TANGLE-LEAF PAPERS. 59 
than I have for this paper. In tropical and 
semi-tropical countries a curious resemblance 
in color and shape exists between the butter- 
flies and the flowers they haunt, a resemblance 
quite noticeable as far north as the fortieth 
degree of latitude. 
IY. 
How would “ Tricycles and Triolets” do for 
an alliterative heading to a light chapter on 
out-door poetry? Ever since I began to taste 
Virgil in my school-days I have had a special 
liking for verse smacking of the woods and 
fields, the birds, the sunshine, and the brooks. 
A certain passage in the Aineid comes into my 
mind now, a strong sketch of a grove of trees, 
with the light playing through the swaying 
foliage with that strangely brilliant effect so 
often observed on bright days in spring and. 
summer :— 
— “Tum silvis scena coruscis 
Desuper, horrentique atrum nemus imminet umbra.” 
I do not think that William Morris has quite 
done justice to this beautiful Virgilian bit of 
landscape in his rhymed translation. Here is 
his rendering :— 
—“Lo! the flickering wood above 
And wavering shadow cast adown by darksome hang- 
ing grove.” 
“Flickering wood” is not of subtle signifi- 
cance enough to suggest what is somehow con- 
veyed by the original phrase. I have seen the 
sunlight and a breeze playing at once through 
the bright-green top of a tall tree when the 
sudden thrills, so to speak, of golden fire, leap- 
