BLACK 



There is a glossy brilliance in the coat of the wild 

 black rabbit or healthy domestic cat, a polish and 

 metallic lustre deck the fiddle beetle, 

 and a score of other so-called black 

 and peacock-blues and greens are 

 sheened on the magpie's tail and 

 wings, while the sombre rook is 

 iridescent in his coat of changing 

 colour. Often hidden, yet still there, 

 Nature blends with the sooty mark- 

 ings on butterflies' wings rich purple 

 blues, deep orange bronze with violet 

 lights, or boldly breaks them up with 

 dazzling scarlet and white, as in the 

 wings of the red admiral. 



There are 

 no dead blacks. 



When her brush on 



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flower-land dwells, with 



matchless skill she in- 

 troduces the spot or line 

 with marvellous attractive- 

 ness and, when more generous, 

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FIELD BEAN 



SINGLE FLOWER OF BEAN 

 B. 7 



