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immediately joined in fluttering play; 
they, in their flight, encircled each 
other, now this, now that, the upper¬ 
most ; but, although they thus kept 
on wantoning round and round, their 
progress was directly upwards, to¬ 
wards the Heavens ; higher and 
higher they still ascended amidst their 
playful endearments, until I lost sight 
of them in the immensity of the blue 
space. As my eyes were still up¬ 
turned to the spot where they escaped 
my vision, I said aloud, “ Then, 
there may be something in the belief 
of the ancients concerning the affinity 
of the human soul and the butterfly.” 
“ Assuredly,” replied the sweetest 
