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to fly in the sunlight; so it could not be one 

 of them. Perhaps you called it a lady-bird, 

 though bird it was not. It was a hawk- 

 moth. Active, lithe, graceful, covered with 

 the most delicate of powdery clothing, and 

 with a rare beauty of sedate coloration, it is 

 hard to realize that this was once a "tomato 

 worm." Indeed I strongly doubt whether 

 the hawk-moth herself even for a moment 

 has recognized the relationship. 



Is it not natural that men's minds should 

 have seen in such marvellous changes as 

 these something that seemed to make them 

 understand, at least a little less dimly, how 

 we may be sown a natural body and raised a 

 spiritual body ? 



But not all of our insects are so securely 

 packed away for the winter as is the hawk- 

 moth. 



THE LACE-BUG 



Do you want to see a beautiful bug 

 tucked away against the cold ? Go to the 

 nearest sycamore tree and lift up a small 

 piece of its bark from the trunk at about 



