BUTTERFLY HUNTING. 



|N a boy the desire to capture one of these 

 beautiful insects that comes dancing and flut- 

 tering before his eyes, as if to invite pursuit, 

 is natural and instinctive ; off goes the cap without any 

 other thought than how the prize is to be obtained ; 

 trampled flower borders, torn trousers, even bruised 

 limbs, are as nothing in the account, and probably he 

 sits down at last, flushed, heated, tired, and disap- 

 pointed ; but it is only to start up again and renew the 

 chase, should the same chance of a capture offer itself. 



" Before your sight 

 Mounts on the breeze the Butterfly, and soars, 

 Small creature as she is, from earth's bright bowers 

 Into the dewy clouds.' ' 



And while you stand wondering what has become of 

 the insect which seemed but now within your grasp, 

 another brighter and more beautiful still issues from 

 the variegated tulip cup, and as Mrs. Hemans has it, 



