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Calm, Olmedo mark'd the scene",

Wake the sacred trumpet's breath, Calm he mark'd, and stepp'd between:

Pouring anguish, pouring death 13; “ Vain their rites and vain their pray'r,

Troops from every street repair, Weak attempts beneath your care;

Close them in the fatal snare; Warriors! let the wretches live!

Valiant as they are, they fy, Christians ! pity, and forgive !"

Here they yield, and there they die. Sudden darkness o'er them spread,

“ Cease the strife! 't is fruitless all, Glow'd the woods with dusky red;

Mexico at last must fall! Vast the idol's stature grew,

Lo! the dauntless band return, Look'd his face of ghastly hue,

Furious for the fight they burn! Frowning rage, and frowning hate,

Lo! auxiliar nations round, Angry at bis nation's fate;

Crowding o'er the darken'd ground! Fierce his fiery eyes he rollid,

Corses fill thy trenches deep; Thus his tongue the future told ;

Down thy temple's lofty steep Cortes' veterans paus'd to hear,

See thy priests, thy princes thrownWondring all, though void of fear:

Hark! I hear their parting groan! Mourn, devoted city, mourn!

Blood thy laké with crimson dyes, Mouro, devoted city, mourn!

Flames from all thy domes arise! Doom'd for all thy crimes to know

“ What are those that round thy shore Scenes of battle, scenes of woe!

Lanch thy troubled waters o'er? Who is he-O spare the sight!

Swift canoes that from the fight Rob'd in gold, with jewels bright?

Aid their vanquish'd monarch's flight; Hark! he deigns the crowd to call;

Ambush'd in the reedy shade, Chiefs and warriors prostrate fall 10.

Them the stranger barks invade; Rev'rence now to fury yields;

Soon thy lord a captive bends, Strangers o'er him spread your shields !

Soon thy far-fam'd empire ends '4; Thick the darts, the arrows, fly;

Otomèca sbares thy spoils, Hapless monarch! he must die!

Tlascalà in triumph smiles's. Mark the solemn funeral state

Mourn, devoted city, mourn! Passing through the western gate!

Mourn, devoted city, mourn! Chàpultèqua's cave contains

“ Cease your boast, О stranger band, Mighty Motezume's remains.

Conquerors of my fallen land! “ Cease the strife! alas, 't is vain !

Avarice strides your van before, Myriads throng Otumba's plain;

Phantom meagre, pale, and hoar ! Wide their feathery crests they wave,

Discord follows, breathing flame, All the strong and all the bravell,

Still opposing claim to claim '6; Gleaming glory through the skies,

Kindred demons, haste along! See the imperial standard Aies !

Haste, avenge my country's wrong in Down by force resistless torn;

Ceas'd the voice with dreadful sounds, Off in haughty triumph borne.

Loud as tides that burst their bounds; Slaughter heaps the vale with dead,

Roll'd the form in smoke away, Fugitives the mountains spread.

Amaz'd on earth th' exorcists lay; “ Mexico, 't is thine to know

Pondering on the dreadful lore, More of battle, more of woe!

Their course the Iberians downward bore; Bright in arms the stranger train

Their helmets glittering o'er the vale,
O'er thy causeways move again.

And wide their ensigns Auttering in the gale.
Bend the bow, the shaft prepare,
Join the breastplate's folds with care,
Raise the sacrificial fire,

to their idols a number of Spaniards, whom they Bid the captive youths expire" ;

had taken prisoners, and whose cries and groans

were distinctly heard in the Spanish camp, exciting 9 Bartholeme de Olmedo, chaplain to Cortes: sentiments of horrour and revenge in their surviving he seems to have been a man of enlarged ideas, companions. much prudence, moderation, and humanity.

13 The above author observes, that the sacred 10 Motezuma, who was resident in the Spanish trumpet of the Mexicans was so called, because it quarters when they were attacked by the Mexicans, was not permitted to any but the priests to sound it; proposed showing himself to the people, in order to and that only when they denounced war, and aniappease the tumult. At his first appearance he was mated the people on the part of their gods. regarded with veneration, which was soon exchanged 14 When the Spaniards bad forced their way to for rage, to the effects whereof he fell a victim. the centre of Mexico, Guatimozin, the reigning em

" Cortes, in his retreat from Mexico, after the peror, endeavoured to escape in his canoes across death of Motezuma, was followed and surrounded the lake; but was pursued and taken prisoner by by the whole collective force of the empire, in the Garcia de Holguin, captain of one of the Spanish plains of Otumba. After repelling the attacks of brigantines. his enemies on every side, with indefatigable valour, is The Otomies were a fierce, savage nation, he found himself overpowered by numbers; when, never thoroughly subdued by the Mexicans. Tlasmaking one desperate effort, with a few select cala was a powerful neighbouring republic, the friends, he seized the imperial standard, killed the rival of Mexico. general, and routed the army.

