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THE YOUNG FLORIST. 



Early in the month, our young friends 

 were highly amused, in observing the red and 

 yellow butterflies, whirling round in playful 

 company ; now lighting upon the margin of the 

 still brook — then flitting from flower to flow- 

 er of the milkweed, and other showy plants 

 that lined the margin of the stream ; while the 

 larger and more gaudy species were to be 

 seen in their more solitary flight, mixing oc- 

 casionally with the puny tribes. The Drag- 

 on Flies, with long needle-like body, and 

 transparent wings, mingled in the sport, as 

 they rapidly skimmed over the surface of the 

 smooth water. In the evening twilight might 

 be seen moths of every description. One 

 species in particular arrested their attention, 

 (as they were looking at the Evening Prim- 

 roses,) which was hovering about this flower 

 and the Four o'Clock. Henry supposed it was 

 a species of Humming Bird, until he caught 



