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are no longer sounding, or at most emit but an 

 unrhythmical rubbing sound. 



Presumptuous declaration ! The female Cricket does 

 not run to hide herself in the folds of her lettuce leaves ; 

 but she lifts the curtain a little, and looks out, and wishes 

 to be seen : — 



Et fugit ad salices, et se cupit ante videri. 



She flies towards the brake, but hopes first to be 

 perceived, said the poet of the delightful eclogue, two 

 thousand years ago. Sacred provocations of lovers, 

 are they not in all ages the same ? 



XO 



