uncommon for people with strong convictions to choose to express themselves in this way (and to treat this form of expression as a serious pursuit) rather than turning to a less impactful, though possibly more dignified or even more fundamentally admirable, form of art. When the whimsical creativity is paired (which often happens) with a deep understanding of the nature of evil and genuine human compassion, it creates a bitter or touching sense of the grotesque, which has provided modern society with more profound moral lessons than any other form of art.
In poetry, the temper is seen, in perfect manifestation, in the works of Thomas Hood; in art, it is found both in various works of the Germans,—their finest, and their least thought of; and more or less in the works of George Cruikshank,121 and in 388 many of the illustrations of our popular journals. On the whole, the most impressive examples of it, in poetry and in art, which I remember, are the Song of the Shirt, and the woodcuts of Alfred Rethel, before spoken of. A correspondent, though coarser work appeared some little time back in Punch, namely, the "General Février turned Traitor."
In poetry, the mood is perfectly captured in the works of Thomas Hood; in art, it's found in various pieces by German artists—both their best and lesser-known works; and somewhat in the works of George Cruikshank, 121 and in many illustrations in our popular magazines. Overall, the most striking examples I can recall, in poetry and art, are the Song of the Shirt and the woodcuts by Alfred Rethel that have been mentioned before. A recent contribution, although more crude, appeared in Punch, titled "General Février turned Traitor."
The reception of the woodcut last named was in several respects a curious test of modern feeling. For the sake of the general reader, it may be well to state the occasion and character of it. It will be remembered by all that early in the winter of 1854-5, so fatal by its inclemency, and by our own improvidence, to our army in the Crimea, the late Emperor of Russia said, or was reported to have said, that "his best commanders, General January and General February, were not yet come." The word, if ever spoken, was at once base, cruel, and blasphemous; base, in precisely reversing the temper of all true soldiers, so nobly instanced by the son of Saladin, when he sent, at the very instant of the discomfiture of his own army, two horses to Cœur de Lion, whose horse had been killed under him in the mêlée; cruel, inasmuch as he ought not to have exulted in the thought of the death, by slow suffering, of brave men; blasphemous, inasmuch as it contained an appeal to Heaven of which he knew the hypocrisy. He himself died in February; and the woodcut of which I speak represented a skeleton in soldier's armor, entering his chamber, the driven sleet white on its cloak and crest; laying its hand on his heart as he lay dead.
The reception of the mentioned woodcut was, in several ways, an interesting test of modern sentiment. For the general reader, it's helpful to explain the context and nature of it. It's worth remembering that early in the winter of 1854-5, which was particularly harsh and disastrous for our army in the Crimea due to both the weather and our own carelessness, the late Emperor of Russia allegedly said, "his best commanders, General January and General February, are not here yet." If he actually said this, it was immediately despicable, cruel, and hypocritical; despicable because it completely contradicted the spirit of all true soldiers, as exemplified by the son of Saladin, who sent two horses to Cœur de Lion at the very moment his own army was defeated, after Cœur de Lion’s horse had been killed in battle; cruel because it showed a lack of empathy for the slow suffering and death of brave men; and hypocritical because it involved an insincere appeal to Heaven. He died in February, and the woodcut I’m referring to depicted a skeleton in soldier's armor entering his chamber, with the driven sleet white on its cloak and crest, laying its hand on his heart as he lay dead.
There were some points to be regretted in the execution of the design, but the thought was a grand one; the memory of the word spoken, and of its answer, could hardly in any more impressive way have been recorded for the people; and I believe that to all persons accustomed to the earnest forms of art, it contained a profound and touching lesson. The notable thing was, however, that it offended all persons not in earnest, and was loudly cried out against by the polite formalism of society. This fate is, I believe, the almost inevitable one of thoroughly genuine work, in these days, whether poetry or painting; but what added to the singularity in this ease was that coarse heartlessness was even more offended than polite heartlessness. Thus, Blackwood's Magazine,—which from the time that, with 389 grace, judgment, and tenderness peculiarly its own, it bid the dying Keats "back to his gallipots,"122 to that in which it partly arrested the last efforts, and shortened the life of Turner, had with an infallible instinct for the wrong, given what pain it could, and withered what strength it could, in every great mind that was in anywise within its reach; and had made itself, to the utmost of its power, frost and disease of the heart to the most noble spirits of England,—took upon itself to be generously offended at this triumphing over the death of England's enemy, because, "by proving that he is obliged to undergo the common lot of all, his brotherhood is at once reasserted."123 He was not, then, a brother while he was alive? or is our brother's blood in general not to be acknowledged by us till it rushes up against us from the ground? I know that this is a common creed, whether a peculiarly wise or Christian one may be doubted. It may not, indeed, be well to triumph over the dead, but perhaps it is less well that the world so often tries to triumph over the living. And as for exultation 390 over a fallen foe (though there was none in the mind of the man who drew that monarch dead), it may be remembered that there have been worthy persons, before now, guilty of this great wickedness,—nay, who have even fitted the words of their exultation to timbrels, and gone forth to sing them in dances. There have even been those—women, too,—who could make a mock at the agony of a mother weeping over her lost son, when that son had been the enemy of their country; and their mock has been preserved, as worthy to be read by human eyes. "The mother of Sisera looked out at a window. 'Hath he not sped?'" I do not say this was right, still less that it was wrong; but only that it would be well for us if we could quit our habit of thinking that what we say of the dead is of more weight than what we say of the living. The dead either know nothing, or know enough to despise both us and our insults, or adulation.
There were some things to regret in how the design was carried out, but the idea was a grand one; the memory of the words spoken and their response could hardly have been captured in a more striking way for the people. I believe that for everyone used to serious forms of art, it held a deep and touching lesson. The notable aspect, however, was that it upset all those not taking things seriously and was loudly criticized by the polite formalities of society. This seems to be the almost unavoidable fate of truly genuine work these days, whether it’s poetry or painting; but what made this situation unique was that coarse insensitivity was even more offended than polite insensitivity. Thus, Blackwood's Magazine — which, from the time it gracefully, thoughtfully, and tenderly told the dying Keats to "go back to his gallipots,"122 to the point where it partly halted the last efforts and shortened the life of Turner — had an unerring instinct for what was wrong, causing as much pain as it could and weakening the brilliance in every great mind it touched; and it had, to the best of its ability, become a source of frost and disease of the heart for the noblest spirits of England — took it upon itself to be generously offended at this victory over the death of England's enemy, claiming, "by proving that he has to face the same fate as everyone else, his connection to us as brothers is reaffirmed."123 Was he not a brother while he was alive? Or are we not to acknowledge our brother's blood until it spills onto the ground? I know this is a common belief, though whether it’s particularly wise or Christian is debatable. It may not be wise to celebrate over the dead, but perhaps it’s even less wise for the world to often try to gloat over the living. And as for rejoicing over a fallen foe (even though there was none in the mind of the artist who depicted that dead monarch), it’s worth remembering that there have been noble people who have committed this great wrongdoing before—yes, even those who have fit the words of their triumph to drums and gone off to sing them in dances. There have even been women who mocked the pain of a mother mourning for her lost son, especially if that son was an enemy of their country; and their mockery has been preserved as worthy of being read by human eyes. "The mother of Sisera looked out at a window. 'Has he not returned?'" I’m not saying this was right, much less that it was wrong; but it would serve us well to stop thinking that what we say about the dead carries more weight than what we say about the living. The dead either know nothing or know enough to look down on us and our insults or flattery.
