The Natural History of Selborne

The fields are now finely diversfyed with ripe corn, hay & harvest scenes, & hops. The whole country round is a charming land-scape,& puts me in mind of the following lovely lines in the first book of the Cyder of John Phillips.

“Nor are the hills unamiable, whose tops/
To heaven aspire, affording prospect sweet/
To human ken; nor at their feet the vales/
Descending gently, where the lowing herd/
Chews verdurous pasture; nor the yellow fields/
Gaily interchang’d, with rich variety/
Pleasing; as when an Emerald green enchas’d/
In flamy gold, from the bright mass acquires/
A nobler hue, more delicate to sight.”