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fome monotony, under the name of variety, 

 is one of the commoneft modes of planting. 

 In planting, we fliould certainly endeavour 

 at leaft to plant like nature, which gives 

 us the beft criterion of beauty. This alter- 

 nacy is a dired:, and ftudied oppofition to 

 all her pleafmg forms of compofition. It 

 not only fliews the hand of art ; but of 

 the moil taftelefs art. How much more 

 beautiful would fuch a ikreen appear, made 

 up of different kinds of trees in mafles of 

 each ; or in an indifcriminate mixture of 

 all together? 



The town of Lyndhurft makes a pi(flurefque 

 appearance, as we approach it ; but inftead 

 of entering it, we left it on the right -, and 

 turned abruptly into the road to Minfted. 

 The ground here is much varied. It is hilly, 

 broken, and wooded in clumps ; with cot- 

 tages here and there, interfperfed. Nothing 

 in the paftoral flile can be more pidlurefque. 



We have alfo extenfive views through 



the woods ; particularly a grand retrofped: 

 towards Southampton. But as we approach 

 Minfted, the woods fail : all becomes cul- 

 tivation ', 



