for me, and I played ball with them, also hide-and-seck 
and other games, but I am not treated as nicely by mv 
new friends. Now summer has come again, and I am 
preparing to return to the little cottage by the sea 
where I passed so many happy hours, and I know they 
will be very glad to see their little pet “Kitty Clover” 
once again. L 
THE LADIES' FLORAL CABINET. 
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Collecting Butterflies and Moths. 
In the first place, what is the difference between a 
butterfly and a moth? “Moths,” you say, “arelittle 
gray millers that fly around lamps and get burned, and 
butterflies have beautiful wings and are big.” 
My dear children, some moths are larger than any 
butterfly that you ever saw, and then- wings are as 
beautiful and more delicate than butterflies. 
The reason why you do not see them oftener is that 
they like to fly when you are asleep. 
Sometimes you can find one of them in the daytime, 
but almost always, if you wish to catch them, you must 
watch at twilight, or set a trap. 
“A trap! doesn’t it break their pretty wings?” 
Not at all. If you try to catch moths, set a little lan¬ 
tern out-of-doors near a cup of molasses—not syrup, 
but strong-smelling molasses,—and watch for moths 
some summer evening, if your mother will let you sit 
up till nine o’clock as a great treat. 
They will see the light, and come to get the molasses. 
Then have your net ready for them. 
“ But where are we to get the net?” 
Make it, by all means. If you buy one, you will have 
to pay from one to three dollars for the frame. 
Some boys and girls fasten a wire to an old umbrella- 
haudle for their butterfly net. 
That is good, but you can make one still more easily, 
and can get another just like it when it is worn out. 
First, cut a long willow twig, and bend one end into 
a circle about a foot wide. Fasten it until a stout piece 
of twine, and then, if you are good at sewing, make a 
bag of white mosquito netting and fasten it around the 
bent part of the willow twig. 
Then, when you see a butterfly or moth, steal softly 
up to him, put the net over him, and give it a twist so 
that he cannot fly away. 
You must not be disappointed, and pout, and say that 
there is no fun in catching butterflies, and you will 
never try to get one again, even if you lose three or 
four just when you think that you have them. 
Keep on trying, and in a week or two you-will have 
the beginning of a good collection. 
1 ‘ But what shall we do with our butterflies and moths, 
after we have caught them?” 
Something that seems cruel, but is not, foi msec s 
cannot feel pain as we can. Squeeze their bodies, no 
their wings, near the head, between your thumb ana 
forefinger while you count a hundred. 
If you touch their wings, you will find your fingers all 
covered with dust, that is really little scales. . 
When you are older you will learn how to give yo 
insects a drop of ether, that will put them to s eep. 
haps your older brother or sister will use it for you, 
you must not handle it for a year or two yet. ■ 
After the butterfly is dead, carefully put a pm thr = 
his body, and then into a cork, and spread out Ins wm c 
with little strips of card fastened by pins to the board 
on which he is laid. 
If you put the pins through the card just outside the 
wings, and then lay the other end of the card upon them, 
you can spread them very well. 
You may catch a large moth in the evening, and if you 
look at him and the butterfly together, you will see that 
they are different. 
In the first place their bodies are unlike. Which is 
larger than the other? 
Then the wings are different in shape. Which has the 
longer hind wings? 
The feelers, too, are different. Which insects have 
knobs on the .ends, and which have branches on both 
sides ? 
Another way of collecting bisects is by putting cater¬ 
pillars and the leaves on which you find them into a 
box, with netting over the top, and letting them spin 
cocoons, or grow hard and dry and seem dead. 
Sometimes you can find cocoons, or—a long, hard 
word—chrysalides, on bushes and trees or fences. 
You will soon learn to know them and keep them till 
butterflies and moths come out of them.— Youths' Com¬ 
panion. 
The Dog Major and the Cat.— A gentleman in this 
city owns a line large dog named Major. Major’s hatred 
of a cat appears to be deep-seated, and he will kill all 
that conies in his way. His master’s wife had a cat 
which she determined Major should not harm, and 
she took great pains to impress the big brute with this 
idea. She would take puss in her arms, carry her up to 
the dog, and while stroking and pettmg her would talk 
to her enemy reprovingly. The intelligent dog seemed 
to understand every word she said, but for all that he 
would keep his eyes fastened upon puss with a longing 
and hungry look. But liis mistress conquered, and made 
him understand that he must live on friendly terms with 
puss. More than once he had been seen watching the 
cat with a look of evil intent, but out of respect to his 
mistress he conquered his nature, and would throw him¬ 
self upon the ground with a sigh expressive of deep dis¬ 
gust at the situation. The cat was disposed to be on 
friendly terms with her enemy, but Major would not 
tolerate the slightest familiarity. Whenever puss ap¬ 
proached him he would get up and go away -with a 
melancholy look, which seemed to say: “lam dying to 
kill you, and it’s dog-gone hard luck that I can’t do it.” 
Thus matters went on for some months, and puss began 
to incur the displeasure of her mistress by sneaking up 
stairs at every opportunity and making trouble by curling 
herself up and taking naps on the snowy counterpanes 
and doing such other untidy acts as would naturally 
arouse the ire of a neat housekeeper. One morning the 
lady told her husband that the cat was getting so trouble¬ 
some that she guessed it would have to be killed. A few 
minutes later a rusk and a struggling noise was heard, 
and as the lady of the house hastened to the door to see 
what had happened, Major walked up to his mistress 
and laid at her feet the dead body of puss, then looked 
up with an ah of triumph, and wagged his tail with 
intense satisfaction. He had heard his mistress express 
the wish that puss might be killed, and this was so in 
consonance with his own feelings that he went right out 
and finished the cat.— Hartford Times. 
