text:  So he sends all artists ancient and modern to Mr Turner's country as "a magnificent statement all truth"--that is "impetuous clouds twisted rain flickering sunshine fleeting shadow gushing water and oppressed cattle"--yes more it wants repose and there it is--"High and far above the dark volumes of the swift rain-cloud are seen on the left through their opening the quiet horizontal silent flakes of the highest cirrus resting in the repose of the deep sky;" and there they are "delicate soft passing vapours " and there is "the exquisite depth and _palpitating_ tenderness of the blue with which they are islanded