"Well, but," it is answered, "there will always be this weakness in our human nature; we shall for ever, in spite of reason, take pleasure in doing funereal honor to the corpse, and writing sacredness to memory upon marble." Then, if you are to do this,—if you are to put off your kindness until death,—why not, in God's name, put off also your enmity? and if you choose to write your lingering affections upon stones, wreak also your delayed anger upon clay. This would be just, and, in the last case, little as you think it, generous. The true baseness is in the bitter reverse—the strange iniquity of our folly. Is a man to be praised, honored, pleaded for? It might do harm to praise or plead for him while he lived. Wait till he is dead. Is he to be maligned, dishonored, and discomforted? See that you do it while he is alive. It would be too ungenerous to slander him when he could feel malice no more; too contemptible to try to hurt him when he was past anguish. Make yourselves busy, ye unjust, ye lying, ye hungry for pain! Death is near. This is your hour, and the power of darkness. Wait, ye just, ye merciful, ye faithful in love! Wait but for a little while, for this is not your rest.
"Well, but," someone responds, "there's always going to be this weakness in our human nature; we will forever, despite reason, find joy in honoring the dead and engraving memories on marble." Then, if you're going to do this—if you're going to save your kindness for after death—why not, for God's sake, also delay your hostility? And if you decide to inscribe your enduring affection on stones, why not unleash your postponed anger on clay as well? This would be fair, and, in the end, as little as you might think it, generous. The real disgrace lies in the bitter opposite—the strange injustice of our foolishness. Is a person worthy of praise, honor, or advocacy? It might harm him to praise or defend him while he's alive. So wait until he’s dead. Is he to be slandered, disrespected, and made to suffer? Make sure you do it while he’s alive. It would be too unkind to defame him when he can no longer feel malice; too despicable to try to hurt him when he’s beyond pain. Get busy, you unjust, you liars, you who crave pain! Death is coming. This is your moment, the time of darkness. Wait, you just, you compassionate, you faithful in love! Just wait a little longer, for this is not your rest.
"Well, but," it is still answered, "is it not, indeed, ungenerous to speak ill of the dead, since they cannot defend themselves?"
"Well, but," it is still answered, "is it not, indeed, unfair to speak ill of the dead, since they cannot defend themselves?"
Why should they? If you speak ill of them falsely, it concerns 391 you, not them. Those lies of thine will "hurt a man as thou art," assuredly they will hurt thyself; but that clay, or the delivered soul of it, in no wise. Ajacean shield, seven-folded, never stayed lance-thrust as that turf will, with daisies pied. What you say of those quiet ones is wholly and utterly the world's affair and yours. The lie will, indeed, cost its proper price and work its appointed work; you may ruin living myriads by it,—you may stop the progress of centuries by it,—you may have to pay your own soul for it,—but as for ruffling one corner of the folded shroud by it, think it not. The dead have none to defend them! Nay, they have two defenders, strong enough for the need—God, and the worm.
Why should they? If you speak badly about them untruthfully, it affects you, not them. Those lies will "hurt a man as you are," and they will certainly hurt you; but that person, or their spirit, in no way. An Ajacean shield, seven layers thick, has never stopped a spear thrust like that ground will, with its speckled daisies. What you say about those quiet ones is completely the concern of the world and yours. The lie will indeed come with its consequences and do its intended damage; you might ruin countless lives with it—you might halt the progress of centuries with it—you might even have to pay for it with your own soul—but as for disturbing even a bit of the tightly wrapped shroud because of it, don’t think so. The dead have no one to defend them! No, they have two defenders strong enough for the need—God and the worm.
II. Rock Cleavage.
II. Rock Crevices.
I am well aware how insufficient, and, in some measure, how disputable, the account given in the preceding chapters of the cleavages of the slaty crystallines must appear to geologists. But I had several reasons, good or bad as they may be, for treating the subject in such a manner. The first was, that considering the science of the artist as eminently the science of aspects (see Vol. III. Chap. XVII. § 43), I kept myself in all my investigations of natural objects as much as possible in the state of an uninformed spectator of the outside of things, receiving simply what impressions the external phenomena first induce. For the natural tendency of accurate science is to make the possessor of it look for, and eminently see, the things connected with his special pieces of knowledge; and as all accurate science must be sternly limited, his sight of nature gets limited accordingly. I observed that all our young figure-painters were rendered, to all intents and purposes, blind by their knowledge of anatomy. They saw only certain muscles and bones, of which they had learned the positions by rote, but could not, on account of the very prominence in their minds of these bits of fragmentary knowledge, see the real movement, color, rounding, or any other subtle quality of the human form. And I was quite sure that if I examined the mountain anatomy scientifically, I should go 392 wrong, in like manner, touching the external aspects. Therefore in beginning the inquiries of which the results are given in the preceding pages, I closed all geological books, and set myself, as far as I could, to see the Alps in a simple, thoughtless, and untheorizing manner; but to see them, if it might be, thoroughly. If I am wrong in any of the statements made after this kind of examination, the very fact of this error is an interesting one, as showing the kind of deception which the external aspects of hills are calculated to induce in an unprejudiced observer; but, whether wrong or right, I believe the results I have given are those which naturally would strike an artist, and ought to strike him, just as the apparently domical form of the sky, and radiation of the sun's light, ought to be marked by him as pictorial phenomena, though the sky is not domical, and though the radiation of sunbeams is a perspective deception. There are, however, one or two points on which my opinions might seem more adverse to the usual positions of geologists than they really are, owing to my having left out many qualifying statements for fear of confusing the reader. These I must here briefly touch upon. And, first, I know that I shall be questioned for not having sufficiently dwelt upon slaty cleavages running transversely across series of beds, and for generally speaking as if the slaty crystalline rocks were merely dried beds of micaceous sand, in which the flakes of mica naturally lay parallel with the beds, or only at such an angle to them as is constantly assumed by particles of drift. Now the reason of this is simply that my own mountain experience has led me always among rocks which induced such an impression; that, in general, artists seeking for the noblest hill scenery, will also get among such rocks, and that therefore I judged it best to explain their structure completely, merely alluding (in Chap. X. § 7) to the curious results of cross cleavage among the softer slates, and leaving the reader to pursue the inquiry, if he cared to do so; although, in reality, it matters very little to the artist whether the slaty cleavage be across the beds or not, for to him the cleavage itself is always the important matter, and the stratification, if contrary to it, is usually so obscure as to be naturally, and therefore properly, lost sight of. And touching the disputed question whether the micaceous arrangements of metamorphic 393 rocks are the results of subsequent crystallization, or of aqueous deposition, I had no special call to speak: the whole subject appeared to me only more mysterious the more I examined it; but my own impressions were always strongly for the aqueous deposition; nor in such cases as that of the beds of the Matterhorn (drawn in Plate 39), respecting which, somewhat exceptionally, I have allowed myself to theorize a little, does the matter appear to me disputable.
