150 BOULDER REVERIES. 



April, and from then till mid-June or later its 

 small blue corollas, from amidst their bowers of 



green, 



Peep 



Upward through the ether blue, 

 Seeing stars that ever keep 

 Hidden close from human view. 



The gray of the bole of the beech, the green of 

 its leaf, how they blend and harmonize! No 

 rough, unnatural, mismated hues, but merging 

 gradually until they produce that mellow soft- 

 ness which delights and soothes the soul. 



A butterfly holiday this. An ajax fresh from 

 the chrysalis, resplendent in bars of black and 

 white, with just a tinge of scarlet on the angles 

 of his tails; the sulphur yellows sipping the 

 moisture from the sands and making up in 

 numbers for the monotony of their hue; the 

 graptas, brown and sere, seeking some dead leaf 

 on which to alight; the philenors, black and 

 purple, flitting from one thistle head to another ; 

 the neonymphas, clad in quaker gray, moving 

 ever close to the soil and the sod, all these and 

 many others have come within tjie radius of my 

 ken this morn. 



