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So home to supper, and after looking over some business in my chamber I to bed to my wife, who continues in bed in some pain still. This day I have a great barrel of oysters given me by Mr. Barrow, as big as 16 of others, and I took it in the coach with me to Mrs. Turner's, and give them to her.
His historical landscapes exhibit the most exquisite feeling for beauty of hues and effect of lighting, at the same time that he has the power of making them express the most varied moods of nature." Toward the last part of his life Turner's peculiarities increased; he became more morose, more jealous.
There may be much which memory has failed to recall upon a brief consideration." Perhaps a brief review of Dr. Turner's narrative may not be deemed inappropriate here.
It afterward came to America, and in New York was placed on public exhibition some thirty years ago. I believe, if I were reduced to rest Turner's immortality upon any single work, I should choose this.
They came back in ten minutes, reporting no change in Turner's condition. There was open grumbling among the men at the situation, but we were helpless. Burns and I decided to go on as if Turner were not on board, until he was in condition to take hold. We thought it best to bring up the bodies while all the crew was on duty, and then to take up the watches.
It was difficult to make the foreman hear above the noise of the water and the continual grinding of the logs, but Rafe yelled some warning and pointed toward the timber now almost upon Turner's foothold. The man shot a glance behind him. The butt of the driving log rose suddenly into the air as though it would crush him. Turner leaped to the far end of the log on which he stood.
Turner will see you, sir, if you and the lady will please to step in. Does this gentleman wish to accompany you?" "No," said Leonard, "he can stop here." Thereupon the clerk handed Otter a tall stool, on which the dwarf perched himself disconsolately. Then he opened the swing door and ushered Leonard and his wife into Mr. Turner's private room.
It was manifest that the loss of three precious minutes had made him too late. After a glance down into the street, he came back into the centre of the room and snatched up his hat from Turner's bare writing-table. He hurried to the door, but turned again, with his back against it, to face his companion, with the eyes usually so affable and sympathetic, ablaze for once with rage.
It brought him an introduction to the painter, whom he met when he was next in town, at Mr. Griffith's house. He knew well enough the popular idea of Turner as a morose and niggardly, inexplicable man. As he had seen faults in Turner's painting, so he was ready to acknowledge the faults in his character.
He gone, I mightily pleased with his kindness, I to the office, where busy till night, and then to Mrs. Turner's, where my wife, and Deb., and I, and Batelier spent the night, and supped, and played at cards, and very merry, and so I home to bed.
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