I know how inadequate and somewhat questionable the explanation in the previous chapters about the slaty crystallines must seem to geologists. However, I had several reasons, whether valid or not, for addressing the topic in this way. Firstly, considering the artist's approach as fundamentally the science of aspects (see Vol. III. Chap. XVII. § 43), I aimed to keep myself as much as possible in a fresh, uninformed perspective while studying natural objects, simply receiving the impressions that the external phenomena provoked. The natural tendency of precise science is to make its holder focus on, and primarily see, the elements tied to their specialized knowledge; since accurate science is necessarily limited, this narrows their view of nature as well. I noticed that many of our budding figure painters became, for all practical purposes, blind because of their anatomical knowledge. They could only see certain muscles and bones, which they had memorized, but due to the dominance of this fragmented knowledge in their minds, they couldn't perceive the true movement, color, rounding, or any other subtle qualities of the human form. I was certain that if I scientifically analyzed mountain structures, I'd mistakenly approach the external aspects in the same way. So, when I started the investigations that led to the findings presented in the preceding pages, I set aside all geological texts and aimed to view the Alps in a straightforward, unthinking, and untheorized way, but to see them thoroughly, if possible. If I make any mistakes in the statements following this kind of examination, the errors themselves are interesting as they highlight the type of misperception that the external features of mountains can create in an unbiased observer; but whether I’m wrong or right, I believe the findings I’ve shared would naturally catch an artist's attention, and should catch it, just like the seemingly domical shape of the sky and the rays of sunlight are phenomena that should be recognized, even though the sky isn’t actually domical, and the sunlight’s rays create an optical illusion. However, there are a couple of points where my views might seem more at odds with common geological beliefs than they actually are, due to my omission of many qualifying statements in order to avoid confusing the reader. I need to briefly address these here. First, I know I’ll be questioned for not discussing enough the slaty cleavages that run across layers of rock beds, and for generally suggesting that the slaty crystalline rocks are just dried layers of micaceous sand, where the mica flakes lie parallel to the layers, or only at angles typically formed by drifting particles. The reason for this is that my personal experiences in the mountains have always led me to rocks that created that impression; in general, artists looking for the most impressive hillscapes will also encounter such rocks, so I thought it best to explain their structure fully, only briefly mentioning (in Chap. X. § 7) the fascinating effects of cross-cleavage in softer slates, leaving it to the reader to explore further if they wished; although, honestly, it matters very little to the artist whether the slaty cleavage runs across the layers or not, because to them, the cleavage itself is consistently the main focus, and if it contradicts the stratification, that contrast is usually so subtle that it’s naturally, and rightly, overlooked. Regarding the debated issue of whether the micaceous arrangements in metamorphic rocks are due to later crystallization or water deposition, I had no particular reason to address it: the more I looked into it, the more mysterious it seemed to me; yet my impressions always leaned strongly towards water deposition; nor do the circumstances concerning the layers of the Matterhorn (depicted in Plate 39) seem disputable to me, where I've allowed myself to theorize a bit, somewhat unusually.
And I was confirmed in this feeling by De Saussure; the only writer whose help I did not refuse in the course of these inquiries. His I received for this reason,—all other geological writers whose works I had examined were engaged in the maintenance of some theory or other, and always gathering materials to support it. But I found Saussure had gone to the Alps as I desired to go myself, only to look at them, and describe them as they were, loving them heartily—loving them, the positive Alps, more than himself, or than science, or than any theories of science; and I found his descriptions, therefore, clear, and trustworthy; and that when I had not visited any place myself, Saussure's report upon it might always be received without question.
And I felt the same way as De Saussure; he was the only writer whose help I accepted during these inquiries. I valued his work for this reason—every other geological writer I had read was focused on supporting some theory or another, always collecting evidence to back it up. But I found that Saussure went to the Alps just like I wanted to, only to see them and describe them as they were, genuinely loving them—the real Alps—more than himself, science, or any scientific theories. Because of this, I found his descriptions to be clear and reliable; when I hadn’t visited a place myself, I could always trust Saussure’s accounts of it without hesitation.
Not but that Saussure himself has a pet theory, like other human beings; only it is quite subordinate to his love of the Alps: He is a steady advocate of the aqueous crystallization of rocks, and never loses a fair opportunity of a blow at the Huttonians; but his opportunities are always fair, his description of what he sees is wholly impartial; it is only when he gets home and arranges his papers that he puts in the little aqueously inclined paragraphs, and never a paragraph without just cause. He may, perhaps, overlook the evidence on the opposite side; but in the Alps the igneous alteration of the rocks, and the modes of their upheaval, seem to me subjects of intense difficulty and mystery, and as such Saussure always treats them; the evidence for the original deposition by water of the slaty crystallines appears to him, as it does to me, often perfectly distinct.
Not that Saussure doesn’t have his own favorite theory, like anyone else; it’s just that it’s completely secondary to his love of the Alps. He’s a strong supporter of the idea that rocks crystallize in water and never misses a chance to take a jab at the Huttonians; but his chances are always fair, and his descriptions of what he observes are entirely unbiased. It’s only when he gets home and organizes his notes that he includes the little water-friendly paragraphs, and he never adds a paragraph without good reason. He might, perhaps, overlook evidence on the opposing side; but in the Alps, the volcanic changes in the rocks and how they were pushed up seem to me to be incredibly challenging and mysterious topics, and Saussure always addresses them as such. The evidence for the original deposition of the slaty crystallines by water appears to both him and me to be often perfectly clear.
Now, Saussure's universal principle was exactly the one on which I have founded my account of the slaty crystallines:—"Fidèle à mon principle, de ne regarder comme des couches, 394 dans les montagnes schisteuses, que les divisions parallèles aux feuillets des schistes dont elles sont composées."—Voyages, § 1747. I know that this is an arbitrary, and in some cases an assuredly false, principle; but the assumption of it by De Saussure proves all that I want to prove,—namely, that the beds of the slaty crystallines are in the Alps in so large a plurality of instances correspondent in direction to their folia, as to induce even a cautious reasoner to assume such correspondence to be universal.
Now, Saussure's universal principle was exactly the one on which I based my account of the slaty crystallines:—"In line with my principle, I only consider layers in the schist mountains as those divisions that are parallel to the sheets of schist they are made up of."—Voyages, § 1747. I know this is an arbitrary and, in some cases, certainly incorrect principle; however, De Saussure's adoption of it proves my point—that the layers of the slaty crystallines in the Alps, in many instances, align in direction with their folia, leading even a cautious thinker to consider such alignment as universal.
The next point, however, on which I shall be opposed, is one on which I speak with far less confidence, for in this Saussure himself is against me,—namely, the parallelism of the beds sloping under the Mont Blanc. Saussure states twice, §§ 656, 677, that they are arranged in the form of a fan. I can only repeat that every measurement and every drawing I made in Chamouni led me to the conclusions stated in the text, and so I leave the subject to better investigators; this one fact being indisputable, and the only one on which for my purpose it is necessary to insist, that, whether in Chamouni the beds be radiant or not, to an artist's eye they are usually parallel; and throughout the Alps no phenomenon is more constant than the rounding of surfaces across the extremities of beds sloping outwards, as seen in my plates 37, 40, and 48, and this especially in the most majestic mountain masses. Compare De Saussure of the Grimsel, § 1712: "Toujours il est bien remarquable que ces feuillets, verticaux au sommet, s'inclinent ensuite, comme à Chamouni, contre le dehors de la montagne:" and again of the granite at Guttannen, § 1679: "Ces couches ne sont pas tout-a-fait verticales; elles s'appuyent un peu contre le Nord-Est, ou, comme à Chamouni, contre le dehors de la montagne." Again, of the "quartz micacé" of Zumloch, § 1723: "Ces rochers sont en couches à peu près verticales, dont les plans courent du Nord-Est au Sud-Ouest, en s'appuyant, suivant l'usage, contre l'extérieur de la montagne, ou contre la vallée." Again, on the Pass of the Griés, § 1738: "Le rocher présente des couches d'un schiste micacé rayé comme une étoffe; comme de l'autre côté ils surplombent vers le dehors de la montagne." Without referring to other passages I think Saussure's simple words, "suivant l'usage," are enough to justify my statement in 395 Chap. XIV. § 3; only the reader must of course always remember that every conceivable position of beds takes place in the Alps, and all I mean to assert generally is, that where the masses are most enormous and impressive, and formed of slaty crystalline rocks, there the run of the beds up, as it were, from within the mountain to its surface, will, in all probability, become a notable feature in the scene as regarded by an artist. One somewhat unusual form assumed by horizontal beds of slaty crystallines, or of granite, is described by Saussure with unusual admiration; and the passage is worth extracting, as bearing on the terraced ideal of rocks in the middle ages. The scene is in the Val Formazza.
