BUTTERFLY PSYCHOLOGY. 



Gay creatures of the element, 

 That in the colors of the rainbow live. MILTON. 



Speak to me as to thy thinkings. SHAKESPEARE. 



IT happened to me once to spend a long 

 summer afternoon under a linden-tree, read- 

 ing " Middlemarch." The branches were 

 loaded with blossoms, and the heavy per- 

 fume attracted the bees from far and near, 

 insomuch that my ears were all the time 

 full of their humming. Butterflies also 

 came, though in smaller numbers, and si- 

 lently. Whenever I looked up from my 

 book I was sure to find at least one or two 

 fluttering overhead. They were mostly of 

 three of our larger sorts, the Turnus, the 

 Troilus, and the Archippus (what noble 

 names !), beautifully contrasted in color. 

 The Turnus specimens were evidently the 

 remnant of a brood which had nearly 

 passed away ; their tattered wings showed 

 that they had been exposed to the wear 

 and tear of a long life, as butterflies reckon. 