16 Alluding to the dissentions which ensued among " De Solis relates, that the Mexicans sacrificed the Spaniards after the conquest of America.

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But might thy genius, friend, an Eden frame,

Protuse of beauty, and secure from blame;
Where round the lawn might wind the varied way,
Now lost in glooni, and now with prospect gay;

Now screen'd with clumps of green, for wintry

Now edg'd with sunny banks for summer flow'rs;
Now led by crystal lakes with lilies dress’d,
Or where light temples court the step to rest-

Time's gradual change, or tempest's sudden rage,
From Whitby's rocks steep rising o'er the main, There with thy peace perpetual war would wage.
From Eska's vales, or Ewecot's lonely plain, That tyrant oak, whose arms so far o'ergrow,
Say, rove thy thoughts to Amwell's distant bow'rs, Shades some poor shrub that pines with drought
To mark how pass thy friend's sequester'd hours ?

below; “ Perhaps," think'st thou, “ he seeks his pleas- These rampant elms, those hazels branching wide, ing scenes

Crowd the broad pine, the spiry larix hide. Of winding walks, smooth lawns, and shady greens: That lilac brow, where May's unsparing hand Where China's willow hangs its foliage fair, Bade one vast swell of purple bloom expand, And Po's tall poplar waves its top in air,

Soon past its prime, shows signs of quick decay,
And the dark maple spreads its umbrage wide, The naked stem, and scanty-cover'd spray.
And the white bench adorns the bason side; Fierce Boreas calls, and Ruin waits bis call;
At morn reclin’d, perhaps, he sits to view

Thy fair catalpa's broken branches fall;
The bank's neat slope, the water's silver hue. Thy soft magnolia mourns her blasted green,

“ Where, midst thick oaks, the subterraneous and blighted laurel's yellowing leaves are seen. To the arch'd grot admits a feeble ray; (way But Discontent alone, thou ’lt say, complains Where glossy pebbles pave the varied foors, For ill success, where none perfection gains : And rough fint-walls are deck'd with shells and True is the charge; but from that tyrant's sway ores,

What art, what power, can e'er redeem our day? And silvery pearls, spread o'er the mofs on high, To me, indeed, short ease be sometimes yields, Glimmer like faint stars in a twilight sky; When my lone walk surrounds the rural fields; From noon's fierce glare, perhaps, he pleas'd retires, There no past errours of my own upbraid, Indulging musings which the place inspires. No time, no wealth expended unrepaid : “ Now where the airy octagon ascends,

There Nature dwells, and throws profuse around And wide the prospect o'er the vale extends, Each pastoral sight and ev'ry pastoral sound ; Midst evening's calm, intent perhaps he stands, From Spring's green copse, that pours the cuckoo's And looks o'er all that length of sun-gilt lands, And evening bleatings of the fleecy train, (strain, Of bright green pastures, stretch'd by rivers clear, To Autumn's yellow field and clam'rous horn 3 And willow groves, or osier islands near."

That wakes the slumb'ring harvesters at mom. Alas, my friend, how strangely men mistake, There Fancy too, with fond delighted eyes, Who guess what others most their pleasure make! Sees o'er the scene ideal people rise ; These garden scenes, which Fashion o'er our plains There calm Contentment, in his cot reclin'd, Spreads round the villas of our wealthy swains, Hears the grey poplars whisper in the wind; Though Envy grudge, or Friendship wish to share, There Love's sweet song adown the echoing dale They claim but little of their owners' care. To Beauty's ear conveys the tender tale ;

For me, my groves not oft my steps invite, And there Devotion lifts his brow to Heav'n, And far less oft they fail to offend my sight: With grateful thanks for many a ble-sing given. In vain the senna waves its glossy gold,

Thus oft through Maylan's shady lane i stray, In vain the cistus' spotted flow'rs unfold,

