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sole power to extol ? Shall he who marks the 

 linnet in its nest, who listens to the lark's gay 

 note, the nightingale's appeal ; who guards the 

 harvest, tends the flocks, observes the day in all 

 its varied hours; who views the heavens and 

 their ten million globes, and wondering stands 

 o'erwhelmed in thought amazed at all, yet 

 comprehending none shall he withhold his lay ? 

 If all that thou art allowed is merely power to 

 praise, to join the vocal tribe in higher senti- 

 ment of song, to enjoy the artless life of our 

 delightful recreation, let thy mind sing, and as 

 thy soul shall prompt, GIVE VOICE. 



In after life, thy sketch book will insure thee 

 pleasures that might otherwise be wholly lost. It 

 will enable thee, on thy bed of sickness, to roam 

 o'er many fields ; to ramble by the brooks, to 

 walk up shady lanes, and see again the very 

 parlour where thy dear companions (now per- 

 chance no more) have passed the happy hours of 

 evening. Thou shalt even hear their voices, and 

 again attempt, e'en though thy voice be feeble, 



