■ Observe the Insect Race ordained to keep 

 The lazy Sabbath of a half-year's sleep. 

 Entombed beneath tlie fihny web they lie, 

 And wait the influence of a kinder sky. 

 When vernal sunbeams pierce their dark retreat 

 The heaving tomb distends with vital heat; 

 The full-formed brood, impatient of their cell, 

 Start from their trance, and burst their silken shell; 

 Trembling awhile they stand, and scarcely dare 

 To launch at onc^ upon the untried air. 

 At length assured, they catch the favouring gale, 

 And leave their sordid spoils and high in aether sail." 



Mils. Baebauld. 



" Even in favour of the mere butterfly-hunter — he who has no higher aim 

 than that of collecting a picture of Lepidoptera, and is attached to insects solely 

 by their beauty or singularity — it would not be difficult to say much. Can it be 

 necessary to declaim on the superiority of a peoj)le, amongst whom intellectual 

 pleasures, however trifling, ai-e preferred to mere animal gratifications? Is it 

 a thing to be lamented that some of the Spitalflelds weavers occupy their 

 leisure hours in searching for the Adonis butterfly, instead of spending them 

 in playing at skittles or in an alehouse? Or is there, in truth, anything more 

 to be wished than that the cutlers of Sheffield were accustomed thus to employ 

 their Sahit Mondays ; and to recreate themselves, after a hard day's woik, by 

 breathing the pure air of their surrounding hills while in pursuit of this, their 

 ' untaxed and undisputed game'?" — Ivieby and Spence. 