Trace Rushgreen's paths, or Postwood's winding In vain the acacia's snowy bloom depends, Thus oft to Eastfield's airy height I haste; (way; In vain the sumach's scarlet spike ascends, (All well-known spots thy feet have frequent trac'd!) In vain the woodbine's spicy tufts disclose, While Memory, as my sight around I cast, And green slopes redden with the shedding rose: Suggests the pleasing thought of moments past; These neat-shorn hawthorns useless verdant bound, Or Hope, amid the future, forms again This long straight walk, that pool's unmeaning the dream of bliss Experience broke in vain. round,

(trees, 'These short-curv'd paths that twist beneath the Disgust the eye, and make the whole displease. “ No scene like this," I say, “ did Nature raise,

EPISTLE II. Brown's fancy form, or Walpole's ' judgment praise;

WINTER AMUSEMENTS IN THE COUNTRY. No prototype for this did I survey In Woollett's landscapes?, or in Mason's lay.”

While thee, my friend, the city's scenes detain,· See Mr. Walpole's ingenious History of mo- The cheerful scenes where Trade and Pleasure reign; dern Taste in Gardening, at the end of the fourth Where glittering shops their varied stores display, volume of his Anecdotes of Painting.

And passing thousands crowd the public way; * The above-named excellent artist, several years ago, drew and engraved a number of beautiful views in some of our most celebrated modern gar 3 There is a custom, frequent in many parts of dens.

England, of calling the harvest-men to and from


Where Painting's forms and Music's sounds delight, Thence up the lane, romantic woods among, And Fashion's frequent novelties invite,

Beneath old oaks with ivy overhung, And conversation's sober social hours

(O’er their rough trunks the hairy stalks entwine, Engage the mind, and elevate its pow'rs

And on their arms the sable berries shine:) Far different scenes for us the country yields, Here oft the sight, on banks bestrewn with leaves, Deserted roads and unfrequented fields:

The early primrose' opening bud perceives;
Yet deem not, lonely as they are, that these And oft steep dells or ragged cliffs unfold
Boast nought to charm the eye, the ear to please. The prickly furze with bloom of brightest gold;
Though here the tyrant Winter holds command, Here oft the red-breast hops along the way,
And bids rude tempests desolate the land; And midst grey moss explores his insect prey;
Sometimes the Sun extends his cheering beam, Or the green woodspite 5 flies with outcry shrill,
And all the landscape casts a golden gleam: And delves the sere bough with his sounding bill;
Clear is the sky, and calm and soft the air, Or the rous'd hare starts rustling from the brake,
And through thin mist each object looks more fair. And gaudy jays incessant clamour make;

Then, where the villa rears its sheltering grove, Or echoing hills return from stubbles nigh
Along the southern lawn 't is sweet to rove: The sportsman's gun, and spaniel's yelping cry.
There dark green pines, behind, their boughs ex And now the covert ends in open ground,

That spreads wide views beneath us all around; And bright spruce firs like pyramids ascend, There turbid waters, edg'd with yellow reeds, And round their tops in many a pendent row, Roll through the russet herd-forsaken meads; Their scaly cones of shining auburn show;

There from the meads th' enclosures sloping rise, There the broad cedar's level branches spread, And, midst th' enclosures, dusky woodland lies; And the tall cypress lifts its spiry head;

While pointed spires and curling smokes, between, With alaternus ilex interweaves,

Mark towns, and vills, and cottages unseen. And laurels mix their glossy oval leaves;

And now,- for now the breeze and noontide ray And gilded holly crimson fruit displays,

Clear the last remnants of the mist away,And white viburnum 4 o'er the border strays. Far, far o'er all extends the aching eye, Where these from storms the spacious green- Where azure mountains mingle with the sky: house screen,

To these the cecious optic tube applied Ev’n now the eye beholds a flow'ry scene;

Reveals each object distance else would hide; There crystal sashes ward theanjurious cold, Their seats or homesteads, plac'd in pleasant shades, And rows of benches fair exotics hold;

Show their white walls and windows through the Rich plants, that Afric's sunny cape supplies,

glades; Or o'er the isles of either India rise.

