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flocks fcattered in every pleafing direction, 

 whilft the whole was bounded by the fea 

 and the dark retiring mountains. This, 

 from the great extent of the picture, is not 

 a fcene fitted for the pencil, though its 

 numerous beauties cannot fail in attracting 

 the attention of every lover of nature. 

 When we enter a rugged mountainous 

 fcene* where the {helving fides fcarcely 

 afford foil for vegetation, and where the 

 whole character is that of favage grandeur, 

 we are flruck with aftonifhment and awe ; 

 but, when nature prefents us with a fcene 

 like this, which feems to abound with 

 health, fertility, and happinefs, every nerve 

 vibrates to the heart the pleafure we re- 

 ceive. Here the pencil fails. 



I admire 



None more admires the painter's magic (kill, 

 Who mows me that which I mail never fee, 

 Conveys a diftant country into mine, 



F And 