The next point I'll oppose, however, is one I speak about with much less certainty, since Saussure himself disagrees with me—specifically, the parallel arrangement of the layers sloping under Mont Blanc. Saussure states twice, §§ 656, 677, that they are arranged like a fan. I can only emphasize that every measurement and drawing I made in Chamouni led me to the conclusions mentioned in the text, so I’ll leave the topic to more qualified researchers; this one fact is indisputable and the only one I need to emphasize for my purposes: whether the layers in Chamouni are radiant or not, they typically appear parallel to an artist’s eye; and throughout the Alps, no phenomenon is more consistent than the rounding of surfaces across the edges of layers sloping outward, as shown in my plates 37, 40, and 48, especially in the most majestic mountain ranges. Compare De Saussure's observations of the Grimsel, § 1712: "It is always remarkable that these sheets, vertical at the summit, then incline, as in Chamouni, against the outside of the mountain"; and again regarding the granite at Guttannen, § 1679: "These layers are not quite vertical; they lean slightly against the Northeast, or, as in Chamouni, against the outside of the mountain." Again, about the "mica quartz" of Zumloch, § 1723: "These rocks are arranged in roughly vertical layers, whose planes extend from the Northeast to the Southwest, leaning, as is usual, against the outside of the mountain, or toward the valley." Again, on the Pass of the Griés, § 1738: "The rock presents layers of striped mica schist like fabric; on the other side, they overhang toward the outside of the mountain." Without referring to other passages, I think Saussure's simple words, "as is usual," are enough to support my statement in 395 Chap. XIV. § 3; however, readers must always remember that every imaginable position of layers occurs in the Alps, and what I intend to assert generally is that where the masses are the most enormous and impressive, and made up of slaty crystalline rocks, the direction of the layers rising, as it were, from within the mountain to its surface, will likely become a notable feature in the scene as seen by an artist. One somewhat unusual shape taken on by horizontal layers of slaty crystalline rocks or granite is described by Saussure with remarkable admiration; this passage is worth highlighting as it relates to the terraced ideal of rocks in the Middle Ages. The scene is set in the Val Formazza.
"Indépendamment de l'intérêt que ces couches présentent au géologiste sous un nombre de rapports qu'il seroit trop long et peut-être inutile de détailler, elles présentent même pour le peintre, un superbe tableau. Je n'ai jamais vu de plus beaux rochers et distribués en plus grandes masses; ici, blancs; là, noircis par les lichens; là, peints de ces belles couleurs variées, que nous admirions au Grimsel, et entremêlés d'arbres, dont les uns couronnent le faîte de la montagne, et d'autres sont inégalement jetés sur les corniches qui en séparent les couches. Vers le bas de la montagne l'œil se repose sur de beaux vergers, dans des prairies dont le terrein est inégal et varié, et sur de magnifiques chàtaigniers, dont les branches étendues ombragent les rochers contre lesquels ils croissent. En général, ces granits en couches horizontals redent ce pays charmant; car, quoiqu'il y ait, comme je l'ai dit, des couches qui forment des saillies, cependant elles sont pour l'ordinaire arrangées en gradins, ou en grandes assises posées en reculement les unes derrière les autres, et les bords de ces gradins sont couverts de la plus belle verdure, et d'arbres distribués de la manière la plus pittoresque. On voit è mme des montagnes très-élevées, qui out la forme de pain de sucre, et qui sont entourées et couronnées jusqu'à leur sommet, de guirlandes d'arbres assis sur les intervalles des couches, et qui forment l'effet du monde le plus singulier."-Voyages, § 1758.
"Regardless of the interest these layers hold for geologists in numerous ways that would be too lengthy and possibly unnecessary to detail, they also offer the painter a stunning panorama. I've never seen more beautiful rocks grouped in larger masses; here, they're white; there, darkened by lichens; elsewhere, painted with those gorgeous varied colors we admired at the Grimsel, interspersed with trees, some crowning the mountain peak, while others are unevenly scattered along the ledges that separate the layers. Lower down the mountain, the eye rests on beautiful orchards, in meadows with uneven and varied terrain, and on magnificent chestnut trees whose wide branches shade the rocks against which they grow. In general, these horizontally layered granites enhance this charming land; while, as I mentioned, some layers form outcrops, they are usually arranged in steps or large blocks set back from one another, and the edges of these steps are covered with the most beautiful greenery and trees arranged in the most picturesque way. You can even see very high mountains that are shaped like sugar loaves and are surrounded and crowned up to their summits with garlands of trees sitting in the gaps of the layers, creating the effect of a most singular world."-Voyages, § 1758.
Another statement, which I made generally, referring, for those qualifications which it is so difficult to give without confusing the reader, to this appendix, was that of the usually 396 greater hardness of the tops of mountains as compared with their flanks. My own experience among the Alps has furnished me with few exceptions to this law; but there is a very interesting one, according to Saussure, in the range of the Furca del Bosco. (Voyages, § 1779.)
Another statement I made generally, referencing those qualifications that are so hard to explain without confusing the reader, relates to this appendix. It was about the usual greater hardness of mountain tops compared to their sides. My own experience in the Alps has provided me with few exceptions to this rule; however, there is a very interesting one, according to Saussure, in the Furca del Bosco range. (Voyages, § 1779.)
Lastly, at page 186 of this volume, I have alluded to the various cleavages of the aiguilles, out of which one only has been explained and illustrated. I had not intended to treat the subject so partially; and had actually prepared a long chapter, explaining the relations of five different and important systems of cleavage in the Chamouni aiguilles. When it was written, however, I found it looked so repulsive to readers in general, and proved so little that was of interest even to readers in particular, that I cancelled it, leaving only the account of what I might, perhaps, not unjustifiably (from the first representation of it in the Liber Studiorum) call Turner's cleavage. The following passage, which was the introduction to the chapter, may serve to show that I have not ignored the others, though I found, after long examination, that Turner's was the principal one:—
Lastly, on page 186 of this book, I mentioned the different types of cleavages in the aiguilles, but only one has been explained and shown in detail. I hadn't planned to cover the subject so briefly; I had actually written a long chapter discussing the connections between five distinct and important cleavage systems in the Chamouni aiguilles. However, when I reviewed it, I realized it seemed unappealing to most readers and offered little interest even to specific ones, so I scrapped it, keeping only the description of what I might, perhaps fairly (from its first depiction in the Liber Studiorum), refer to as Turner's cleavage. The following passage, which served as the introduction to the chapter, may illustrate that I haven't overlooked the others, although after thorough examination, I found that Turner's was the main one:—
"One of the principal distinctions between these crystalline masses and stratified rocks, with respect to their outwardly apparent structure, is the subtle complexity and number of ranks in their crystalline cleavages. The stratified masses have always a simple intelligible organization; their beds lie in one direction, and certain fissures and fractures of those beds lie in other clearly ascertainable directions; seldom more than two or three distinct directions of these fractures being admitted. But if the traveller will set himself deliberately to watch the shadows on the aiguilles of Chamouni as the sun moves round them, he will find that nearly every quarter of an hour a new set of cleavages becomes visible, not confused and orderless, but a series of lines inclining in some one definite direction, and that so positively, that if he had only seen the aiguille at that moment, he would assuredly have supposed its internal structure to be altogether regulated by the lines of bed or cleavage then in sight. Let him, however, wait for another quarter of an hour, and he will see those lines fade entirely away as the sun rounds them; and another set, perhaps quite adverse to them and assuredly 397 lying in another direction, will as gradually become visible, to die away in their turn, and be succeeded by a third scheme of structure.
