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; then added blue-bells and traveller's joy,

Have you

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 ;