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other Roses ; and the caterpillars eat the underside 
of my leaves and the bark of my stems. When the 
woodpeckers come, they devour the caterpillars ; 
but they are not always here. That emerald-fly 
comes oftener than I like to see him, though he is 
so brilliant—but there is a chirping sparrow who 
will soon catch him ; and that ruby-throated hum¬ 
ming-bird will build her nest near us, I think, for 
she has been flying about me for several days. She 
will soon have occasion to catch those naughty bugs 
for her young ones.” 
Thus lamented the Blush Rose her many griefs. 
The fairest beauty is soonest marred. The deli¬ 
cacy of this fair Rose’s skin was like a tender con¬ 
science, aware even of the slightest taint. 
Mary’s attention was now caught by a leaf-cut- 
ting bee, who was making holes in the green 
leaves of a Cinnamon-rose. She watched her 
