THOSE PUZZLING COCOON CLUSTERS 2OI 



side to side for a few moments, and then concludes to 

 make the best of a bad matter and forget his troubles 

 in a generous meal of clover, for he now must eat for a 

 host where he ate for but one before. 



In a few days the eggs have hatched into minute 

 larvae ; these attach themselves to the tissues within his 

 body, and are probably little more than an inconven- 

 ience to our caterpillar until the final few moments of 

 his career. He now suddenly loses his appetite, and 

 feels an " all gone " sensation, such as few dyspeptics 

 ever experience. In a few minutes we shall look for 

 him in vain, his place being occupied by a cluster of 

 white or yellow cocoons and a few whitish grubs half 

 hid in their unfinished webs. An hour ago he was a 

 full-grown, apparently normal caterpillar; now nothing 

 remains of his identity but a thin, shrivelled skin down 

 among the grass, while the butterfly of his hope has 

 given place to a brood of black ichneumon -flies a 

 most pregnant illustration, drawn from real life, of the 

 dire consequences of indwelling, abiding sin, which is re- 

 spectfully referred to the consideration of our pulpit 

 counsellors. 