"One of the main differences between these crystalline masses and layered rocks, in terms of their visible structure, is the intricate complexity and variety of ranks in their crystalline cleavages. The layered masses always have a straightforward organization; their layers lie in one direction, and specific fissures and fractures of those layers lie in other easily identifiable directions, rarely more than two or three distinct directions of these fractures being recognized. But if the traveler takes the time to observe the shadows on the aiguille of Chamouni as the sun moves around them, he will notice that almost every fifteen minutes a new set of cleavages becomes visible, not chaotic or random, but a series of lines slanting in one clear direction, so distinctly that if he only saw the aiguille at that moment, he would definitely think its internal structure was completely shaped by the lines of bed or cleavage visible at that time. If he waits another fifteen minutes, he will see those lines completely disappear as the sun moves around them; and another set, perhaps entirely different and clearly in another direction, will gradually become apparent, only to fade in turn and be replaced by a third configuration of structure. 397
"These 'dissolving views' of the geology of the aiguilles have often thrown me into despair of ever being able to give any account of their formation; but just in proportion as I became aware of the infinite complexity of their framework, the one great fact rose into more prominent and wonderful relief,—that through this inextricable complexity there was always manifested some authoritative principle. It mattered not at what hour of the day the aiguilles were examined, at that hour they had a system of structure belonging to the moment. No confusion nor anarchy ever appeared amidst their strength, but an ineffable order, only the more perfect because incomprehensible. They differed from lower mountains, not merely in being more compact, but in being more disciplined.
"These 'dissolving views' of the geology of the aiguilles have often made me feel hopeless about ever being able to explain how they formed; but as I became more aware of the infinite complexity of their structure, one major fact stood out more prominently and wonderfully: that through this intricate complexity, there was always some authoritative principle evident. It didn't matter when the aiguilles were examined; at that moment, they had a structural system characteristic of that time. There was never any chaos or disorder among their strength, but an indescribable order, which was even more perfect because it was so complex. They were different from lower mountains, not just because they were more compact, but also because they were more disciplined."
"For, observe, the lines which cause these far-away effects of shadow, are not, as often in less noble rocks, caused by real cracks through the body of the mountain; for, were this so, it would follow, from what has just been stated, that these aiguilles were cracked through and through in every direction, and therefore actually weaker, instead of stronger, than other rocks. But the appearance of fracture is entirely external, and the sympathy or parallelism of the lines indicates, not an actual splitting through the rock, but a mere disposition in the rock to split harmoniously when it is compelled to do so. Thus, in the shell-like fractures on the flank of the Aiguille Blaitière, the rock is not actually divided, as it appears to be, into successive hollow plates. Go up close to the inner angle between one bed of rock and the next, and the whole mass will be found as firmly united as a piece of glass. There is absolutely no crack between the beds,—no, not so much as would allow the blade of a penknife to enter for a quarter of an inch;124 but such a subtle 398 disposition to symmetry of fracture in the heart of the solid rock, that the next thunderbolt which strikes on that edge of it will rend away a shell-shaped fragment or series of fragments; and will either break it so as to continue the line of one of the existing sides, or in some other line parallel to that. And yet this resolvedness to break into shell-shaped fragments running north and south is only characteristic of the rock at this spot, and at certain other spots where similar circumstances have brought out this peculiar humor. Forty yards farther on it will be equally determined to break in another direction, and nothing will persuade it to the contrary. Forty yards farther it will change its mind again, and face its beds round to another quarter of the compass; and yet all these alternating caprices are each parts of one mighty continuous caprice, which is only masked for a time, as threads of one color are in a patterned stuff by threads of another; and thus from a distance, precisely the same cleavage is seen repeated again and again in different places, forming a systematic structure; while other groups of cleavages will become visible in their turn, either as we change our place of observation, or as the sunlight changes the direction of its fall."
"For notice, the lines that create these distant effects of shadow are not, as often seen in less impressive rocks, caused by actual cracks running through the mountain. If that were the case, it would mean, as just stated, that these aiguilles were cracked all the way through in every direction, making them weaker, instead of stronger, than other rocks. But the appearance of a fracture is entirely external, and the symmetry of the lines suggests not a real splitting of the rock, but merely a tendency for the rock to split gracefully when forced to do so. For instance, in the shell-like fractures on the side of the Aiguille Blaitière, the rock is not really divided, as it seems, into successive hollow plates. Get close to the inner corner where one rock bed meets another, and the whole mass feels as tightly bonded as a piece of glass. There is absolutely no crack between the beds—not even large enough for the tip of a penknife to fit in by a quarter of an inch; but rather a fine predisposition to a symmetrical fracture deep within the solid rock, so that the next thunderbolt striking that edge will blast off a shell-shaped fragment or series of fragments, which will either break in line with one of the existing edges or in another line parallel to it. And yet this tendency to break into shell-shaped pieces running north and south is only typical of the rock at this particular location and at certain other spots where similar conditions have produced this peculiar characteristic. Just forty yards away, it will be equally determined to break in another direction, and nothing will change its mind. Forty yards further on, it will shift its alignment again, facing its layers in a different direction; and yet all these shifting whims are part of one grand continuous whim, only hidden for a time, like threads of one color in a patterned fabric interwoven with threads of another; thus from a distance, the same cleavage pattern is seen repeating itself in different places, creating a systematic structure, while other groups of cleavages will come into view as we change our vantage point or as the sunlight shifts its angle."
One part of these rocks, I think, no geologist interested in this subject should pass without examination; viz., the little spur of Blaitière drawn in Plate 29, Fig. 3. It is seen, as there shown, from the moraine of the Charmoz glacier, its summit bearing S. 40° W.; and its cleavage bed leaning to the left or S.E., against the aiguille Blaitière. If, however, we go down to the extremity of the rocks themselves, on the right, we shall 399 find that all those thick beams of rock are actually sawn into vertical timbers by other cleavage, sometimes so fine as to look almost slaty, directed straight S.E., against the aiguille, as if, continued, it would saw it through and through; finally, cross the spur and go down to the glacier below, between it and the Aiguille du Plan, and the bottom of the spur will be found presenting the most splendid mossy surfaces, through which the true gneissitic cleavage is faintly traceable, dipping at right angles to the beds in Fig. 3, or under the Aiguille Blaitière, thus concurring with the beds of La Côte.
