duced between it's fpiry points, and the 

 round-headed oaks, and elms in it's neigh- 

 bourhood. When I fpeak however of the 

 Scotch fir as a beautiful individual, I conceive 

 it, when it has out-grown all the more un- 

 pleafant circumftances of it's youth when it 

 has compleated it's full age and when, like 

 Ezekiel's cedar, it has formed its bead among 

 the thick branches. I may be fingular in my 

 attachment to the Scotch fir : I know it has 

 many enemies : and that may perhaps induce 

 me to be more compaflionate to it : however I 

 wifh my opinion in it's favour may weigh 

 no more, than the reafons I give to fupport it. 



The great contempt indeed, in which the 

 Scotch fir is commonly held, arifes, I believe, 

 from two caufes. 



People object firft to it's colour. It's dark, 



murky hue, we are told, is unpleafing. With 



regard to colour in general, I think I fpeak the 

 language of painting, when I afTert, that the 

 picturefque eye makes little diflinction in this 

 matter. It has no attachment to one colour 

 in preference to another: but confiders the 

 beauty of all colouring, as refulting not from 

 the colours themfelves, but almoft intirely 

 from their harmony with other colours in 



their 



