LETTER XVIII.
William to his Mother.
I have not forgotten what I promised you, dear mother. No, you have told me we should always remember what we promise.
CHARLES.
How beautifully green the fields are.
DR. BARTLETT.
Yes, that green enlivens the prospect, and does not require much cultivation: a common blessing we often overlook, though our gratitude on that very account should be excited.
CHARLES.
The garden gives us more flowers, and a greater variety.
DR. BARTLETT.
You are mistaken; the field flowers are innumerable. Look round about you, and you will see that I have reason to say so.