text:  It is true the grosser absurdities of the Smiths of Chichester and the other compounders of landscapes _secundum artem_ with which we are familiar in the engravings of Woollet in whose performances a kind of pictorial millennium appears to be realized; where the English cottage stands side by side with the Italian villa and Norfolk bumpkins are seen making love to Arcadian shepherdesses knitting beneath the pillars of a Doric temple--these noxious grafts of a conventional taste upon the healthy stem of our native landscape-painting had disappeared