18 LUNDY ISLAND. 



torted wings should in an hour become the elegant 

 organs which we afterwards see them, smooth and 

 satiny, or rather burnished with that rich subdued 

 gloss that we see in what is called frosted gold, dark, 

 sea-green, spangled with large spots of crimson. 



Truly, in studying so insignificant and lowly a 

 creature as this, sown broadcast as it were upon the 

 wild moors of this island rock, we cannot help being 

 struck with the lavish pains (to speak according to 

 the manner of men) that have been bestowed upon 

 it. How elegantly has it been fashioned and trimmed ; 

 how gorgeously painted and gilded ; how carefully 

 provided for ! Surely he must be blinder than the 

 mole who does not trace here 



" The unambiguous footsteps of that God 

 Who gives the lustre to an insect's wing, 

 And wheels His throne upon the rolling worlds." 



We wended our way along a narrow path through 

 the tall fern, occasionally entangled among the tor- 

 tuous branches of the sweet honeysuckle, or catching 

 our feet in the trailing shoots of the white rose. How 

 different the odour of these two flowers ! Both are 

 sweet, but the fragrance of the rose is far superior as 

 an aroma to the sugary scent of the honeysuckle. 

 Tall foxgloves, everywhere springing up from the 

 dense bed of brake, gave quite a character to the 

 scene. I think I never saw this magnificent flower 

 in so fine a condition; several spikes occurred fully 

 six feet in height, straight as an arrow, and densely 

 crowded with their large purple bells. Our friend 



