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MONARCH BUTTERFLIES IN THEIR WINTER HOME. 



colder regions to warmer; they are 

 polygoneutic, several broods being pro- 

 duced annually. This particular spot 

 at Pacific Grove is one of their winter 

 colonies. What strange instinct leads 

 them to this same place year after year 

 no one knows ; they never choose any 

 other trees than this especial group. 

 Each October they appear as regularly 

 as the seasons change ; they remain un- 

 til the middle of March. 



They cling to the boughs in great 

 clusters and bunches, myriads upon 

 myriads of them, and when their wings 

 are folded they look like brown leaves ; 

 when they are disturbed in any way 

 they rise in flight in fluttering clouds, 

 one of the most beautiful and curious 

 sights to be found in all the world. 

 During the day numbers of them flit 

 about the gardens of the nearby towns, 

 but at evening they always return to 

 their chosen trees, like homing birds. 



The photograph was taken by Mr. 

 A. C. Warner of Pacific Grove. 



The mourning cloak butterfly may 

 be seen in the New England woods in 

 winter. 



In Common Things. 



BY MI NOT J. SAVAGE. 



Seek not afar for beauty, Lo ! it glows 

 In dew-wet grasses all about thy feet ; 

 In birds, in sunshine, childish faces sweet; 



In star and mountain summits topped with 

 snows. 



Go not abroad for happiness. For, see! 



It is a flower that blossoms by the door ; 



Bring love and justice home; and then no 

 more 

 Thou'lt wonder in what dwelling joy may be. 



Dream not of noble service elsewhere wrought, 

 The simple duty that awaits thy hand 

 Is God's voice uttering a divine command; 



Life's common deeds built all that saints have 

 thought. 



In wonder-workings, or some bush aflame 

 Men look for God, and fancy Him con- 

 cealed ; 

 But in earth's common things He stands re- 

 vealed 

 While grass and flowers spell out his name. 



The paradise men seek, the city bright, 



That gleams beyond the stars for longing 



eyes 

 Is only human goodness in the skies. 

 Earth's deeds, well done, glow into heavenly 

 light. — "Our Dumb Animals." 



