"Its unpolluted birthright."

On reading the whole over, they struck me with much surprise, as they
appear in a singular manner prophetic. I wrote them with a general, and
somewhat undefined view; and they now take the aspect of speaking on
what has since happened to myself--a long seclusion, during which I was
bereft of the common means of study, having given rise to one that has
turned out far more important than I at first imagined, and which I have
continued since, to the exclusion of every other pursuit.

_Stonkam, May 10th_, 1818.





Vignettes.



I.


If writing Journals were my task,
From cottagers to kings--
A little book I'd only ask,
And fill it full of wings!

Each pair should represent a day: