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renouyellent par l’aspect des plantes herborisées 
dans ces mémes lieux. Je ne reverrai plus ces beaux 
paysages, ces foréts, ces lacs, ces bosquets, ces ro- 
chers, ces montagnes dont l’aspect a toujours touché 
mon cceur; mals maintenant que je ne peux plus 
courir ces heureuses contrées, je n’ai qu’a ouvrir mon 
herbier, et bientdt il m’y transporte. Les fragmens 
des plantes que j’y ai cueillies suffisent pour me rap- 
peller tout ce magnifique spectacle. Cet herbier est 
pour moi un journal @herborizations, qui me les 
fait recommencer avec un nouveau charme, et pro- 
duit l’effect d'un optique qui les peindroit derechef 
a mes yeux.” 
“Clarens! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod, 
Undying Love’s, who here ascends a throne 
To which the steps are mountains ; where the God 
Is a pervading life and light—so shown 
Not on those summits solely, nor alone’ 
In the still cave and forest: o’er the Flowers 
His eyes are sparkling, and his breath hath blown.” 
There were, however, others who saw the senti- 
ments put forth in these volumes in their genuine 
light, in the sense intended by their author: Dr. 
Pulteney will not be accused of disloyalty, nor of © 
any latitude of opinion beyond what has been the 
distinguishing mark of a British subject, true to 
every part of the institutions of his country; though 
he could not exceed the writer of these travels in 
his patriotic spirit. 
