lifhed, was charafteriftic, harmonious, and 

 beautiful. 



The pleafing tranquility of groves hath ever 

 been in high repute among the innocent, and 

 refined part of mankind. 



-Groves were planted to confole at noon 



The penfive wanderer in their /hades. At eve 

 The moon-beam, fliding foftly in between 

 The fleeping leaves, is all the light he wants 

 For meditation . . . , . - 



Indeed no fpecies of landfcape is fo fitted for 

 meditation. The foreft attracts the attention 

 by it's grandeur' j and the park-fcene, by it's 

 beauty : while the paths through copfes, 

 dells, and thickets, are too clofe, devious, 

 interrupted, and often too beautiful, to allow 

 the mind to be at perfect reft. But the 

 uniform famenefs of the grove leaves the eye 

 difengaged j and the feet wandering at pleafure, 

 where they are confined by no path, want 

 little direction. The mind therefore undif- 

 turbed, has only to retire within itfelf. Hence 

 the philofopher, the devotee, the poet, all 

 retreated to thefe quiet recefles j and 



-from the world retired, 



Convex-fed with angels, and immortal forms.' 



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