There rears the hamlet church its hoary tow'r; While strip'd geranium shows its tufts of red, (The clock's bright index points the passing hour) And verdant myrtles grateful fragrance shed; There green-rob'd huntsmen o'er the sunny lawn A moment stay to mark the vivid bloom,

Lead home their beagles from the chase withdrawn, A moment stay to catch the high perfume, And ploughs slow-moving turn the broad chamAnd then to rural scenes-Yon path, that leads

paign, Down the steep bourn and 'cross the level meads, And on steep summits feed the fleecy train. Soon mounts th' opponent bill, and soon conveys But wint'ry months few days like these supply, To where the farm its pleasing group displays: And their few moments far too swiftly fly: The rustic mansion's form, antiquely fair; Dank thaws, chill fogs, rough winds, and beating The yew-hedg'd garden, with its grass-plat square; rain, The barn's long ridge, and doors expanded wide; To sheltering rooms th' unwilling step detain; The stable's straw-clad eves and clay-built side; Yet there, my friend, shall liberal Science find The cartshed's roof, of rough-hewn roundwood Amusement various for th' inquiring mind. made,

While History's hand her sanguine record brings, And loose on heads of old sere pollards laid; With woes of nations fraught, and crimes of kings; The granary's floor that smooth-wrought posts Plague thins the street, and Famine blasts the plain, sustain,

War wields his sword, Oppression binds his chain; Where hungry vermin strive to climb in vain ; Curiosity pursues the unfolding tale, And many an ash that wild around them grows, Which Reason blames, and Pity's tears bewail

. And many an elm that shelter o'er them throws. While Fancy's pow's th' eventful novel frame,

Then round the moat we turn, with pales enclos'd, And Virtue's care directs its constant aim; And midst the orchard's trees in rows dispos'd, As Fiction's pen domestic life pourtrays, Whose boughs thick tufts of misletoe adorn Its hopes, and fears, and joys, and griefs displays; With fruit of lucid white on joints of yellow borne. By Grandison's or Clinton's story mov'd,

We read delighted, and we rise improv'd.

Then with hold voyagers our thought explores work by the sound of a horn. This practice, as Vast tracts of ocean and untrodden shores; well as that of the harvest-shouting, seems much Now views rude climes, where ice-rocks drear aspire, on the decline. The latter could boast its origin or red volcanos shoot their streams of fire: from high antiquity, as appears from that beautiful stroke of eastern poetry, Isaiah, chap. xvi. : “I will water thee with my tears, O Heshbon and 5 The green woodpecker. Vide Pennant's BriElealeh ; for the shouting for thy summer fruits, tish Zoology, folio, p. 78. and for thy harvest, is fallen!”

6 Vide The Fool of Quality, a well-known novel, 4 That well-known beautiful flowering evergreen, by Mr. Henry Brooke, author of Gustavus Vasa, commonly called laurustinus.


Now seeks sweet isles, where lofty palm-groves wave, | There, where a nation's wealth her dome has plac'd, And cany banks translucent rivers lave;

With her kind sister's' Attic beauties grac'd, Where Plenty's gifts luxuriant load the soil, She, like the Spring, as liberal and as gay, And Ea e reposes, charm’d with Beauty's smile. Bids her rich hand its annual stores display; Such, hapless Cook ?! amid the southern main, And mimic Being glowing round the walls, Rose thy Tabeite's peaks and flow'ry plain ; from scene to scene the rapt attention calls. Why, daring wanderer! quit that blissful land, There, where the public gives the palm of praise, To seek new dangers on a barbarous strand ? And only Merit to renown can raise, Why doom'd, so long escap'd from storms and foes, Doubtless, my friend, the just ambition's thine Upon that strand thy dying eyes to close; To see thy future works distinguish'd shine. Remote each place by habit render'd dear, Hear then thy poet's monitory lay, Nor British friends nor Otaheitean near?

That hints not useless may perchance convey: Nor less than books the engraver's works invite, No artist I, like him of Gallia's shore ?, Where past and distant come before the sight; Whose pencil practis'd, ere he taught his lore; Where, all the painter's lively tints convey'd, Yet Taste incites me others' works to view, The skilful copyist gives in light and shade: And risk a judgment haply not untrue. While faithful views the prospect's charms display, Were Painting's path my pleasing road to fame, From coast to coast, and town to town, we stray ; The choice of subject much my care should claim; While faithful portraits human features trace, His graphic pow'r he sure but ill bestows, We gaze delighted on the speaking face;

Who best a trife's nice resemblance shows. Survey the port that bards and heroes bore, Though the rich tints so finely blended fall, Or mark the smiles that high-born beanties wore. When carps and pheasants deck the rural hall, Cease these to please? Philosophy attends

That oft, like Zeuxis' grapes, they scarcely fail With arts where knowledge with diversion blends; To tempt to touch the feather or the scale, The Sun's vast system in a model shows;

Yet not ev'n Elmer's 3 skill can make us prize Bids the clear lens new forms to sight expose;

What ev'ry field or ev'ry pond supplies ; Constructs machines, whose wondrous powers de- Regret gives pain to view such wondrous art Th' effects of light, and properties of air; [clare Tried on no theine that interests the heart. With whirling globes excites electric fires,

The pride of genius should thy hand restrain And all their force and all their use inquires.

