The thought, moreover, that always occurs in the presence of these good debatable pictures, is that any doubt as to their origin merely enriches this already over-rich period, since some one had to paint them.

Simon not pure becomes hardly less remarkable than Simon pure.
If only the Baby were more pleasing, this would be perhaps the most delightful picture in the world: as it is, its blues alone lift it to the heavens of delectableness.

By an unusual stroke of fortune a crack in the paint where the panels join has made a star in the tender blue sky.

The Tuscan landscape is very still and beautiful; the flowers, although conventional and not accurate like Luca's, are as pretty as can be; the one unsatisfying element is the Baby, who is a little clumsy and a little in pain, but diffuses radiance none the less.

And the Mother--the Mother is all perfection and winsomeness.