One part of these rocks that I think any geologist interested in this topic should examine is the small spur of Blaitière shown in Plate 29, Fig. 3. As seen from the moraine of the Charmoz glacier, its peak is at S. 40° W.; and its cleavage bed tilts to the left or Southeast, against the aiguille Blaitière. However, if we go down to the end of the rocks on the right, we will find that the thick beams of rock are actually sawn into vertical timbers by other cleavages, sometimes so fine they almost look slaty, directed straight S.E., toward the aiguille, as if, if continued, it would cut right through; finally, crossing the spur and leading down to the glacier below, between it and the Aiguille du Plan, the base of the spur showcases the most beautiful mossy surfaces, through which the true gneissitic cleavage is faintly visible, dipping at right angles to the strata in Fig. 3, or beneath the Aiguille Blaitière, thus aligning with the layers of La Côte.
I forgot to note that the view of this Aiguille Blaitière, given in Plate 39, was taken from the station marked q in the reference figure, p. 163; and the sketch of the Aiguille du Plan at p. 187, from the station marked r in the same figure, a highly interesting point of observation in many respects; while the course of transition from the protogine into gneiss presents more remarkable phenomena on the descents from that point r to the Tapia, T, than at any other easily accessible spot.
I forgot to mention that the view of Aiguille Blaitière, shown in Plate 39, was taken from the station labeled q in the reference figure, p. 163; and the sketch of Aiguille du Plan at p. 187, was taken from the station marked r in the same figure, which is a very interesting observation point for many reasons; while the transition from protogine to gneiss shows more remarkable phenomena on the descent from that point r to the Tapia, T, than at any other easily reachable location.
Various interesting descriptions of granite cleavage will be found in De Saussure, chiefly in his accounts of the Grimsel and St. Gothard. The following summary of his observations on their positions of beds (1774), may serve to show the reader how long I should have detained him if I had endeavored to give a description of all the attendant phenomena:— "Il est aussi bien curieux de voir ces gneiss, et ces granits veinés, en couches verticales à Guttannen; mélangées d'horizontals et de verticales au Lauteraar; toutes verticales au Grimsel et au Griés; toutes horizontales dans le Val Formazza, et enfin pour la troisième fois verticales à la sortie des Alpes à l'entrée du Lac Majeur."
Various interesting descriptions of granite cleavage can be found in De Saussure, mainly in his accounts of the Grimsel and St. Gothard. The following summary of his observations on their bed positions (1774) may illustrate to the reader how long I would have kept him if I had tried to describe all the related phenomena:— "It is just as interesting to see these gneiss and veined granites in vertical layers at Guttannen; mixed with horizontal and vertical layers at Lauteraar; all vertical at Grimsel and Griés; all horizontal in Val Formazza; and finally vertical again at the exit of the Alps at the entrance of Lake Maggiore."
III. Logical Education.
III. Critical Thinking Education.
In the Preface to the third volume I alluded to the conviction, daily gaining ground upon me, of the need of a more accurately logical education of our youth. Truly among the most pitiable and practically hurtful weaknesses of the modern English mind, its usual inability to grasp the connection between 400 any two ideas which have elements of opposition in them, as well as of connection, is perhaps the chief. It is shown with singular fatality in the vague efforts made by our divines to meet the objections raised by free-thinkers, bearing on the nature and origin of evil; but there is hardly a sentence written on any matter requiring careful analysis, by writers who have not yet begun to perceive the influence of their own vanity (and there are too many such among divines), which will not involve some half-lamentable, half-ludicrous, logical flaw,—such flaws being the invariable consequence of a man's straining to say anything in a learned instead of an intelligible manner.
In the Preface to the third volume, I mentioned my growing belief in the need for a more logically sound education for our youth. One of the most unfortunate and damaging weaknesses of the modern English mindset is its common inability to understand the relationship between two ideas that have both opposing and connecting elements. This flaw is particularly evident in the vague responses that our religious leaders make to the objections posed by free-thinkers regarding the nature and origin of evil. There’s hardly a sentence written on any topic requiring careful analysis by authors who have yet to recognize the impact of their own pride (and there are far too many of these among religious leaders) that doesn't contain some sort of half-tragic, half-comical logical error—such errors being the inevitable result of someone trying to express themselves in a learned way instead of a clear one.
Take a sentence, for example, from J. A. James's "Anxious Inquirer:"—"It is a great principle that subjective religion, or in other words, religion in us, is produced and sustained by fixing the mind on objective religion, or the facts and doctrines of the Word of God."
Take a sentence, for example, from J. A. James's "Anxious Inquirer:"—"It's a key principle that subjective religion, or in other words, religion within us, is created and maintained by focusing our minds on objective religion, or the facts and teachings of the Word of God."
Cut entirely out the words I have put in italics, and the sentence has a meaning (though not by any means an important one). But by its verbosities it is extended into pure nonsense; for "facts" are neither "objective" nor "subjective"125 religion; they are not religion at all. The belief of them, attended with certain feelings, is religion; and it must always be religion "in us," for in whom else should it be (unless in angels; which would not make it less "subjective"). It is just as rational to call doctrines "objective religion," as to call entreaties "objective compassion;" and the only real fact of any notability deducible from the sentence is, that the writer desired earnestly to say something profound, and had nothing profound to say.
Cut entirely out the words I have put in italics, and the sentence has a meaning (though not by any means an important one). But by its verbosity, it turns into pure nonsense; for "facts" are neither "objective" nor "subjective"125 religion; they are not religion at all. The belief in them, along with certain feelings, is religion; and it must always be religion "in us," for in whom else should it be (unless in angels; which wouldn't make it less "subjective"). It's just as reasonable to call doctrines "objective religion" as to call requests "objective compassion;" and the only real fact of any significance that can be taken from the sentence is that the writer desperately wanted to say something profound but had nothing profound to say.
To this same defect of intellect must, in charity, be attributed many of the wretched cases of special pleading which we continually hear from the pulpit. In the year 1853, I heard, in Edinburgh, a sermon from a leading and excellent Presbyterian clergyman, on a subject generally grateful to Protestant audiences, namely the impropriety and wickedness of fasting. The preacher entirely denied that there was any authority for fasting 401 in the New Testament; declared that there were many feasts appointed, but no fasts; insisted with great energy on the words "forbidding to marry, and commanding to abstain from meats," &c., as descriptive of Romanism, and never once, throughout a long sermon, ventured so much as a single syllable that might recall to his audience's recollection the existence of such texts as Matthew iv. 2 and vi. 16, or Mark ix. 29. I have heard many sermons from Roman Catholic priests, but I never yet heard, in the strongest holds of Romanism, any so monstrous an instance of special pleading; in fact, it never could have occurred in a sermon by any respectable Roman Catholic divine; for the Romanists are trained to argument from their youth, and are always to some extent plausible.
To the same issue of intellect, we must, out of kindness, attribute many of the sad examples of special pleading we often hear from the pulpit. In 1853, I listened to a sermon by a prominent and good Presbyterian minister in Edinburgh on a topic that's usually well-received by Protestant crowds: the inappropriateness and wrongdoing of fasting. The preacher completely denied that there was any basis for fasting in the New Testament; he stated that there were many feasts prescribed, but no fasts; he passionately emphasized the words "forbidding to marry, and commanding to abstain from meats," etc., as representative of Romanism, and not once throughout his lengthy sermon did he so much as mention any verses that would remind his audience of texts like Matthew 4:2 and 6:16, or Mark 9:29. I've heard many sermons from Roman Catholic priests, but I've never encountered such a blatant case of special pleading, even in the strongest centers of Romanism; in fact, this would never have happened in a sermon by any respectable Roman Catholic theologian, as Roman Catholics are taught to argue from a young age and tend to be somewhat plausible.
