No pen could do them justice; and, among painters, only the brush of a Corot could attempt their depicture without depriving them of their exquisite, their almost evanescent, softness.

The running of deep water in a linn.

Either then this vniuerſall grace is ſauing grace, (which cannot be, for then all men ſhould be ſaued by it, ſince all men are pertakers of it, as our Arminians affirme: yea, then grace it ſelfe againſt all rules of reaſon, ſhould be the cauſe and author of it ſelfe, ſince you make this vniuerſal grace the productrix, the efficient cauſe of ſauing grace, and ſo by conſequence of it ſelfe,) or elſe it cannot be author, the procurer of true ſauing grace, which ſo farre differs from it, both in kinde, and eminency.

But Perry, Cabrera and Campbell could hear the Masters bird choir tweeting (that’s 140 characters or less, ornithologically speaking) over the quiet of the gallery following them.