PART IV. THE IMAGO. 



CHAPTEK I. 



THE NEW-BORN PERFECT INSECT. 



" Oh ! start not ! on thy closing eyes 



Another day shall still unfold ; 

 A sun of milder radiance rise ; 



A happier age of joys untold. 

 Shall the poor worm that shocks thy sight, 



The humblest form in nature's train, 

 Thus rise in new-born lustre bright, 



And yet the emblem teach in vain 1 " 



BEAUTIFUL as these lines are, and poetical as i& 

 the idea they develop, they are incorrect. The 

 perfect insect springing from the pupa is not 

 an emblem of man's glorious resurrection from 

 this body of sin and death ; why, we shall imme- 

 diately discuss. In the oftentimes beautiful mytho- 

 logy of Greece, the name for the butterfly was 

 fj, that is, the soul. Just as the insect bursts 



