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heading in green ink: Le Lac

To pass to the delightful picture by Corot is to pass into a different world. We may still, perhaps, be reminded here and there of the world of the Old Masters, or at least one old master, for the grouping of the foliage and the sentiment of the composition cannot fail to recall the memory of Claude, but all else is changed. The tone of the picture has become luminous and fresh with the freshness of nothing, and the very pigment is handled in the way best calculated to suggest the rustling of the leaves, the shimmering of water, and the palpitation of the vaporous sky. Yet this feeling for nature, this sincere effort at rendering the very breath of nature's life, has not been allowed to oust or overbalance the necessity of making a beautiful picture. Corot's touch has not, it is true, the splendid confidence of Turner. nor the plastic

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