22 VIGNETTES FROM NATURE, 



III. 



RED CAMPION AND WHITE. 



I 



The bank along the footpath that leads from 

 the village to Culverhole Cliffs is just at 

 present all aglow with a varied wealth of 

 fiowers and insect life. The yellow cabbage- 

 butterflies are flitting over the blue masses 

 of wild hyacinths ; the ladybirds are busy 

 among the wee green aphides on the bud- 

 ding sprays of honeysuckle ; and the bronzed- 

 mailed beetles are hunting for smaller insects 

 beside the matted stems and roots of the big 

 ' white stitchworts. The gorse has burst into 

 , its wonted blaze of blossom, so bright that 

 one can hardly wonder at Linnaeus, who fell 

 upon his knees and thanked God with 



