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with peeping rocks, large mossy stones, 

 and all their soft and brilliant reflections, 

 that the eye lingers upon them : the two 

 banks seem as it were to protract their 

 meeting, and to form their junction in- 

 sensibly, they so blend and unite with each 

 other. In Mr. Brown's naked canals, no- 

 thing detains the eye a moment ; and the 

 two bare sharp extremities appear to cut 

 into each other. If in such productions 

 a near approach to mathematical exact- 

 ness were a merit instead of a defect, the 

 sweeps of Mr. Brown's water would be 

 admirable; for many of them seem not 

 to have been formed by degrees with the 

 spade, but scooped out at once by an im- 

 mense iron crescent, which after cutting 

 out the indented part on one side, was ap- 

 plied to the opposite side, and then reversed 

 to make the sweeps; so that in each sweep 

 the indented and the projecting parts, if 

 they could be shoved together, would fit 

 like the pieces of a dissected map*. 



* When I speak of Mr. Brown's artificial water, I in- 

 elude without much scruple ; the greater part of what has 



