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which I so much delight in. Even poetry, whose heavenly enthu- 
siasm I used to glory in, can hardly ever find me at home, so much 
has this bewitching amusement engrossed all my senses. 
“ Please to send me the names of the birds. I wish to draw 
a small flower, in order to represent the Humming-bird in the act 
of feeding : will you be so good as to send me one suitable, and not 
too large ? The legs and feet of some are unfinished ; they are all 
miserably imperfect, but your generous candour I know to be be- 
yond all their defects.” 
To Mr. WM. BARTRAM. 
June 15, 1804. 
I have arranged my business for our little journey ; and, if 
to-morrow be fair, I shall have the chaise ready for you at any 
time in the morning, say seven o’clock. Or if you think any other 
hour more suitable, please to let me know by the bearer, and I 
shall make it answerable to me.” 
June 16, 1804. 
“ I believe we had better put off our intended jaunt until some 
more auspicious day. 
Clouds, from Eastern regions driven, 
Still obscure the gloomy skies ; 
Let us yield, since angry Heaven 
Frowns upon our enterprise. 
Haply some unseen disaster 
Hung impending o’er our way, 
Which our kind almighty master 
Saw, and sought us thus to stay. 
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