It is of course impossible to determine, in such cases, how far the preacher, having conscientiously made up his mind on the subject by foregoing thought, and honestly desiring to impress his conclusion on his congregation, may think his object will be best, and even justifiably attained, by insisting on all that is in favor of his position, and trusting to the weak heads of his hearers not to find out the arguments for the contrary; fearing that if he stated, in any proportionate measure, the considerations on the other side, he might not be able, in the time allotted to him, to bring out his conclusion fairly. This, though I hold it an entirely false view, is nevertheless a comprehensible and pardonable one, especially in a man familiar with the reasoning capacities of the public; though those capacities themselves owe half their shortcomings to being so unworthily treated. But, on the whole, and looking broadly at the way the speakers and teachers of the nation set about their business, there is an almost fathomless failure in the results, owing to the general admission of special pleading as an art to be taught to youth. The main thing which we ought to teach our youth is to see something,—all that the eyes which God has given them are capable of seeing. The sum of what we do teach them is to say something. As far as I have experience of instruction, no man ever dreams of teaching a boy to get to the root of a matter; to think it out; to get quit of passion and desire in the process of thinking; or to fear no face of man in plainly asserting the ascertained result. But to say anything in a glib and 402 graceful manner,—to give an epigrammatic turn to nothing,—to quench the dim perceptions of a feeble adversary, and parry cunningly the home thrusts of a strong one,—to invent blanknesses in speech for breathing time, and slipperinesses in speech for hiding time,—to polish malice to the deadliest edge, shape profession to the seemliest shadow, and mask self-interest under the fairest pretext,—all these skills we teach definitely, as the main arts of business and life. There is a strange significance in the admission of Aristotle's Rhetoric at our universities as a class-book. Cheating at cards is a base profession enough, but truly it would be wiser to print a code of gambler's legerdemain, and give that for a class-book, than to make the legerdemain of human speech, and the clever shuffling of the black spots in the human heart, the first study of our politic youth. Again, the Ethics of Aristotle, though containing some shrewd talk, interesting for an old reader, are yet so absurdly illogical and sophistical, that if a young man has once read them with any faith, it must take years before he recovers from the induced confusions of thought and false habits of argument. If there were the slightest dexterity or ingenuity in maintaining the false theory, there might be some excuse for retaining the Ethics as a school-book, provided only the tutor were careful to point out, on first opening it, that the Christian virtues,—namely, to love with all the heart, soul, and strength; to fight, not as one that beateth the air; and to do with might whatsoever the hand findeth to do,—could not in anywise be defined as "habits of choice in moderation." But the Aristotelian quibbles are so shallow, that I look upon the retention of the book as a confession by our universities that they consider practice in shallow quibbling one of the essential disciplines of youth. Take, for instance, the distinction made between "Envy" and "Rejoicing at Evil" (φθὁνος and ὲπιχαίρκακία), in the second book of the Ethics, viz., that envy is grieved when any one meets with good-fortune; but "the rejoicer at evil so far misses of grieving, as even to rejoice" (the distinction between the good and evil, as subjects of the emotion, being thus omitted, and merely the verbal opposition of grief and joy caught at); and conceive the result, in the minds of most youths, of being forced to take tricks of words such as this (and there are too many of them in even the 403 best Greek writers) for subjects of daily study and admiration; the theory of the Ethics being, besides, so hopelessly untenable, that even quibbling will not always face it out,—nay, will not help it in exactly the first and most important example of virtue which Aristotle has to give, and the very one which we might have thought his theory would have fitted most neatly; for defining "temperance" as a mean, and intemperance as one relative extreme, not being able to find an opposite extreme, he escapes with the apology that the kind of person who sins in the other extreme "has no precise name; because, on the whole, he does not exist!"
It's clearly impossible to figure out, in these situations, how far the preacher, after carefully deciding on the topic by avoiding deeper thought and genuinely wanting to convince his audience, believes he can best achieve his goal—sometimes even justifiably—by emphasizing everything that supports his viewpoint and relying on the ignorance of his listeners not to discover the arguments against it; worried that if he presented, even in a balanced way, the considerations from the other side, he wouldn't have enough time to fairly convey his conclusion. Although I see this as fundamentally misguided, it is still an understandable and forgivable stance, especially for someone who knows how the public thinks; yet those thinking abilities largely owe their deficiencies to being poorly treated. But overall, looking at how speakers and instructors in the nation approach their roles, there is an almost endless failure in results due to the widespread acceptance of specialized reasoning as an art to be taught to young people. The primary thing we should teach our youth is to see—everything their God-given eyes are capable of witnessing. What we mainly do teach them is to say something. From what I've experienced in education, no one ever considers teaching a boy to get to the heart of an issue; to think it through; to remove passion and desire during the thought process; or to fear no one when clearly stating the conclusions they've reached. Instead, we teach them to say anything with flair and ease—to make something sound clever even if it isn’t—to overshadow the vague thoughts of a weak opponent and cleverly deflect the solid arguments of a strong one—to create pauses in speech for time to think and for evasion—and to sharpen malice into the most lethal weapon, shape professions into appealing facades, and disguise self-interest under the most beautiful pretexts—all these skills are explicitly taught as the essential arts of business and life. It’s oddly significant that Aristotle's Rhetoric is accepted in our universities as a textbook. Cheating at cards is certainly a low profession, but honestly, it would be smarter to publish a guide to a gambler's tricks and use that as a textbook than to make the art of crafting human speech and manipulating the dark corners of the human heart the primary study for our politically-minded youth. Further, while Aristotle's Ethics contains some clever discussions that might interest an older reader, they’re also absurdly illogical and full of sophistry, to the extent that if a young man reads them with any seriousness, it could take him years to recover from the confusion of thought and faulty argumentative habits they create. If there were any real skill in defending this flawed theory, one might justify keeping the Ethics as a textbook, provided that the teacher clearly points out from the beginning that the Christian virtues—loving with all one's heart, soul, and strength; fighting not as one who just beats the air; and doing with might whatever the hand finds to do—cannot be defined as "habits of choice in moderation." However, Aristotle's arguments are so shallow that I regard the inclusion of the book in our universities as an acknowledgment that they see training in superficial quibbling as a vital part of youth education. Take, for instance, the distinction made between "Envy" and "Rejoicing at Evil" (jealousy and ὲπιχαίρκακία) in the second book of the Ethics, which states that envy feels pain when someone else experiences good fortune; but "the person who rejoices at evil is so far from grieving that he even rejoices" (this distinction between good and evil as subject matters is completely overlooked, merely contrasting the words for grief and joy). Imagine the impact on most young people who are forced to take such word tricks (and there are far too many similar examples in even the 403 best Greek writers) as subjects for daily study and admiration; the theory of the Ethics itself is so fundamentally flawed that even clever wordplay can't cover it—indeed, it fails right at the start with Aristotle's first and, we would think, most fitting example of virtue; because while defining "temperance" as a middle ground and intemperance as one relative extreme, he cannot identify an opposite extreme and resorts to saying the opposite kind of person "has no precise name because, on the whole, he does not exist!"
