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shaven lawns and tufted pastures, dressed 

 parks and shaggy forests, neat buildings 

 and mouldering walls, Sec. Sec. as far as 

 they affect the senses only. In ail, our 

 landscape gardeners seem to work for the 

 touch rather than the sight. 



When harmony either in colour or sur- 

 face becomes absolute unity, it sinks into 

 what, in sound, we call monotony ; that is, 

 its impression is so languid and unvaried, 

 that it produces no farther irritation on 

 the organ than what is necessary for mere 

 perception; which, though never totally 

 free from either pleasure or pain, is so 

 nearly neutral, that by a continuation it 

 grows tiresome; that is, it leaves the organ 

 to a sensation of mere existence, which 

 seems in itself to be painful. 



If colours are so harsh and contrasted, 

 or the surface of a tangible object so point- 

 ed or uneven, as to produce a stronger or 

 more varied impression than the organ is 

 adapted to bear, the irritation becomes 

 painful in proportion to its degree, and 

 ultimately tends to its dissolution. 



