LIFE IN THE INSECT WORLD. 55 



earth with different shades of green, the color 

 which is better suited to the eye than any other; 

 and he has so beautifully painted the wings of 

 the butterfly, that although we may attempt to 

 imitate, it is impossible for us to equal its 

 richness. 



Every leaf and every blade of grass is perfect 

 in beauty , the fruit which hangs upon the trees 

 is as beautiful as it is delicious ; the pretty birds 

 sing their cheerful songs; the little insects go 

 flying through the air ; the butterfly flutters 

 about among the flowers ; and every thing in 

 creation seems to say, " Rejoice and be thank- 

 ful be good and be happy." 



Do you remember what I told you the other 

 evening, about the changes through which in- 

 sects pass ? 



Harriet. I do. 



Aunt M. What are they ? 



Harriet. There is first the egg, and then the 

 worm, and then the chrysalis, and then the in- 

 sect with wings. 



ftunt M. That is all just right ; but what is 

 the chrysalis ? 



Harriet. The worm shut up in a case. 



