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many silver-colored spots—because of which this species is sometimes 
called the silver-spot. 
I saw one or two monarchs flying about. They were nearly as large 
as the tiger-swallowtail I had caught, but the wings were different in 
shape, and the color was a reddish-brown. The border of the wings 
was black, variated with white dots, and black stripes ran inward toward 
the butterfly’s body. 
The viceroy looks much like the monarch, only it is smaller; but 
careful comparison of the two shows some difference in the pattern of 
the markings and the shades of coloring. 
Among the more beautiful of the smaller butterflies that I observed 
were the yellow clover-butterflies. Their wings were clear lemon yel¬ 
low, with black borders; on each wing of the front pair was a small black 
spot, and on each wing of the back pair was a small orange spot. There 
were numerous small butterflies, and some of them were very delicately 
marked and beautifully colored. 
As I stood and gazed upon these fairy-like creatures, I thought, 
“How artistically Nature has clothed her children! how wonderfully 
God’s power is displayed in all his creation!” 
— N. Grace Graham. 
SONG OF THE GRASSHOPPER 
I saw a brown old grasshopper, 
And he sat upon a stone, 
While ever and anon he chirped 
In a sad and mournful tone; 
And many an anxious, troubled look 
He cast around the naked plain : 
Where now was but a stubble-field 
Once waved the golden grain. 
What ails thee, old brown grasshopper? 
His voice was low and faint, 
As in the language of his race 
He made this dire complaint: 
II Oh! in the long bright summer-tima 
I treasured up no store; 
Now the last sheaf is garnered, 
And the harvest-days are o’er.” 
