Whether thefe maladies in trees ever produce 

 beauty in adorned nature, I much doubt. Kent 

 was hardy enough even to plant a withered tree j 

 but the error was too glaring for imitation. 

 Objects in every mode of compoiition mould 

 harmonize; and all we venture to affert, is, 

 that thefe maladies are then only fources of 

 beauty either in the wild fcenes of nature, or 

 in artificial landfcape, when they are the ap- 

 pendages of fame particular mode of compofition. 



The laft, and moft beautiful of thofe difeafes, 

 which Mr. Lawfon afcribes to trees, is mofs. 

 This, it is true, is one of nature's minutiae ; 

 and in painting, touches not the great parts, 

 compofition and ejfetf. Nor is it of ufe in mere 

 drawing. But in coloured landfcape, it is 

 furely a very beautiful object of imitation. 

 The variety of molTes the green, which tinges 

 the trunk of the beech ; the brimftone-co- 

 loured, and black, which ftain the oak ; and 

 the yellow, which is frequently found on the 

 elm, and am, are among the moft beautiful 

 of thofe tints, which embellim the bark of 

 trees. 



I have often flood with admiration before 

 an old foreft-oak, examining the various tints, 

 which have enriched it's furrrowed Hem. The 



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