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CHAPTER IV. 



He'll often stoop, inquisitive to trace 



The opening beauties of a daisy's face ; 



OH will he witness, with admiring eyes, 



The brook's sweet dimples o'er the pebbles rise ; 



And often bent, as o'er some magic spell, 



He'll pause and pick his shaped stone and shell : 



Raptures the while his inward powers inflame, 



And joys delight him which he cannot name ; 



Ideas picture pleasing views to mind, 



For which his language can no utterance find. 



JOHN CLA.RE. 



No trace exists of the MS. Life of Danson above 

 mentioned, and as the remains of Pocock's Journal fail, 

 for a while, at the end of 1 812, it affords the opportunity 

 of recurring to his love of botany, and of mentioning 

 that in and previous to the year 1 815, he had secured by 

 gift or purchase two folio volumes of dried and preserved 

 plants, and had devoted no little time to the completion 

 of the description, laboriously noting against every spe- 

 cimen its Linnaean and vulgar names, with a reference 

 to " Withering/' and the page where the description of 

 the particular specimen could be found ; besides which 

 he added to its leafy treasures numerous other ex- 



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