22 VIGNETTES FROM NATURE. 



III. 



RED CAMPION AND WHITE. 



THE bank along the footpath that leads from 

 the village to Culverhole Cliffs is just at 

 present all aglow with a varied wealth of 

 flowers and insect life. The yellow cabbage- 

 butterflies are flitting over the blue masses 

 of wild hyacinths ; the ladybirds are busy 

 among the wee green aphides on the bud- 

 ding sprays of honeysuckle ; and the bronzed- 

 mailed beetles are hunting for smaller insects 

 beside the matted stems and roots of the big 

 white stitchworts. The gorse has burst into 

 its wonted blaze of blossom, so bright that 

 one can hardly wonder at Linnaeus, who fell 

 upon his knees and thanked God with 



