XX LIFE OF WILSON. 



an uncommon friendship, and continued without the least abatement until sev- 

 ered by death. Here it was that Wilson found himself translated, if we may 

 -SO speak, into a new existence. He had long been a lover of the works of 

 Nature, and had derived more happiness from the contemplation of her simple 

 beauties than from any other source of gratification. But he had hitherto 

 been a mere novice ; he was now about to receive instructions from one whom 

 the experience of a long life, spent in travel and rural retirement, had rendered 

 qualified to teach. Mr. Bartram soon perceived the bent of his friend's mind, 

 and its congeniality to his own ; and took every pains to encourage him in a 

 study which, while it expands the faculties, and purifies the heart, insensibly 

 leads to the contemplation of the glorious Author of Nature himself. From 

 his youth Wilson had been an observer of the manners of birds; and, since his 

 arrival in America, he had found them objects of uncommon interest; but he 

 had not yet viewed them with the eye of a naturalist. 



Mr. Bartram possessed some works on natural history, particularly those of 

 Catesby and Edwards. Wilson perused them attentively ; and found himself 

 enabled, even with his slender stock of information, to detect errors and ab- 

 surdities into which these authors had fallen from a defective mode of study- 

 ing Nature: a mode which, while it led them to the repositories of dried skins 

 and preparations and to a reliance on hearsay evidence, subjected them to the 

 imputation of ignorance, which their lives, devoted to the cultivation and pro- 

 motion of science, certainly would not justify. Wilson's improvement was 

 now rapid ; and the judicious criticisms which he made on the above-mentioned 

 authors gratified his friend and instructor, who redoubled his encouraging as- 

 sistance, in order to further him in a pursuit for which his genius, now begin- 

 ning to develop itself, was evidently fitted. 



" To Mr. Willi.4m Duncan. 



"Gray's Ferry, October 30th, 1802. 

 " De.\r Billy. 



" I was favored with your despatches a few hours ago, through the kind- 

 ness of Colonel Sullivan, who called on me for that purpose. I have read and 

 re-read, over and over again, their contents ; and shall devote the remainder of 

 this evening to I'eply to you, and the rest of the family, now joint tenants of 

 the woods. By the arrival of John F. here, in August last, I received one 

 letter from my brother David, one from Thomas W. and one for Alexander 

 from David Wilson ; and last week another packet arrived from Belfast, con- 

 taining one letter from your father to myself; and to your mother, brother 

 and brother-in-law, and yourself, one each, all of which I have herewith sent, 

 and hope they may amuse a leisure hour. F. has been wofully disappointed in 

 the expectations he had formed of his uncle. Instead of being able to assist 

 him, he found him in the depth of poverty; and fast sinking under a severe 

 fever ; probably the arrival of a relation contributed to his recovery ; he is 

 now able to crawl about. F. has had one child born and buried since his 

 arrival. He weaves with Robertson, but neither likes the situation nor em- 

 ployment. He is a stout, active and ingenious fellow, can tui-n his hand to 

 almost anything, and wishes as eagerly to get up to the lakes as ever a saint 



