MOORLAND IDYLLS. 



are spinning cocoons or encasing themselves 

 in iridescent chrysalis shells, from which to 

 emerge in April as full-fledged moths or 

 gay cabbage butterflies. Everything is pre- 

 paring for next summer's idyll. Winter is 

 but a sleep, if even that ; thank Heaven, I 

 see in autumn the " promise and potency " 

 of all that makes June sweet or April vocal. 



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