veer Burns, Miss Lawson’s Recollections. 281 
artist and etched very spiritedly on copper. Charles sent this 
with some of his sister-in-law’s drawings from Florence.”’ 
“T do not know whether you ever saw any uncolored impressions 
of Bonaparte’s work? Every one said it was a pity they should 
ever be colored. The Condor in particular is wonderful and so 
are some of the Geese.” 
“T do not know the commencement of the strife, but the advent 
of the Prince of Munsigno set the whole Academy [at Philadelphia] 
by the ears. He appeared to make warm friends and equally 
warm enemies. He would come to father and tell him in high glee 
of the last war-whoop and its effect, laughing heartily. For a time 
he seemed to take a sort of boyish delight in setting them all by 
the ears, but he grew tired of the fuss and I think it was one reason 
of his return to Europe.” 
“T only caught a glimpse of Mr. Waterton when he called on 
father; he was the darkest white man I ever saw. He left a bird 
set up in the style he had invented, for father to examine. It was 
the most perfect thing I ever saw, not a feather was rumpled. It 
was hollow and the shape of the bird carefully preserved. Father 
did not think it would last long and I believe this was the case.”’ 
“T have no doubt Mr. Ord does not spare Audubon, I have 
heard him expatiate too frequently on that subject not to be fully 
aware of his bitter scorn and contempt. I saw Audubon when 
Bonaparte brought him to see father. He looked like the back- 
woodsmen that visit the city. His hair hung on his shoulders and 
his neck was open.” 
“Ord wrote Lawson from Paris, dated Mar. 14, 1830: ‘You 
make some pretty tart remarks upon the work of that imposture 
Audubon, who has endeavored to keep the public curiosity alive 
for a long time. Your criticisms are just and men of intelligence 
will be obliged to acknowledge them. If one of your uncommon 
experience be not a complete judge of these matters; then in the 
name of common sense who is judge? You tell me that a certain 
Professor of Botany declared that the drawings of the plants are 
excellent. Now I have the pleasure of conversing when in London 
with two botanists quite as well known as Soloman C., one was the 
illustrious Robert Brown, they both asserted that the Botany of 
Audubon’s plates was good for nothing. What is the fellow 
doing in America? He surely cannot be in want. of matter, for 
