Show aall hod asino coming lo in nt at the doors or of the tho studio after weeks in the forest of ron fon taino bleau itis it Is difficult to realize its monotonous amplitude its endless reu red E t i t i 0 7 1 ot 0 f similar si milar prospects says tho the S saturday a t t i r d a y il review ev jew and yet as a forest t it has hag no surpassing beauty one may compare combar eit it with dartmoor dartmoor pared of its highest tors and set thickly with young trees growing close as the moss on a boulder it is a rolling upland with a scanty mantle ot of soil boll through the frequent gaps in which the broken gray boulders bowl ders of the naked earth sometimes rne rise in fantastic heaps sometimes line concavities con cavities a mile across or fringe the gaping liali of 0 long ravines like dartmoor the surface is arid and you may tramp miles and see never a pool and yet on every side bide you may descend from fro ir the forest by green valleys into green plains and find brooks leading miraculously from the dusty rocks to dip under tinder fringing willows it is to these thesa happy skirts of 0 the forest that the painters villages cling barbizon barbazon Bar bizon advertised verti sed by stevenson and now abandoned V to the cultured tourist cernay with its great village square marlotte arlotte SI smothered under masses of 0 lilacs like a child laughing in new mown hay moret on the seine with its tower flanked steep pitched bridge its mills find ruined castles and spreading river and a dozen others the simplest of 0 them turn austere faces to the solemn spaciousness of the forest but thir sweet gardens give access to the green comforts of the plain an image maybe of the artists themselves high unprofitable alms aims in the salon potboilers emerging and red wino wine coming in by the studio doors |