“Fragrant tissue of flowers, golden circlet of clouds, are only fair when they meet the fondness of human thoughts and glorify human visions of heaven.

“It is the leaning on this truth which more than any other has been the distinctive character of all my own past work.  And in closing a series of art-studies, prolonged during so many years, it may be perhaps permitted me to point out this specialty,—­the rather that it has been, of all their characters, the one most denied.  I constantly see that the same thing takes place in the estimation formed by the modern public of the work of almost any true person, living or dead.  It is not needful to state here the causes of such error; but the fact is indeed so, that precisely the distinctive root and leading force of any true man’s work and way are the things denied him.

“And in these books of mine, their distinctive character, as essays on art, is their bringing everything to a root in human passion or human hope.  Arising first not in any desire to explain the principles of art, but in the endeavor to defend an individual painter from injustice, they have been colored throughout, nay, continually altered in shape, and even warped and broken, by digressions respecting social questions, which had for me an interest tenfold greater than the work I had been forced into undertaking.  Every principle of painting which I have stated is traced to some vital or spiritual fact; and in my works on architecture the preference accorded finally to one school over another is founded on a comparison of their influences on the life of the workman,—­a question by all other writers on the subject of architecture wholly forgotten or despised.

“The essential connection of the power of landscape with human emotion is not less certain because in many impressive pictures the link is slight or local.  That the connection should exist at a single point is all that we need....  That difference, and more, exists between the power of Nature through which humanity is seen, and her power in the desert.  Desert,—­whether of leaf or sand,—­true desertness, is not in the want of leaves, but of life.  Where humanity is not and was not, the best natural beauty is more than vain.  It is even terrible; not as the dress cast aside from the body, but as an embroidered shroud hiding a skeleton.”

The volume, as a whole, will be found less dogmatic, calmer, more convincing, and more directly applicable to artistic judgment, than any of the others.  There is the same love of mysticism and undermeanings, but freighted with deeper and more central truths:  a charming conclusion to a fourteen-years’ diary of such study of Art and Nature, so severe, so unremitting, as never critic gave before.

Syntax of the Moods and Tenses of the Greek Verb. By W.W.  GOODWIN, Ph.D.  Cambridge:  Sever and Francis.

Grammarians had once a simple way of disposing of the subject on which Professor Goodwin has given us this elaborate treatise of three hundred pages.