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HERVEY's CONTEMPLATIONS ON THE STARRY HEAVENS.
_THIS evening, I exchange the nice re|treats of art for the noble theatre of na|ture: Instead of measuring my steps under the covert of an arbour, let me range along the summit of this gently rising hill.—There is no need of the leafy shade, since the sun has quitted the horizon, and withdrawn his scorching beams. But see, how advantages and inconveniences are usually linked, and chequer our affairs below! If the annoying heat ceases, the landscape, and its pleasing scenes, are also removed.—The majestick castle, and the lowly cottage, are vanished together. I have lost the aspiring moun|tain, and its russet brow; I look round, but to no pur|pose, for the humble vale, and its flowery lap. The plains whitened with flocks, and the heath yellow with furze, disappear. The advancing night has wrapt in darkness the long extended forest, and drawn her mantle over the windings of the silver stream. I no longer be|hold that luxuriant fertility in the fields; that wild mag|nificence of prospect, and endless variety of images; which have so often touched me with delight, and struck me with awe, from this commanding eminence.