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true character, and is covered with ivy, thickly crowned with its winter 

 blossoms, should be removed. Nor have I in view the wild rambling rose, 

 weaving itself into the rigid thorn; nor the native woodbine, entwining 

 itself on the stem of the maple, and reaching to its very summit, its odori- 

 ferous blossoms filling the air with sweet perfumes. 



What I have said on the creation or dress of scenery, may seem to be 

 an attempt at fostering art and formality at the expense of nature. But it 

 is not so : at least my intention has been otherwise. I am desirous only 

 to establish a system most calculated to produce true beauty in Park Scenery, 

 and therefore to follow nature. But in cultivated ground, wildness is not 

 beauty; and although such affords the greatest pleasure in its proper place, 

 it becomes perplexing and tiresome when misplaced ; whilst a true balance 

 of composition, conveying a just idea of colour, position, and variety, and 

 ;i true admixture of animate and inanimate nature, afford never-palling 

 gratification. 



