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semble the body of an adult insect much \yxvi^ 13 



more than did the caterpillars. By the 



end of June vast numbers hav^e burst, and 

 the " imago " formed within has spread 

 its wings and is lending interest and 

 beauty to the scene as it flits from flower 

 to flower; but next month will see even 

 more of these exquisite creatures. 



"Whether we look, or whether we listen, 

 We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; 

 Every clod feels a stir of might, 



An instinct within it that reaches and 

 towers, 

 And, groping blindly within it for light. 

 Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; 

 The cowslip startles in meadows green, 



The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, 

 And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean 



To be some happy creature's palace ; 

 The little bird sits at his door in the suii, 



Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, 

 And lets his illumined being o'errun 



With the deluge of summer it receives ; 

 His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, 

 And the heart in her dumb breast flutters 



and sings ; 

 He sings to the wide world and she to her 



nest — 

 In the nice ear of nature, which song is the 

 best ?" 



Early summer is a quiet season among 

 the "four- foots" — as Mrs. Wright pret- 

 tily styles the quadrupeds — who are en- 

 gaged with family cares like the birds. 

 Young 'coons, foxes, skunks, and minks 



