** Curse on the shrubbery's insipid scenes 

 Of tawdry fringe, encu-cling vapid greens!" 



By those who do not know the author's 

 situation in life, such a curse may perhaps 

 be attributed to the same spirit of discon- 

 tent, which laments that 



" Vain is the pomp of wealth, its splendid halls. 

 And vaulted roofs, sustain'd by marble walls j'* 



but it is evident to me, that the only 

 source of disgust excited in this gentle- 

 man's mind, on viewing the scenes im- 

 proved by Mr. Brown, proceeds from their 

 not being fit objects for representation 

 by the pencil. The painter turns with 

 indignation from the trim mown grass, 

 and swept gravel walk; but the gardener, 

 who knows his duty, w'lW remove such 

 unsightly weeds as offend the view from 

 a drawing-room window, although per- 

 fectly in harmony with the savage pride 

 and dignity of the forest; 



** Where every shaggy shrub, and spreading tree. 

 Proclaims the seat of native liberty." 



It would have been far more grateful 



