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LIFE IN DEATH. 



" Life mocks the idle hate 

 Of his arch-enemy, Death." 



WE were loath to begin the year by contemplation of our 

 Insect subjects while buried in a sleep wearing Death's perfect 

 semblance; but \\c can look at them now, and their dreamless 

 slumber inspires no corresponding dulness, but only curious ex- 

 pectancy ; for they are about to awake, and soon their songs of 

 life and liberty, their morning hymn and their evening boom, 

 will be resounding over the bursting hedgerows and the 

 opening flowers. The Bee is still mute; the Beetle still 

 motionless; the Butterfly (like the bud) still enfolded in its 



