ACE indeed! Was ever lace even 
of fairy queen fashioned so daintily 
as are the wings of this diaphanous 
/ pale green sylph, that flutters in its filmy 
halo above the grass tips ? Yonder it alights 
upon the clover. Let us steal closely upon 
its haunt. Here we find it hid under the up- 
per leaf, its eyes of fiery gold gleaming in the 
shadow, its slender body now caged within the 
canopy of its four steep, sloping wings, their 
glassy meshes lit with iridescent hues of opal 
the lace-wing fly, a delight to the eye, but whose 
fragile being is guarded from our too rude ap- 
proach by a challenge to our sense of smell, 
which plainly warns us, " Touch not, handle not !" 
Our first capture of the fairy insect is always a 
memorable feat, with its lingering, odorous re- 
