A BUTTERFLY. 



hour, only to be unrewarded, and all the time 

 obliged to keep a sharp lookout for hungry 

 birds. It takes some food to furnish energy to 

 keep up their flight. They will gladly help 

 themselves from sap that issues from a wounded 

 tree, and some nourishment there must be in 

 the muddy water, and it helps them over a hard 

 time. I have known this species to frequent 

 the drainage of a distillery, and become so drunk 

 they could not fly, and the birds made havoc of 

 them in great numbers, till their wings were 

 scattered like autumn leaves over the treacher- 

 ous ground an insect tragedy resulting from 

 the same agency that has so often torn and 

 crushed the wings of human hope and love. 



These individuals now flying here and there 

 have all come forth out of great tribulations and 

 hairbreadth escapes. It is but early summer 

 yet, and before the ground freezes nearly all 

 will have been eaten, or fatally wounded. The 

 battered remnant will perish of cold, and not 

 one of them will see the sun of another summer. 

 Let us look a little further into this matter. 

 Each female will lay not less than two hundred 

 green eggs. These will be placed, one here, 

 and another there, on leaves of trees apple, 

 plum, cherry, birch, willow, etc. In two weeks, 

 if nothing serious has happened to them, they 



