PapWo Podalvrius recorded as British by Haworth, but no British epedmen is known. 



PRELUDE OF MOTTOES. 



CHILD OP THE SUIT, pursue thy rapturous flight, 

 Mingling with her thou loVst, in fields of light ; 

 And where the flowers of Paradise unfold. 

 Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. 

 There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky, 

 Expand and shut with silent ecstasy. 

 Yet wert then once a worm, a thing that crept 

 On the base earth, then wrought a tomb, and slept. 

 And snch is man ; soon from his cell of clay 

 To burst a seraph in the blaze of day. 



ROGERS. 



Who loves not the gay butterfly, which flits 

 Before him in the ardent noon array' d 

 In crimson, azure, emerald, and gold; 

 Wi:h more magnificence upon his wing- 

 His little wing than ever graced the robe 

 Gorgeous of royalty ; is like the kine 

 That wanders 'mid the flowers that gem the mead, 

 Unconscious of their beauty. 



CiBBIlfGTOir. 



Behold again, with saffron wing superb, 

 The giddy butterfly. .Released at length 

 From his warm winter cell, he mounts on high, 

 No longer reptile, but endowed with plumes, 

 And through the blue air wanders ; pert, alights, 

 And seems to sleep, but from the treacherous hand 

 Snatches his beauiies suddenly away 

 And zigzag dances o'er the flowery dell. 



HUBDIS. 



Late, as I wandered o'er a verdant meadow, 

 Loathsome and hairy creatures were devouring 

 Every leaf that tempted with its greenness, 



Or by its fragrance. 



Great was their toiling, earnest their contention, 

 Piercing their hunger, savage the dissension. 

 Selfish their striving, hideous their bearing, 



Ugly their figure. 



Next day I wandered to the verdant meadow ; 

 Each worm was spinning for himself a mantle ; 

 It was his grave-shroud ; and I watched him closely 



Wrap it around him. 



Once more I wandered by the verdant meadow ; 

 Each worm was bursting from his long confinement ; 

 Each one was spreading to the sun's bright beaming, 



Quivering pinions. 



Hued like a rainbow, sparkling as a dewdrop, 

 Glittering as gold, and lively as a swallow. 

 Each left his grave-shroud, and in rapture winged him 



Up to the heavens. 



Oh ! then, shall man, on earth condemned to trouble, 

 Toilsome existence, warfare with his kindred, 

 Build for himself his last cold habitation, 



Doomed to remain there P 



No ; like these creatures, trouble, toil. M>d prison 

 Chequer his pathway to a bright hereafter 

 When he shall mount him to the happy regions 



Made to receive him. 



Frail feeble sprites ! the children of a dream ! 



* * * 



Like motes dependent in the sunny beam, 



Living but in the sun's indulgent hen, 



And when that light withdraws, withdrawing then ; 



So do we flutter in the glance of youth 



And fervid fancy, and so perish when 



The eye of faith grows aged. 



Hooo. 



These be the pretty genn of the flowe-s ; 

 Daintly fed with honey and pure dew. 



HOOD. 



Their wings with aznre, green, and purp'e gloss'd, 

 Studded with colour'd eyes, with gems embossed, 

 Inlaid with pearl, and marked with various stains 

 Of lively crimson through their dusky veins. 



MBS. BABBACLD. 



Lo, the bright train their radiant wings unfold 

 With silver fringed, and freckled o'er with gold. 

 On the gay bosom of some fragrant flower, 

 They idlv fluttering live their little hour ; 

 Their life all pleasure, and their task all play, 

 All spring their age, and sunshine all their day. 



MBS. BABBAULD. 



As, rising on its purple wing, 

 The insect queen of Eastern spring 

 O'er emerald meadows of Kashmere 

 Invites the young pursuer near, 

 And leads him on from flower to flower 

 A weary chase and wasted hour ; 

 Then leaves him, as it soars on high, 

 With panting heart and tearful eye. 



The lovely toy so fiercely sought 

 Has lost its charm by being caught, 

 For every touch that wooed its stay 

 Has brushed its brightest hues away. 



BTKOIT. 



Voyez ce papillon echappe du tombeau, 



Sa morr, fut un sommeil, et sa tombe un berceau ; 



II brise le fourreau qui 1'enchainait dans 1'ombre ; 



Deux y eux paraieot son front, et ses j eux sont sans nombre ; 



II se tranait a peine, il part comroe 1' eclair ; 



II rampait sur la terre, il voltige dans 1'air. 



DK LILLT. 



Round about doth flie, 

 From bed to bed, from one to t'other border; 



And take survey with curious busy eye, 

 Of every flower and herbe there set in order. 



Now this, now that, be tasteth tenderly, 

 Yet none of them he rudely doth disorder. 



Ne with his feete their silken leaves deface 



But pastures on the pleasures of each place. 



