72 MAY 



those days ! when they all looked to me to share 

 their pleasures. Alas! they have all out-grown 

 their crazes, and are solemn, respectable people of 

 science and learning now; while I who ought to 

 feel old, cannot. This garden is full of those same 

 butterflies, but no one even looks at them; and 

 their former admirers are all scattered about, 

 hundreds of miles from each other, and have left 

 me on the shelf, solitary. 



