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...side, like the foliage of a stately tree. Ben AVevis rose to the west, white with the yet unwashed snows of winter, and as sharply defined in the clear...ran along the opposite hills ; all above was white, and all below was purple. They reminded me of the story, in which an old artist is described as tasking...

...thinner stratum of air, spread out equally on every side like the foliage of a stately tree. Ben Wevis rose to the west white with the yet unwasted snows...ran along the opposite hills ; all above was white and all below was purple." — Old Eed Sandstone, pp. 6, 7. giiissgglfS -««« ijK*»^- «=• * ....

...tree. Ben Wevis roee to the west, white with the yet unwastcd snows of winter, and as sharply denned in the clear atmosphere as if all its sunny slopes...ran along the opposite hills ; all above was white, and all below was purple." — Old Bed Sandstone, pp. 6, 7. In raising from its bed the large mass...

...thinner stratum of air, spread out equally on every side like the foliage of a stately tree. Ben-VVevis rose to the west white with the yet unwasted snows...the clear atmosphere as if all its sunny slopes and the blue retiring-hollows had been chiseled in marble. A line of snow ran along the opposite hills;...

...thinner stratum of air, spread out equally on every side, like the foliage of a stately tree. Ben Wcvis rose to the west, white with the yet unwasted snows...ran along the opposite hills; all above was white, and all below was purple. They reminded me of the pretty French story, in which an old artist is described...

...wide prospect of the bay and the opposite shore. There was not a wrinkle on the water, nor a cloud iu the sky, and the branches were as moveless in the...ran along the opposite hills ; all above was white, and all below was purple. They reminded me of the pretty French story, in which an old artist is described...

...thinner stratum of air, spread out equally on every side, like the foliage of a stately tree. Ben Wevis rose to the west, white with the yet unwasted snows of winter, and as sharply denned in the clear atmosphere as if all its sunny slopes and blue retiring hollows had been chiselled...

...thinner stratum of air, spread out equally on every side, like the foliage of a stately tree. Ben VVevis rose to the west, white with the yet unwasted snows...marble. A line of snow ran along the opposite hills ; nil above was white, and all below was purple. They reminded me of the pretty French story, in which...