192 BUTTERFLIES. 



Behold ! ye pilgrims of this earth, behold ! 

 See all but man with unearn'd pleasure gay : 

 See her bright robes the Butterfiy unfold, 

 Broke from her wintry tomb in prime of May \ 

 What youthful bride can equal her array ? 

 Who can with her for easy pleasure vie ? 

 From mead to mead with gentle wing to stray, 

 From flower to flower on balmy gales to fly. 

 Is all she has to do beneath the radiant sky. 



Thomson. 



With what vigour do they sport in the 

 solar ray, exult in existence, inhale the odo- 

 riferous breeze, and rove in fickle flight from 

 flower to flower:— 



Their wings (all-glorious to behold) 

 Bedropt with azure, jet, and gold, 

 Wide they display : the spangled dew 

 Reflects their eyes and various hue. 



Gay. 



Sawyer Fly. 



The Sawyer Fly, is so called from its 

 faculty of sawing asunder the branches of 

 trees, whose substance is its food, is about 



