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while otluT parts of the wood, are mys- 

 teriously seen between their trunks and 

 branches. Instead of one strait walk or 

 road without any variation — uncer(din 

 tracks appear, wild and irregular as the 

 trees and thickets through, which they pass : 

 instead of one solemn mass of foliage, that 

 hides the sky and its effects — gleams of 

 light, issuing perhaps from stonny and por- 

 tentous clouds, shoot athwart the glades, 

 and, by discovering part of the recesses, 

 shew how deep the gloom is beyond. The 

 grandest of all landscapes, the San Pietro 

 Maitire of Titian, is in part a scene of this 

 kind. The assassination is committed a- 

 rnidst lofty trees, at the entrance of a forest; 

 a supernatural light fi'om a glory of angels, 

 is mixed in with the foliage and branches 

 of the trees, and conceals part of their sum- 

 mits ; two horsemen in armour, the one 

 turning his head back towards the assassins, 

 tlie other pushing forward, are seen at some 

 distance just entering the depth of the forest, 

 and forcibly carry the eye and the imagi- 

 nation, towards its dark and intricate re- 



