A SYLVAN MOEALITY ; OE, A WOED TO WIVES. 



" These summer wings 

 Have borne me in my days of idle pleasure ; 

 I do discard them." 



" And, Benedict, love on ; I will requite thee, 

 Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand." 



WE have a young relative, about whom we are going to 

 relate a little ai^dote connected with insect history, which 

 requires, however, a few prefatory words. 



At the age of 17, Emily S " came out," gilt and lettered, 

 from the Minerva Press of a fashionable boarding-school, and 

 was, two years afterwards bound (in white sating as a bride. In 



