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CHAPTER IV. 



APRIL. 



THE sunshine of this variable, though often delightful 

 month, calls many of our insects into being. Several of 

 the early white Butterflies may be seen flitting about, re- 

 joicing us, as harbingers of spring, and sipping the sweets 

 of the few flowers now in bloom ; the less delicate, but more 

 brilliant Beetle, attracts our attention, as it runs swiftly 

 across our path, or flies heavily during a warm evening, 

 with its peculiar, humming sound ; the elegant Dragon Fly 

 emerges from the watery bed in which it had passed the first 

 stage of its existence, and hovers over the element it has so 

 lately quitted, as though unwilling to leave its native home 

 to try new scenes ; and though, 



" Spring is but the child 

 Of churlish winter, in her froward moods 

 Discovering much the temper of her sire/' 



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