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knows no such feelings, nor is he dependent for 
happiness on situations or scenes that favour their 
growth. He would find himself neither solitary nor 
desolate had he no other companion than a ‘ moun- 
tain daisy, that ‘modest crimson-tipped flower, so 
sweetly sung by one of Nature’s own poets. The 
humblest weed or moss will ever afford him some- 
thing to examine or to illustrate, and a great deal 
to admire. Introduce him to the magnificence of a 
tropical forest, the enamelled meadows of the Alps, 
or the wonders of New Holland, and his thoughts 
will not dwell much upon riches or literary honours ; 
things that 
‘Play round the head, but come not near the heart.’ 
“In botany all is elegance and delight. No pain- 
ful, disgusting, unhealthy experiments or inquiries 
are to be made. Its pleasures spring up under our 
feet, and, as we pursue them, reward us with health 
and serene satisfaction. None but the most foolish 
or depraved could derive anything from it but what 
is beautiful, or pollute its lovely scenery with un- 
amiable or unhallowed images. Those who do so, 
either from corrupt taste or malicious design, can 
be compared only to the fiend entering into the 
garden of Eden.” —Preface to Introduction. 
The letter which follows is from the late Professor 
of Natural History at Cambridge in Massachusetts 
(North America), a very amiable man, and who, like 
many of his countrymen, filled with enthusiasm for 
England, came to it with the feelings of those who 
from this island visit the classic realins of Greece 
and Rome. 
