LONDON:

R. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD STREET HILL.

DEAR CHILDren.

"HAVE you ever, while walking abroad in the fields,
Explored an old bank for the treasures it yields?
Have you gather'd forget-me-not, sweet-smelling May,
And join'd with them cowslips and butter-cups gay;
Have you then added blue-bells and traveller's joy,
Pale primroses, daffodils, violets coy,

Pretty cuckoo-flow'rs, bryony, sweet meadow-grass,
Anemones, woodbine and love's looking-glass;

Have

you twined them together with twigs of the briar, And carried them home for your friends to admire?" "O yes, often."-" And so, my dear readers, have I—

To gather wild flowers I've ventured to try;