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it was not until the middle of July of the following year 
that the Butterfly was matured. 
When this period of second birth approaches, — so apt 
an emblem of the resurrection, that the ancient Greeks, 
who used the same term Qkvxv’ psyche) to signify a but- 
terfly and a soul, called the resurrection “ the hope of 
worms,” — it is manifested by a change in the appearance 
of the Chrysalis. The skin becomes very thin and fragile, 
and, for some days before the exclusion, the colours, spots, 
and marks of the perfect Butterfly are distinctly per- 
ceptible, through the transparent integument, but all in 
miniature. 
At length the hour arrives ; the Chrysalis, which for 
some hours has appeared uneasy, wriggling, and apparently 
inflating its body, succeeds in splitting the thin and brittle 
skin of the back. The imprisoned Butterfly pushes out j 
the head with its palpi and y.utenn;e and its spiral tongue, 
and the legs, are all drawn out of their several sheaths, the 
latter limbs are thrown forward, and the insect stands on 
them, weak and staggering. It rests a moment or two, 
then proceeds ; the fainted wings now appear, minute and 
hanging against the sides like wet paper, but perfect in 
their colours and markings. The Butterfly is free 1 
It essays to lift its wings, but these organs, all soft and 
flabby as they are, are utterly unfit for flight. But see, 
a change is coming over them ! They are swelling irregu- 
larly, crumpling up, puckering into folds here and there, 
as their vessels are distending with fluids from the body. 
They look hopelessly spoiled. Though small at first, they 
were at least symmetrical ; but now they look lilio pieces 
of wet paper crushod up in the hand and partially opened, 
