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creature, perfect in all its beauty, to soar aloft in the 

 sunlight and enjoy the sweet warm summer air for a 

 brief season — a type to man of the promised resurrection 

 of his own body from the dust of the earth, through the 

 perfect work of redeeming love in the Lord Jesus Christ. 

 " Death ! where is thy sting ? Grave ! where is thy 

 victory ? " 



Since the above description of the Attacus cecropia 

 was written, some years ago, I have had knowledge of 

 two varieties of this remarkably beautiful moth. 



About two years ago a friend sent me from Chicago 

 three cocoons of this species. These cases, attached to 

 slender twigs, were much smaller in size than the apple- 

 tree variety, and were light brown and finely felted. 



The moths (two came out all right, one was abortive) 

 were smaller in every way, but beautiful in markings 

 and color. They remained on a sunny window for some 

 days, then one died and the other disappeared. 



Last Christmas I was given another cocoon, fixed to a 

 red-barked dog-wood spray. It was of large size and 

 very unlike the brown woolly cases I had hitherto seen. 

 It was constructed of dead leaves and a grey papery 

 substance like that of the wasp. There was no opening 

 whatever in it ; all was closely sealed up. 



One sunny morning (April 21st) I was delighted 

 at the sight of the tenant of the grey house, a 

 magnificent specimen of the Attacus moth. It stood 



