The Cricket: the Burrow 



I find more force and more truth in the 

 apologue by the nameless friend to whom I 

 owe the Provenqal piece, La Cigalo e la 

 Fournigo. He will forgive me if for the 

 second time I expose him, without his con- 

 sent, to the dangerous honour of print. 

 Here it is: 



Le Grillon 



Uhistoire des betes rapporte 

 Qu' 'autrefois un pauvre grillon, 

 Prenant le soleil sur sa porte, 

 Fit passer un beau papillon. 



Un papillon a longues queues, 

 Superbe, des mieux decores, 

 Avec rangs de lunules bleues, 

 Galons noirs et gros points doresJ 1 



" Vole, vole," lui dit I'ermite, 

 " Sur les fleurs, du matin au soir; 

 " Ta rose, ni ta marguerite 

 Ne valent mon humble manoir." 



II disait wai. Vient un orage 

 Et le papillon est noye 



1 My friend, who is always accurate in his descriptions, 

 is here speaking, if I be not mistaken, of the Swallow- 

 tail. — Author's Note. 



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