1810: AGED THIRTY-FIVE
A QUIET YEAR AND AN EARLY GOLDEN VISION
Enter an early golden vision.
The title in the catalogue is 'A Mountain Stream' and the official description runs: 'The torrent winds swiftly round the base of a rocky cliff surmounted by trees, and lashes itself into foam here and there as it flows over boulders in the river bed.' I know not where this attractive but somewhat hard golden vision was painted, but its date is certainly about 1810. What a simplification of vision and of title after such a medley as 'The Goddess of Discord choosing the Apple of Contention in the Garden of the Hesperides'; how reposeful is this unsophisticated statement of the seeing eye after the piled up incidents of 'Calais Pier.'
Plate XII. A Mountain Stream (about 1810) Tate Gallery
It would seem that Turner was in a reflective peace-with-the-world mood in this year, as indeed he had been since he painted the seventeen large 'beginnings' of riparian and rural oil-pictures mentioned in Chapter XV. To 1810 we may ascribe the placid 'Windsor' and the pastoral 'Abingdon' which was sold to Mr. G. Hibbert, and re-purchased by Turner at the Hibbert sale in 1829. It must have been an interesting sight to watch Turner re-purchasing his sold pictures, and taking them back to his cheerless gallery. In later years he owned three houses, two in Harley Street and one in Queen Anne Street, communicating mysteriously at the back, and leaving the corner building in other hands. The houses are now pulled down, and the tablet commemorating his residence is affixed to the new building of the Howard de Walden estate office in Queen Anne Street. It may have been about this period that Mrs. R—— and Mrs. H—— paid Turner the visit, an account of which was communicated to Thornbury by Mr. Rose of Jersey:—
'Two ladies, Mrs. R—— and Mrs. H—— once paid him a visit in Harley Street, an extremely rare (in fact, if not the only) occasion of such an occurrence, for it must be known he was not fond of parties prying, as he fancied, into the secrets of his ménage. On sending in their names, after having ascertained that he was at home, they were politely requested to walk in, and were shown into a large sitting-room without a fire. This was in the depth of winter; and lying about in various places were several cats without tails. In a short time our talented friend made his appearance, asking the ladies if they felt cold. The youngest replied in the negative; her companion, more curious, wished she had stated otherwise, as she hoped they might have been shown into his sanctum or studio. After a little conversation he offered them wine and biscuits, which they partook of for the novelty, such an event being almost unprecedented in his house. One of the ladies bestowing some notice upon the cats, he was induced to remark that he had seven, and that they came from the Isle of Man.'
The Wreck of the Minotaur on the Haak Sands' was a subject after his own heart. I have not seen this sea-piece, which Mr. Wyllie describes as the most 'splendid sea-picture that has ever been painted; the power of the waves and the littleness of man have never been so magnificently suggested.' That is high praise for a Turnerian sea-picture by a modern painter of the sea.