The Rose-Chafer 



oil soap, which disheartens most things, They enjoy 

 and even a dusting with hellebore does 

 not even make them sneeze. The great 

 unterrified eat on, in spite of all you can 

 do to them, and no sooner is one set slain 

 than you find another in its place. They 

 remind one of the Jesuit monks in Bolivia, 

 whom the inhabitants finally regarded as 

 supernatural beings, because, no matter 

 how often one cowled and sandaled form 

 was laid low, another succeeded it, till the 

 natives came to believe that the friar was 

 an immortal, whom they vainly sought to 

 destroy. 



As to the rose-bug, hand-picking into a 

 bowl of kerosene or hot water, begun at resource. 

 morn, continued till noon, and not inter- 

 mitted till dewy eve, is the safest resource 

 against the marauders, which devour not 

 only Grape blossoms and Roses, Spiraeas 

 and Syringas, Peonies and Snowballs, but 

 cover Birches, Oaks, Elms, and even Wil- 

 lows with their ugly little forms, and 

 leave behind them a lacework of veins in 

 place of leaves. 



Nothing pleases them better than a 

 Smoke bush in blossom, the future fringe 

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