BEAUTIFUL BUTTEKELIES. 



INTRODUCTION. 



' Lo ! the bright train their radiant wings unfold, 

 With silver fringed, and freckled o'er with gold ; 

 On the gay bosom of some fragrant flower 

 They, idly fluttering, live their little hour, 

 Their life all pleasure, and their task all play, 

 All spring their age, and sunshine all their day." 



Mes. Barbauld. 



HAT a pleasant life that must be to lead ! " 

 methinks I hear my young readers exclaim ; 

 " who would not join in the song, — 



* I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower, 

 Where roses, and lilies, and violets meet ?' 



No tiresome books to bother the brains ; no fagging at 

 lessons then ; no cross looks, no angry words ; no head- 

 aches, no stomach-aches, no whippings, no brimstone 

 and treacle ; no anything but what is delightful and 

 pleasant ; flitting about in the sunshine all day long, 



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