VADK MECT'M. 15 



" Voyez ce Papillon 6cliai>iK' du tombean, 



Sa mort fiit un sommeil, ot sa tombe un borceau ; 



11 brise le foiirreau qui I'pchainait dans roinbrc ; 



Deux ycux paraiontson front, etscs yeux sont suns nombro; 



II se trainait a peine, il part comnie I'eclaii- ; 



II rauipait sur la terre, il voltige dans I'air." 



nr, LihLE. 



Nor can I resist offering another equally applicable quota- 

 tion from the amiable Hurdis : 



" Heliold again with saffron wing siiperl). 

 The giddy liiUtc-rfly. licleas'd at length 

 I'rom his wiirni winter cell, lie mounts on high. 

 No longer rejjiile, but endowed with plumes, 

 And tltrougli tiie Jilue air wanders ; j)ert aliglits. 

 And seems to sleep, l)Ut from tlie treaclieroas Imnd 

 Snatches his Ijeauties suddenly away. 

 And zig-zag dances o'er the flowery dell." 



I'AVOniTE VILLAGE. 



The clothing of the organs of flight of the Butterfly excites 

 the admiratiou of the most incurious beholder. The gorge- 

 ous wings of these universal favorites owe their beauty to an 

 infinite number of little plumes, thickly planted in their 

 surfaces, and so minute as to seem like powder ; but wliicli 

 are in fact an innumerable number of small scales varying 

 in shape and length in different species, and discoverable 

 only by the assistance of a microscope. Peculiar beauties of 

 hue sometimes distinguisli a wliole genera or family. What 

 can be more lovely than that tribe of little Butterflies wliich 

 flit around us everywliere in our summer rambles, whicli 

 ai'e called Blues, and which exhibit the various tints of tlie 

 sky ? Among these, Poli/ommatus Adonis scarcely yields to 

 any exotic Butterfly in the celestial purity of its azure wings. 



