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you not once tell me no, I learnt it from my mother when I 

 was a little child that the 'leopard could not change his 

 spots, nor the Ethiop his skin.' " 



" Aye ! but I also told you yesterday that the Butterfly is 

 an emblem an image of the soul your soul. The Butterfly 

 was once a crawling greedy caterpillar his world the heart 

 of a cabbage." 



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" The devil fell sick, the devil a monk would be ; 

 The devil got well the devil a monk was he." 



The baron got well ; but his penitence did not exactly evapo- 

 rate in a whiff of brimstone, as is here recorded concerning that 

 of his late master. The genial drops of remorse which the 

 saving angel of sickness, assisted by Father Ambrose, had in- 

 fused into his heart, still worked and fomented there ; and he 

 thought, at least, about many things which had never before 

 entered his mind. Amongst other mementos of his sickness 

 unto death, he remembered something about the metaphor of 

 the Butterfly ; and when he first tottered abroad, an altered 

 man (at least in outward seeming), he could hardly do other- 

 wise than recollect it ; for it was in the month of May when 

 the White Cabbage Butterflies were again flying in all 

 directions, as he ha(J seen them, from his bed, in August. 



One day, while leaning, in his walk, on the arm of Ambrose, 

 a thought a clever one as he believed it entered the conva- 



' lescent's head. 

 VOL. II. 4. 



