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taken but a minute. And who says that 

 she had done an3rthing wrong ? Who hints 

 at a disagreement between science and faith ? 

 Nay, let us rather believe with Coleridge — 



" He prayeth best, who loveth best 

 All things, both great and small," — 



especially small church-going lepidoptera of 

 the rarer sorts. 



With zealots Hke this about you, as I have 

 intimated, you may safely speak out. If 

 you have seen an unexpected, long-expected 

 warbler, or a chimney-top duck, or a skyward 

 soaring lark, you may talk of it without fear, 

 with no restraint upon your feelings or your 

 phrases. Here things are seen as they are ; 

 truth is cleared of false lights, and Wisdom 

 is justified of her children. Happy Fran- 

 conia ! 



' ' Has she not shown us all ? 

 From the clear space of ether, to the small 

 Breath of new buds unfolding- ? From the meaning 

 Of Jove's large eyebrow, to the tender greening 

 Of April meadows ? " 



Happy Franconia ! " Nested and quiet in 

 a valley mild ! " I think of her June straw- 

 berries and her perennial enthusiasms, and 

 I wish I were there now. 



