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[how]ever well chosen and adapted to their several
situations, must generally start all at the same time; and
this necessity would of itself prevent that fine connection
of parts, that sympathy and organization, if I may so
express myself, which pervades the whole of a natural wood,
and appears to the eye in its single trees, its masses of
foliage, and their various colours, when they are held up to
view on the side of a mountain; or when, spread over a
valley, they are looked down upon from an eminence. It is
therefore impossible, under any circumstances, for the
artificial planter to rival the beauty of nature. But a
moment's thought will show that, if ten thousand of this
spiky tree, the larch, are stuck in at once upon the side of
a hill, they can grow up into nothing but deformity; that,
while they are suffered to stand, we shall look in vain for
any of those appearances which are the chief sources of
beauty in a natural wood.
It must be acknowledged that the larch, till it has outgrown
the size of a shrub, shows, when looked at singly, some
elegance in form and appearance, especially in spring,
decorated, as it is then, by the pink tassels of its
blossoms; but, as a tree, it is less than any other
pleasing: its branches (for boughs it has none) have
no variety in the youth of the tree, and little dignity,
even when it attains its full growth; leaves it
cannot be said to have, consequently neither affords shade
nor shelter. In spring the larch becomes green long before
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