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Life and Love. 



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is laborious has passed away ; only two things 

 remain for them : love, isolated from earthly affairs, 

 and death, the mysterious companion of love. 



They will flash in the sun but a few hours. 

 Delicate as morning mist they emerge from the 

 j^ mud, love, then give back to earth the 



seeds of their love, and die, all in the 

 course of a short summer day. 



It is not surprising that the ancients 

 should have seen in the butterfly, emerg- 

 ing winged, beautiful, from the lowly 

 earth-bound chrysalis, a symbol of the 

 human soul. 



The Greek word "psyche" 

 means both soul and butterfly. 

 And in Greek mythology we find 

 the beautiful maiden Psyche, the per- 

 sonified and deified soul, often repre- 

 sented with the wings of a butterfly. 



In this beautiful fancy of the old 

 Greeks, Ps)'che, as is most fitting, is 

 the beloved of Eros, the God of Love, 

 who also is winged. 



Speaking of the final transformation 

 of the insect, Michelet, in his book 

 entitled " The Insect," says: — 



" Love is winged. Mythology is perfectly in 

 the right. This is verified in the proper sense and 

 without metaphor. In one brief moment nature 

 displays a restless anxiety to fly towards the 