From all that life's inferior ranks contain 4; O Nature ! how immense thy secret store,

Thy conscious pallet ne'er its hues should spare Beyond what ev'n a Priestley can explore !

To draw a sportsman's hound or racer's mare; Such, friend, the employments may his time Nor thy reluctant crayon stoop to trace divide,

A fool's dull eye or villajo's ill-mark'd face. Whom rural shades from scenes of business hide; But deem not portrait's gifts I mean to slight, While o'er his ear unnotic'd glide away

Portrait, the source of many a pure delight! The noise and nonsense of the passing day 8!

When bards' or sages' works our wishes fire
To see their forms whose minds we there admire,
The featur'd canvass full to view displays
Reason's deep calm or Fancy's glowing rays.

When Beauty's charms their varied graces wear,

Love's gentle smile, or Mirth’s vivacious air,
The pleasing image strikes remotest climes,
And goes unalter'd down to distant times.

When Death's relentless hand in dust has laid The author had conceived a design of writing a

The school-companion, or the first-lov'd maid; pretty extensive poem on the subject of paint. The father kind, with filial awe rever'd; ing, long before Mr. Hayley's ingenious Poetical The tender mother, by her cares endeard ; Epistle to an eminent Painter appeared. That When from our arms the darling child is torn, performance anticipated and precluded part of Or when the husband or the wife we mournhis intended work, but seemed not to render the

As on their picture many a glance we cast, suppression of the following lines necessary.

Remembrance wanders to the vanish'd past;

1 Architecture. From sunny Adria's sea-surrounded tow'rs,

2 C. A. Du Fresnoy, a well-known French painter; From Tiber's vales and Arno's viny how'rs,

author of a Latin poem, De Arte Graphica.

3 The author must here once for all remark, The Muse of painting seeks Britannia's plain,

that whatever he may say respecting the works of And leads to Thames's bauk her favourite train :

any painter, is solely the result of impartial, though

possibly mistaken opinion. Me cannot be misled 7 This celebrated circumnavigator, after sur- by friendship; for, excepting a slight acquaintance mounting numerous difficulties, and escaping many with those amiable characters, Mr. West and Mrs. dangers, was at length slain by the inhabitants of Kauffman, he has not the pleasure of knowing any Owhyhee, a little island in the Pacific Ocean. artist whose name he has taken the liberty to men8 A short Epistle, partly on the same plan as

tion. the foregoing, was, some years ago, inadvertently 4 This is meant only of such objects, when consuffered to appear in a Collection of Poems, by sidered as the principal subject of a picture. Alseveral hands, published by G. Pearch.-Such lines most every class of animals may be occasionally of that piece as were thought worth preservation, introduced as omaments in landscape, and often are here retained.

in history:



Our thoughts o'er numberless minutiæ roll, Now Indian climes he east or west explores,
And pain-mix'd pleasure solaces the soul.

Quits the dull factory and the sandy shores", To portrait's study should thy choice incline, Climbs craggy hills, pervades romantic woods, Ev'n there to aim at excellence be thine;

Or winds along the cataracts of the floods; And strive to reach the point that few can gain, Through beasts, and birds, and insects, fruits and Preserve the likeness, yet the spirit retain.

Of landscape's province wide extends the range, In shape and colour all distinct from ours;
From the deep vale and humble rural grange, Or strays o'er isles that spicy vales unfold,
To Cambrian heaths sublimely brown and bare s, Midst skies of glory and midst seas of gold;
Or Alpine ice-points glitt’ring white in air : Such skies, such seas, as Hodges' pencil drew,
And not from Nature only she designs,

And round the rocks of Ulitea threw 12.
But different parts of different scenes combines ; Whate'er we copy, or whate'er we feign,
Or new creations of her own she forms,

Through all the piece one character should reign : Illumes with sunshine, or involves in storms. When Claude's bright morn on Mola's precincts Familiar prospects would thy hand bestow?

dawns, Mark what our hay-fields and our hop-grounds What sweet quiescence marks the groves and lawns! show;

How calm his herds among the ruins graze! Where in neat rows the russet cocks are seen,

How calm his curious peasant stands to gaze 13! Or from tall poles depend festoons of green; When bold Salvator under turbid skies And long straight paths in perspective extend, Bids his scath'd hills and blasted trees arise, And yellow sandhills close behind ascend 7.

