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formed in countless number. It is these fleeting effects that William Maris seeks, and so his subjects are endless. Though he really shows us the very meadows of Holland that he sees, yet is he an imaginative painter, and they come from his brush tinged with his own poetical sentiment. He is sometimes taken for a rigid realist, but they misunderstand him who do this. For no one could paint cattle and their grazing grounds, and the skies that overarch them, so simply, apparently, yet so suggestively, unless he were gifted with a very sympathetic imagination.

The work of William Maris has a certain family likeness, as it were, to that of his brother James. It has similar power, vigour, freshness, boldness, and fine colour, but each is individual. He does not paint the stormy skies, with tumultuous masses of clouds, that his brother delights in. His favourites are those of clear bright summer blue, and he uses in painting them innumerable shades of blue flecked over with a misty haze of almost invisible white. We learn from him that the clearest of blue Northern skies can only be We see this rendered in this way, if the artist would give also in Weissen

the true impression of the wondrous depths bruch's of the azure vault above us. A typical William pictures.

Maris sky is a creation of his own, with its airy clouds floating lightly as down in the blue expanse, phantom fleecy forms that look as if a breath would blow them away out of sight.

It must always be remembered that William Maris is a landscape painter. The soft oozy meadows into which the hoofs of the cows sink, the shallow waters near by shining white in the rays of the sun, the trees in their robes of summer green, all these are not intended as a background for the cattle merely, but are painted for their own intrinsic loveliness and importance. And very beautiful indeed are the landscapes he gives us, sparkling in colour and radiant with light and air.

He shows in his paintings something of the reticence of James Maris, but his is a less complex character than that of his more varied brother, and his nature is gentler and more sympathetic. His life seems to have little of the stress and fever of modern times. He

belongs to the earlier days Matthew Arnold tells of:

O born in days when wits were fresh and clear,
And life ran gaily on the sparkling Thames;
Before this strange disease of modern life
With its sick hurry, its divided aims,
Its heads o’ertax’d, its palsied hearts, was rife.”

“The Scholar Gypsy."

In fact, strange as it may appear, his way of looking at life seems more akin to that of the Greeks of old. They did not in their art worry over the meaning of things they could not understand. A beautiful thing was a joy to them; to the artist in its production, to the observer in his contentment with simply beholding and enjoying it.

“If eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for being."

“The
Rhodora."
R. W.
Emerson.

That was their way of looking at nature, and it is that also of William Maris. He is unlike them in showing us his own personal feelings in his pictures, which he very certainly does; but his happy and contented mental outlook belongs more to the past.

We gather, from his evident regard for living

creatures, that he would agree with Walt Whitman:

“Song of Myself.”

“I think I could turn and live with animals,

they are so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not lie awake in the dark, and weep

for their sins,
Not one is dissatisfied
Not one is respectable, or unhappy over the

whole earth.”

Yes! William Maris has also looked at them “long and long”; and he has now, through close study, and thorough acquaintance with their every mood, the power of reproducing them on canvas, with a few broad strokes of his brush, yet giving their very anatomy and construction, as these appear to the eye.

When we wish to escape from the “eternal sadness” so much about us, and which perhaps finds too much expression in art, we turn with joy to William Maris and his happy and healthy ideas of life, and from his sunny pastures and cool ponds there is wafted to us a breath of refreshing country air that brings peace and comfort in its train.

Like that of his fellow-artists, his work has

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