no GILBERT WHITE OF SELBORNE 1733 



"[Oct.] 26. If a masterly landscape painter was to take 

 our hanging woods in their autumnal colours, persons un- 

 acquainted with the country, would object to the strength and 

 deepness of the tints, and would pronounce, at an exhibition, 

 that they were heightened and shaded beyond nature. 



" Wonderful and lovely to the Imagination are the colour- 

 ings of our woodland scapes at this season of the year. 



* The pale descending year, yet pleasing still, 

 A gentler mood inspires ; for now the leaf 

 Incessant rustles from the mournful grove, 

 Oft startling such as, studious, walk below, 

 And slowly circles thro' the waving air. 

 But should a quicker breeze amid the boughs 

 Sob, o'er the sky the leafy deluge streams ; 

 Till choak'd, and matted with the dreary shower, 

 The forest-walks, at every rising gale, 

 Koll wide the withered waste, and whistle bleak.' 



" Thomson's ' Autumn.' " 



On November 14th Mulso received a visit from 

 his old friend, who notes in his Journal — 



"Nov. 14. Winchester. Mr. Mulso's grapes at his pre- 

 bendal house are in paper bags but the daws descend from 

 the Cathedral, break open the bags, and eat the fruit. 



"Looked sharply for martins along the chalk-cliff at 

 Whorwel, but none appeared." 



The next day he went home again. He later 

 noted — 



"Dec. 5. Fetched some mulleins, foxgloves, and dwarf- 

 laurels from the high-wood and hanger; and planted them 

 in the garden. 



" [Dec] 27. Mr. Churton cameTfrom Oxford." 



