. The bird . then living in the country, had just collected, whUe wandering in thefields, a fine nosegay of wild-flowers of every hue. He presented itto his mother, with the gxeatest animation, saying: Dear mamma,see what beautiful flowers I have gathered ! Oh, I could pluck ahost of others which grow in our woods, and are stiU more lovely !Shall I not bring you some more, mamma ? She took the nosegaywith a smile of tenderness, silently admired the simple and touchingbeauty of nature, and said to him, Yes, my son. The child startedoff on the wings of happiness. I saw myself in that child, and
. The bird . then living in the country, had just collected, whUe wandering in thefields, a fine nosegay of wild-flowers of every hue. He presented itto his mother, with the gxeatest animation, saying: Dear mamma,see what beautiful flowers I have gathered ! Oh, I could pluck ahost of others which grow in our woods, and are stiU more lovely !Shall I not bring you some more, mamma ? She took the nosegaywith a smile of tenderness, silently admired the simple and touchingbeauty of nature, and said to him, Yes, my son. The child startedoff on the wings of happiness. I saw myself in that child, and was struck with the resemblance WILSON, THE OKNITHOJ-OGIST. 127 If my native couiitry receive with gracious indulgence tlie speciniCJiswhich I now liumbly offer it, if it express a desire that I fihoidd hi iiigit some more, my highest amhitioii will he satisfied. For, as mylittle friend said, our woods are full of them ; I can gathei mimeroiisotliers which are still moi-e (Philadelphia. 180S.) \/. ,/ . - r h
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