fun's difk jufl appear above a woody hill ; or 

 in Shakefpear's language, 



ftand tip-toe on the mifty mountain's top, 



and dart his diverging rays through the rifing 

 vapour. The radiance, catching the tops of 

 the trees, as they hang midway upon the 

 fhaggy fteep ; and touching here and there, 

 a few other prominent objects, imperceptibly 

 mixes it's ruddy tint with the furrounding 

 mills, fetting on fire, as it were, their upper 

 parts ; while their lower fkirts are loft in a 

 dark mafs of varied confufion ; in which trees, 

 and ground, and radiance, and obfcurity, arc 

 all blended together. When the eye is fortu- 

 nate enough to catch the glowing inftant, (for 

 it is always a vanishing fcene) it furnifhes an 

 idea worth treafuring among the choiceft 



appearances of nature. MifHnefs alone, 



we have obferved, occafions a confufion in 

 objects, which is often picturefque : but the 

 glory of the vifion depends on the glowing 

 lights, which are mingled with it. 



Landfcape-painters, in general, pay too little 

 attention to the difcriminations of morning, 

 and evening. We are often at a lofs to dif- 

 tinguifh in pictures, the rifing from the fetting 



fun ; 



