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THE TRANSFORMATION. 
changed it is! Its color was of a golden hue ; 
hut that has vanished, for the fluid has dried up, 
and you can trace distinctly the form of the 
insect within. The wings are neatly folded up, 
and packed upon the shoulders; they are at 
present of a dull muddy color, and give no 
symptom of the brilliant tints that will, by and 
bye, adorn them. The antennae and the legs 
lie straight down upon the breast, and already 
they are so firm and strong, that the insect can 
move them about. 
It is very near the period of its escape, and 
while we are looking at it, it becomes violently 
agitated, and struggles with its legs, until the 
case, that holds it, bursts. But each part of 
its body, its legs, its antennre, and its trunk, is 
enclosed in a separate case, and it has to draw 
them out, just as we draw our fingers from a 
glove. 
It is now partly at liberty; its legs are free, 
and it works them about, and labours to get 
clear of its prison. The skin of the back flies 
open, and uncovers the wings. The chrysalis 
case is in ruins; and the butterfly pauses, her 
feet resting upon it, and as if she were ex¬ 
hausted with her efforts. Her crumpled wings 
droop like wet paper; they are no larger than 
your finger nail, and still present no appearance 
