SOME BUTTERFLY FRIENDS 



essence of ambrosia, to tipple on this 

 spirit of nectar which the night reserves 

 for those that love it. 



I do not know why the clethra which 

 gleams so white in the dusk should 

 need anything more than its own white 

 beauty to call the moth to its wooing. 

 Perhaps it does not need more. Per- 

 haps all this fine fragrance is but the 

 overflow of its soul's delight at being 

 young and chastely beautiful, and trem- 

 bling in the ultra violet darkness on that 

 delicious verge of life that waits the 

 wooer. I half fancy that this is true of 

 all perfume of flowers, that it is less a 

 call to butterfly or bee to come to their 

 winning than it is a radiation of delight 

 from their own pure hearts at the dawn- 

 ing of the full joy of living. I am not 

 always 'willing to take the word of the 

 scientific investigator on these points as 



