

INSECT SENSES. 



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" In the nice Bee, what sense so subtly true, 

 From poisonous herbs extracts the healing dew ?" 



THIS lovely spring-time lias brought round a grand festival 

 a feast of the Senses, which seated, as sisters, at nature's 

 bounteous board, are now being specially regaled, each with 

 a " dainty dish " peculiarly suited to her liking. 



The /Sight now banquets on the vernal landscape as day by 

 day the trees put on fresh tints of beauty, and as 



" Daisies pied and violets blue 

 And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, 

 Do paint the meadows with delight." 



