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my nervous system. I slept not for several nights, and the 

 days passed like days of oblivion, until, the animal powers 

 being recalled into action, through the strength of my consti- 

 tution, I took up my gun, my note-book and my pencils, and 

 went forth to the wocds as gaily as if nothing had happened. 

 I felt pleased that I might now make much better drawings 

 than before, and, ere a period not exceeding three years had 

 elapsed, I had my portfolio filled again. 



America being my country, and the principal pleasures of 

 my life having been obtained there, I prepared to leave it 

 with deep sorrow, after in vain trying to publish my illustra- 

 tions in the United States. In Philadelphia, Wilson's prin- 

 cipal engraver, amongst others, gave it as his opinion to my 

 friends, that my drawings could never be engraved. In New 

 York, other difficulties presented themselves, which deter- 

 mined me to carry my collections to Europe. 



As I approached the coast of England, and for the first 

 time beheld her fertile shores, the despondency of my spirits 

 became very great. I knew not an individual in the country ; 

 and, although I was the bearer of letters from American 

 friends and statesmen of great eminence, my situation ap- 

 peared precarious in the extreme. I imagined that every 

 individual whom I was about to meet, might be possessed of 

 talents superior to those of any on our side of the Atlantic ! 

 Indeed, as I for the first time walked on the streets of Liver- 

 pool, my heart nearly failed me, for not a glance of sympathy 

 did I meet in my wanderings, for two days To the woods I 

 could not betake myself, for there were none near. 



Well received in England, he passes througli to Scotland. 



Gallant and beautiful spirit ! there was no need of woods 

 for thee to hide ! The noble work of Wilson had not lon^ 



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been finished then, and men were not done wondering at this 

 glorious achievement of the Faisely weaver, who had left their 

 own shores years ago, a poor and obscure adventurer for the 

 forests of the New World, when another pilgrim from those 



