BRITISH 
W I L D FLOW E R S. 
BY 
MRS. LOUDON. 
“ Ye Field Flowers ! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true, 
Yet, wildings of Nature, I doat upon you, 
For ye waft me to summers of old, 
When the earth teemed around me with fairy delight, 
And when daisies and buttercups gladdened my sight, 
Take treasures of silver and gold." 
Campbell. 
LONDON: 
WILLIAM SMITH, 113, FLEET STREET. 
MDCCCXLVI. 
