INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS. 



Oh Nature's simple, unperverted child, 

 For thee I write, and crave a friend in thee ! 

 Come, hand in hand with me her ways explore, 



Mark'd by the year's beginning, growth, decline : 

 What hinders, but we draw of thoughts a store, 



Pleasant and good, from that abundant mine ? 

 But oft to pause, forget not ; and adore, 



By nature's works reveal' d, the Cause Divine ! 



BP. MANT. 



AND will my dear companions to the field and wood, 

 now make some excursions with me up the Hill of 

 Botany? A somewhat difficult hill to mount, at 

 times, perhaps : but I can promise that we shall find 

 all our favorite flowers there, and, in appearance, 

 far more beautiful than we have ever seen them 



