ABSTRACT
WHILE the party were yet at such a distance from London as not to have entered on that line of country where the luxury of improvement has destroyed the wilder features of nature, Mrs. Woodfield, who, by the sentiments she had delivered in the preceding conversation, had never meant to discourage that taste for the imitative powers of the pencil to which she had been herself often indebted for amusement in her vacant hours, and for beguiling the lighter evils of life, took occasion as they journeyed on, to point out to her attentive auditors, now all with her in a coach sent by the Colonel, the particular features of the country through which they passed, which were obvious as subjects for landscapes.
