DR. BARTLETT. Without light, would not all be black? But this is a subject you cannot understand, till you have read and considered things more maturely. See there, the sun begins to appear. What think you of that sight? CHARLES. Can it be, that most men spend this hour in sleep? DR. BARTLETT. Such men make themselves unworthy the favours of their Maker. The glorious sun, which is sent to make us joyful, to warm us, and to nourish us, well deserves that we should sometimes rise to bid it welcome. CHARLES. Pray let us often behold the rising of the sun. We sometimes spend money to see a fine scene; and this scene, which we can have for nothing, beyond measure surpasses what can be done by the art of man. Dr. Bartlett then was moving homewards; but we requested him to prolong his walk, as the morning was fine, and we knew they would not wait breakfast for us. But this letter is already too long, and I must attend my drawing-master; you shall hear the rest soon. WILLIAM. 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. WILLIAM. But then the fruits which the garden produces. DR. BARTLETT. These fruits are the gift of our Creator, for which you ought to be thankful; but believe me, these blades on which we tread are of yet greater value. They support the cattle who yield us such delicate food, milk, butter, and cheese. The useful horse here renews his strength; and the sheep, whose wool answers so many purposes, which keeps us warm both day and night, nip the short grass every where spread. And all this happens without our labour, or any great care; while the fruits and the flowers in the garden, require perpetual attention. Certainly we find here a much greater proof of God’s goodness than in our flower garden. This grass is necessary, my friends, but the flowers and the fruits we could live without. CHARLES. These wild flowers are very pretty; why do we set so little value on them? DR. BARTLETT.