[88] Sir Uvedale thus expresses his own sensations when viewing some of these plantations:--"The inside fully answers to the dreary appearance of the outside; of all dismal scenes it seems to me the most likely for a man to hang himself in; he would, however, find some difficulty in the execution, for amidst the endless multitude of stems, there is rarely a single side branch to which a rope could be fastened. The whole wood is a collection of tall naked poles.... Even its gloom is without solemnity; it is only dull and dismal; and what light there is, like that of hell, _Serves only to discover scenes of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades._" [89] This observation confirms what Sir U. Price so pointedly enforces throughout the whole of his causticly sportive letter to Mr. Repton: "that the best landscape painters would be the best landscape gardeners, were they to turn their minds to the practical part; consequently, a study of their works, the most useful study to an improver."--And that "Van Huysum would be a much better judge of the merits and defects of the most dressed scene--of a mere flower garden,--than a gardener." [90] Mr. Browne was not an author; yet the title of the present volume is "On the Portraits of English _Authors_ on Gardening." Neither was old Bridgman nor Kent _authors_ on this subject; still I could not prevail on myself to pass over such names in total silence. [91] Mr. Clive resided at Moreton-Say, near Market-Drayton. He was a prebend of Westminster. Integrity marked every action of his life. In his village, scarcely a poor man existed. His kindness and benevolence to the poor, could only be equalled by his friendly hospitality and kind feeling to the more affluent in his neighbourhood: _Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour, Follow thee up to joy and bliss for ever._