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The Pantheist. 



BY CHARI.es H. OAKES. 



The mysteries of life 'roiiud me, 



Are more than I can meet ; 

 Men know what lies beyond the skies, 



But not what laps their feet. 



I cannot lift mine eyes so high ; 



Low to the Earth I bow ; 

 A mossy mass, the birds that pass. 



Fret furrows in my brow. 



My soul to Thee is ever tuned. 

 Strung to the zephyr's play ; 



And dales and hills, and trees and rills, 

 Are netted in the lay. 



O Nature ! — mother, nurse and wife — 



Whom, living, I have wed ; 

 Amid thy charms, in th}'- strong arms, 



I'll sleep when I am dead. 



Nature Study Lessons. XXIL 



BY EDWARD J. BURNHAM. 



Spring has come again. Already not a few insects have 

 -made their appearance, and we have not completed the ar- 

 rangement of the collection that we made last year. Per- 

 haps it is just as well. 



Entomology is a science not to be mastered in a year or 

 in a lifetime. We have learned to recognize the different 

 orders of insects, and in our walks this season we shall 

 have no difficulty in distinguishing the beetles from the 

 bugs, the grasshoppers and crickets from the moths and 

 butterflies, the flies from the bees, and the may-flies from 

 the dragon-flies, and most of the queer members of the or- 

 der Neuroptera from all the other kinds of insects that we 

 shall see. 