Behind wild rocks bids his wild streams be lost, Nor sweeter contrast sure can meet the eye

And from vast cliffs shows broken fragments tost; Than village lanes in vernal months supply, Midst them no shepherds lead their flocks along, When amber clouds, in sky of soft bright blue, Nor village maidens seem to tune their song; Hang o'er the copse just crown'd with verdure But solemn augurs flights of birds survey, new;

Or stern-ey'd robbers wait the passing prey 14. Or where the orchard's sun-gilt branches spread In Rubens' forest, when the wounded boar, Their bloom of white or faintly-blushing red. Plung'd in the stream, attempts the further shore, The fairest scenes, when peopled, look more fair, How the fierce dogs retard his awkward speed! But these to people asks peculiar care :

How the fierce hunters urge the straining steed! We wish not here for Virgil's classic swains, And, eager, one the winged arrow sends, Nor Dryad nymphs light tripping o'er the plains; And one firm-fix'd th' expectant spear protends 's. Nor yet the grinning Hobbinols of Gay,

To History's group, where passion'd thought exNor cottage Marians in their torn array: The rustic life, in ev'ry varied place,

Strikes kindred feelings on the gazer's breast, Can boast its few of beauty and of grace ;

To History's group, the epic of thy art,
From them select the forms that most may please, Proceed we now, and what we can, impart.
And clothe with simple elegance and ease:

The mighty masters of Italian name
Such forms in Smith's 8 delightful spots we prize, All Rome, all Florence, and Bologna claim;
And such in Sandby's pleasant fields arise.

Whose fresco forms still animate their walls,
The observant artist much from travel gains; Whose living canvass decks their domes and halls:
Increase of knowledge well rewards his pains. What various pow'rs for these their glory won,
Now his pleas'd eye o'er Tuscan prospects roves,

And what of theirs to choose, and what to shun, Their sunny corn-fields and their cypress groves;

Illustrious Reynolds much in prose has told, Their roads, where sports from tree to tree the And more my verse pretends not to unfold. vine,

These still thy study but with caution make, And through broad leaves its crystal clusters shine 9; Nor prize the picture for the painter's sake; Their white cassines, with olive groves around; And glittring cliffs with towns and castles crown'd. Now his pleas'd step a wider circuit tries,

" Several of our artists have attended to this Where Nile's vast flood on Egypt's level lies ; circumstance of foreign scenery. The ingenious While midst the tide tall palms their tops uprear, Mr. George Robertson has painted several fine roAnd causeways broad and cities fair appear to. mantic views in Jamaica, which have been en


12 Several beautiful landscapes, taken in different s That celebrated artist, Mr. Wilson, has painted parts of the new discovered islands, by Mr. Hodges, a set of beautiful Views from Nature, in different who attended captain Cook in one of his voyages, parts of Wales.

must be well remembered those who attend the 6 These circumstances, termed by the painters annual exhibitions of the Royal Academy. accidents of nature, often agreeably diversify land

13 Vide a beautiful engraving, by Vivarez, from scape.

a capital picture of Claude Lorrain, called the 7 For this imagery the author is indebted to Mr. Walpole, who in his Anecdotes of Painting, vol. iv. Morning, in which he introduces himself drawing

an antique temple on the banks of the Tiber, be p. 65, proposes our hay-fields and hop-grounds as

tween Ponte Mola and Rome. new subjects of landscape. & The late Mr. George Smith of Chichester.

14 Vide Salvator Rosa's landscapes, engraved • The hedge-row trees in Tuscany are covered by Goupy. See also sir Josbua Reynold's Diswith vines. Vide Smollet's Travels, vol. ii. p. 46.

courses, p. 175. 10 Vide Rollin's Ancient History, 18mo. vol. i. 15 Vide Rubens's landscape of boar-hunting,

engraved by Bolswert.

p. 22.

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