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ing but the fact of its red color is discernible. 

 But when we bring our magnifying-glass to bear 

 upon it, its diminutive size is forgotten, while its 

 shape is now perfectly familiar to us all — a lob- 

 ster! a veritable live young lobster, and what is 

 even more strange, a live boiled lobster at that ! 

 No, it must be a crab lobster, for was ever the 

 liveliest lobster in its greenest stages half so spry 

 as this warlike midge, whose free, upraised, open 

 claws threaten to nip our fingers off as we hold 

 the lens above him. But nag and prod him as 

 we will, no provocation will induce him to loosen 

 his grip on his means of transport. 



For how many days, I wonder, has he been on 

 this particular flying trip } How many miles has 

 he travelled, and what varied experiences has he 

 survived ! How many are the lumps of sugar, the 

 drops of molasses, the slices of bread, and pats of 

 butter over which he has been trailed, to say 

 nothing of puddles of fresh ink ! And then 

 think of the many hours in which, from his pres- 

 ent position, he must have conspicuously figured 

 at that toe - twisting toilet of his host ! Fancy 

 brushing your coat and combing your hair with a 

 live boiled lobster ! 



But pollen grains are not pumpkins and foot- 

 balls and tea-boxes, as the microscope would have 

 us believe ; nor does the drop of water contain 

 a herd of strange elephants. Can it be possible 



