given us blue, and purple pictures. I know 

 not whether Pouflin himfelf did not fometimes 

 fall into this fault. Nature's veil is always 

 pure, and tranfparent ; yet, tho in itfelf hardly 

 difcoverable, it will ftill give it's kindred 

 ting& to the features, which are feen through 

 it. 



We have now confidered incidental beauty as 



arifmg from the colder modifications of the air. 



We ufe the word colder, not in a phyfical, but 



in a picturefque fenfe, as productive only of 



fober colouring, unattended with any force of 



effect. We come now to a more illuftrious 



family of tints, the offspring of the fun. Thefe 

 are fertile fources of incidental beauty among 

 the woods of the foreft. The chara&eriftic of 



them is Jlrong eff'ett. Let us firft examine 



the incident of a rijing fun. 



The firft dawn of day exhibits a beautiful 



obfcurity. When the eaft begins juft to 



brighten with the reflections only of effulgence; 

 a pleafing, progreflive light, dubious, and 

 amufing, is thrown over the face of things. 

 A fingle ray is able to affift the pidlurefque 

 eye; which, by fuch (lender aid creates a 



thoufand 



