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ses and water, and gives you " revenge." I 

 fill a smooth china bowl with the liquid and put 

 it under the trees and vines. They get in, bul 

 can't get out, and, like the " dying swan," they 

 hum themselves to death. Or to indulge in 

 another allusion suitable to their just, but un- 

 happy fate, they die on the same general prin- 

 ciple that Mirabeau preferred, when he said, 

 " Intoxicate me with perfume; let me die with 

 the sound of music." 



Exit wasp, hornet, yellow-jacket and my 

 chapter. 



