32 THROUGH GLADE AND MEAD. 
poems, “Thanatopsis” and ‘Lines to a Waterfowl.” 
Ever since that day the sight of one of these, wherever 
it may be, recalls instantly, paints as it were on vacancy, 
the picture of a little wooded dell down which a brook 
runs gently murmuring, where the earliest spring flowers 
love to dwell. It was in this quiet nook that the earliest 
butterflies would be found in the last days of April; the 
Antiopa butterfly (Vanessa Antiopa, L.), having spent 
the winter in some sheltered spot in a partially torpid 
state, is fluttering with ragged and faded wings in search 
of its mate. With this early start two generations of 
Antiopa will see the light before the frosts of another 
winter. There too, at the same time, we have seen 
the small yellow Philodice butterfly (Colzas Philodice, 
Godart), the Comma butterfly (Grapta Comma, Harris), 
and the beautiful little azure-blue (Lycena Pseudargi- 
olus, Boisd. and Lec.). The old Dwinnell road, which 
leads to this charmed spot, was in those days our favor- 
ite path. It seemed to lead into a region where 
“All that is most beauteous is imaged there 
In happier beauty ; more pellucid streams, 
An ampler ether, a diviner air, 
And fields invested with purpureal gleams.” 
Was there ever such a road as that? Can there ever be 
such another? We have our doubts. 
