20 TBIBES OF THE 



Always simple quite, and threadlike ; 

 Fore wings, when the moth is resting, 

 Always bellshaped in their outline ; 

 The hind wings are always folded 

 Neatly underneath the fore wings, 

 Never coloured Uke the fore wings. 

 Now a word about the larva. 

 To the gardener mischievous. 

 See the rose leaves spun together, 

 And, when opened very gently, 

 Watch the lai'va wriggling backwards. 

 Through some aperture unnoticed, 

 And then hang in air suspended. 

 By a thread of its own spinning : 

 Everywhere you find such larvae. 

 Spinning up the leaves together, 

 In the garden, in the wild wood. 

 In the hedgerow, from the oak trees. 

 All throughout the days of summer, 

 You may see them gently swinging, 

 By a silken cable swinging, 

 In the bright and breezy sunshine, 

 Swinging as for recreation. 



Tiny Scale Wings, Tineina, 

 Like in nothing but their smallness, 

 Minims of the class of Scale Wings. 

 I am well aware, my Laura, 

 SmaUness is a most uncertain 