I know well the common censure by which objections to such futilities of so-called education are met, by the men who have been ruined by them,—the common plea that anything does to "exercise the mind upon." It is an utterly false one. The human soul, in youth, is not a machine of which you can polish the cogs with any kelp or brickdust near at hand; and, having got it into working order, and good, empty, and oiled serviceableness, start your immortal locomotive at twenty-five years old or thirty, express from the Strait Gate, on the Narrow Road. The whole period of youth is one essentially of formation, edification, instruction, I use the words with their weight in them; intaking of stores, establishment in vital habits, hopes and faiths. There is not an hour of it but is trembling with destinies,—not a moment of which, once past, the appointed work can ever be done again, or the neglected blow struck on the cold iron. Take your vase of Venice glass out of the furnace, and strew chaff over it in its transparent heat, and recover that to its clearness and rubied glory when the north wind has blown upon it; but do not think to strew chaff over the child fresh from God's presence, and to bring the heavenly colors back to him—at least in this world.
I’m well aware of the usual criticism that objections to the so-called trivialities of education face from those who have been harmed by them—the common argument that anything helps to "exercise the mind." This argument is completely false. A young person’s soul is not a machine that you can just polish with whatever's available; and, once you've gotten it running smoothly, you can't expect it to launch an exceptional journey at twenty-five or thirty, racing out into the world from a narrow path. The entire period of youth is fundamentally about growth, development, and learning; I use these terms with their full meaning in mind. It’s about gathering knowledge and establishing crucial habits, hopes, and beliefs. Every moment is filled with potential—there’s not a single hour that doesn’t hold choices that can’t be revisited. It’s like taking a beautiful vase from a hot furnace and throwing chaff over it while it’s still warm, then trying to restore its clarity and brilliant colors after the cold wind has cooled it down; you can’t expect to throw chaff over a child just out of God’s presence and bring back the divine colors—at least not in this life.
120 Compare Stones of Venice, vol. iii. chap. iii. § 74.
120 Compare Stones of Venice, vol. iii. chap. iii. § 74.
121 Taken all in all, the works of Cruikshank have the most sterling value of any belonging to this class, produced in England.
121 Overall, Cruikshank's works have the highest value of any in this category produced in England.
122 "The notice in Blackwood is still more scurrilous; the circumstance of Keats having been brought up a surgeon is the staple of the jokes of the piece. He is told 'it is a better and wiser thing to be a starved apothecary than a starved poet.'"—Milnes' Life of Keats, vol. i. p. 200, and compare pp. 193, 194. It may perhaps be said that I attach too much importance to the evil of base criticism; but those who think so have never rightly understood its scope, nor the reach of that stern saying of Johnson's (Idler, No. 3, April 29, 1758): "Little does he (who assumes the character of a critic) think how many harmless men he involves in his own guilt, by teaching them to be noxious without malignity, and to repeat objections which they do not understand." And truly, not in this kind only, but in all things whatsoever, there is not, to my mind, a more woful or wonderful matter of thought than the power of a fool. In the world's affairs there is no design so great or good but it will take twenty wise men to help it forward a few inches, and a single fool can stop it; there is no evil so great or so terrible but that, after a multitude of counsellors have taken means to avert it, a single fool will bring it down. Pestilence, famine, and the sword, are given into the fool's hand as the arrows into the hand of the giant: and if he were fairly set forth in the right motley, the web of it should be sackcloth and sable; the bells on his cap, passing balls; his badge, a bear robbed of her whelps; and his bauble, a sexton's spade.
122 "The notice in Blackwood is even more scandalous; the fact that Keats was raised to be a surgeon is the main focus of the jokes in the piece. He is told 'it's better and wiser to be a starving apothecary than a starving poet.'"—Milnes' Life of Keats, vol. i. p. 200, and compare pp. 193, 194. It might be argued that I place too much importance on the harm of petty criticism; but those who think so have never truly grasped its impact, nor the meaning of that stern saying from Johnson (Idler, No. 3, April 29, 1758): "Little does he (who takes on the role of a critic) realize how many innocent people he drags into his own wrongdoing, by teaching them to be harmful without malice, and to repeat objections they don't understand." And genuinely, not only in this regard, but in everything, I believe there’s nothing more tragic or remarkable than the power of a fool. In worldly matters, there is no grand or good plan that it takes twenty wise people to advance just a bit, while a single fool can halt it; no evil so great or dreadful that, after many advisors have tried to prevent it, one fool can bring it down. Plague, famine, and war are given into the fool's hands just like arrows are given to a giant: and if he were properly portrayed in the right outfit, it would be a mix of sackcloth and black; the bells on his cap, bouncing balls; his badge, a bear without her cubs; and his prop, a sexton's spade.
123 By the way, this doubt of the possibility of an emperor's death till he proves it, is a curious fact in the history of Scottish metaphysics in the nineteenth century.
123 By the way, this uncertainty about whether an emperor can die until he proves it, is an interesting point in the history of Scottish philosophy in the nineteenth century.
124 The following extract from my diary refers to the only instance in which I remember any appearance of a spring, or welling of water through inner fissures, in the aiguilles.
124 The following excerpt from my diary talks about the one time I recall any sign of a spring or water bubbling up through inner cracks in the aiguilles.
"20th August. Ascended the moraine till I reached the base of Blaitière; the upper part of the moraine excessively loose and edgy; covered with fresh snow: the rocks were wreathed in mist, and a light sleet, composed of small grains of kneaded snow, kept beating in my face; it was bitter cold too, though the thermometer was at 43°, but the wind was like that of an English December thaw. I got to the base of the aiguille, however, one of the most grand and sweeping bits of granite I have ever seen; a small gurgling streamlet, escaping from a fissure not wide enough to let in my hand, made a strange hollow ringing in the compact rock, and came welling out over its ledges with the sound, and successive wave, of water out of a narrow-necked bottle, covering the rock with ice (which must have been frozen there last night) two inches thick. I levelled the Breven top, and found it a little beneath me; the Charmoz glacier on the left, sank from the moraine in broken fragments of nevè, and swept back under the dark walls of the Charmoz, lost in cloud."
20th August. I climbed the moraine until I reached the base of Blaitière; the upper part of the moraine was really loose and jagged, covered in fresh snow. The rocks were shrouded in mist, and a light sleet made up of tiny bits of packed snow kept hitting my face. It was bitterly cold, even though the thermometer read 43°, but the wind felt like an English December thaw. I managed to reach the base of the aiguille, which is one of the most impressive and sweeping pieces of granite I've ever seen. A small stream, trickling out of a crack that was too narrow for my hand, created a strange hollow echo in the solid rock and flowed over its edges with a sound and rhythm like water pouring from a narrow-necked bottle, covering the rock with ice that must have frozen there last night, two inches thick. I checked the height of Breven and found it slightly lower than me; the Charmoz glacier on the left descended from the moraine in broken chunks of snow and flowed back under the dark walls of Charmoz, disappearing into the clouds.
125 If these two unlucky words get much more hold in the language, we shall soon have our philosophers refusing to call their dinner "dinner," but speaking of it always as their "objective appetite."
125 If these two unfortunate words gain any more popularity in the language, we'll soon have our philosophers refusing to call their dinner "dinner," and always referring to it instead as their "objective appetite."
END OF THE FOURTH VOLUME.
END OF VOLUME FOUR.
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