THE BUTTERFLY: CONTEMPLATING 



HIM, 



UTTERFLY-HUNTING is a 

 means, not an end. The end is 

 to know them, to become inti- 

 mate with them, so that, as you 

 move about the garden, or lie 

 dreaming, 



"Modo sub antiqua ilice, 

 Modo in tenaci gramine. 

 Labuntur altis interim ripis aquas, 

 Queruntur in silvis aves," 



each gay pleasure-hunter that flits by you may be an 

 acquaintance with a character and an individuality of its 

 own. These are just the situations that butterflies revel in, 



