piece together, and placing the middle bend in a bucket of water. Then shape the wetted portion around a bucket or can to form a circular ring; and bind the straight parts together with twine to form a handle. Lest this handle should be too flexible, before binding insert a rigid stick between the canes and bind it in with them. The netting is to be attached as in the case of the metal. A pinning-box comes next in the order of our preparations. This consists of a light box of convenient size, lined with strips of cork. If about to have such a box made, the size, twelve inches by four, and two and a half inches deep will be found very handy and serviceable; though for ordinary work, a good cigar box with strips of cork glued on within placed within a small three-cornered envelope, and so be conveyed home, to be afterwards set and mounted. To begin with here is a lucky capture; it is the largest of our common white Fig. 4. will answer well. Insect pins, and a small bottle of ether or chloroform are to be taken along; and now we are ready. Let us select the neighborhood of a stream, with trees and flowering shrubs along the banks; as we are here in Salt Lake City, we may take a stroll up City Creek Cañon; that is a splendid insect preserve throughout the season. As soon as game is sighted, it is necessary that we cautiously approach as close as possible, and then with a rush engulf the insect with the net, throwing the loose part over the ring so as to confine the capture; gentle pressure on the thorax, or the application of a drop of ether or chloroform to the head and abdomen of the butterfly will cause speedy, and apparently painless death; the insect can then be removed from the net, and be pinned in position within the box, or be Fig. 5. butterfly, the Pieris brassica, of popular acquaintance as the large cabbage butterfly. The sketch (figure 2) shows this insect in full size; the entire cut however, entirely fails in conveying an idea of its faint mottlings of color. Its tints are simply white and black; the male is dis. tinguishable by the presence of two large Fig. 6. black spots on the fore wings. A common insect of close kindred to this is the Pieris rapae or small cabbage butterfly; this is shown in outline in figure 3. Our next capture is that of a more at. tractive insect, the bordered sulphur butterfly (Colias Philodice) sketched in figure 4. This is of sulphur-yellow color, both pairs of wings being bordered with A BUTTERFLY HUNT. black; a black spot is prominent in the central cell of each of the anterior wings, and lighter spots are seen on the hind wings. While we are examining this specimen, another, also of a yellow color, approaches; this we may take without difficulty because of its leisurely flight. It is the 010 379 we have an example. Its wings are richly variegated below, with dark upper surfaces except for the bold relief caused by the vermillion bands running across. It is a swift flier and will tax our skill to capture it. Here is another rapid traveler, called from the variety and beauty of its colors, the Painted Lady (Vanessa Cardui); it is outlined in figure 8. This tinted gem is to be found in fair abundance throughout our valleys, from early spring till late autumn. The upper side of wings are generally dark, with many tawny variations and well-defined spots. The hind wings are more variegated; there being Fig. 9. many lustrous spots. On the under side the spots resemble in their brilliancy, the sparkling eyes of birds. The hind wings are gently scalloped. Our next successful stroke secures for us a specimen of the Comma Butterfly, or the Grapta C album; it is shown in surface view and in profile in figure 9. The wings on their upper surface vary from tawny to brownish red, with much darker mottling; below, the wings are much duller; but a prominent and characteristic marking, which, indeed, has given to the insect both its popular and its scientific names is the bright silvery A BUTTERFLY HUNT. Fig 14. the inclemency of the year. The specimens appearing later are rich and beautiful. Ah! by a fortunate stroke we have secured one of the yellow-banded Silverwing Butterflies, the Argynnis cybele, (figure 13). This is yellowish-red in color with many spots and markings on both the upper and lower wing surfaces; the most attractive markings however, are the silver lines and spots, which give to the insect its name. The insect may best be captured while feeding, as its flight is ordinarily very rapid. The Meadow Butterfly, or Meadow Brown, (Argynnis bellona) is a smaller but related species; it is sketched in figure 14. It is a common kind, and very beautiful in its yellowish red suit with much marginal and surface decoration, in black and silver, with occasional violet markings. 381 people, our most beautiful butterfly. In Fig. 16. Has our hunt not been a successful one? Sixteen fine specimens, besides Fig. 17. By good luck we have taken a pair of the Pale-blue butterflies (Lycena pseudargiolus); the male is shown in figure 15, and the female in figure 16. The wings are generally azure-blue, with duplicates. Does it seem perhaps cruel dusky borders in to some to thus kill these flying gems the female. A num- and floating beauties? Truly we should Fig. 15. ber of closely related have great regard for life in any form; kinds are to be found: all of them being indeed, I think the man who kills a fly known as small blues. without giving to the world good recompense for the life so destroyed, infringes the law. Yet in the slaying of butterflies we are warring against the pests of our orchards and gardens, the destructive caterpillars whose ravages are so marked. It is better to kill the adult insect before Strongly contrasting with the small beauties just examined is the gorgeous yellow swallow-tail butterfly (Papilio turnus), sketched in figure 17 much reduced in size. It is our largest, and according to the judgment of many the eggs are deposited, than to kill the hundreds of larvae appearing later. In killing these insects, we should employ means that are sure, speedy and painless; and seek to gain good from the specimens so secured, by learning something of the lessons of their little lives. THE TITHE BOY. "snack," keep a-pegging away merrily and honestly, and strive to raise one "kid" as honorably as another; and then you may may go and compare the round and red faces of such children with those from the city. The "Tailor-Hans" of Grenchen, the J. E. Talmage. honest old soul, could have told you wonders about it. Methinks I still see him standing before me in his drab knickerbockers, his worsted jacket and his half-crushed black felt hat, packing a sack on his shoulder, peddling around in the village, buying pig's bristles or goat hair, or going down to the city, running after all the druggists to offer them herbs, roots, barks and berries, turning every honest penny over till image and superscription are worn down. [The following anecdote was brought to the present writer's mind while reading "Mark Twain's" "Connecticut Yankee." Readers of that great work will at once remember the coincidence of the quaint Anglo-Saxon story, with the following incident, which is reproduced from the original German-Swiss of the late Dr. Franz Joseph Schild, of Solothurn, published in Volume XI. of Sutermeister's invaluable collection of idiomatic SwissGerman prose and poetry, under the title of "Schwizer-Duetsch," 1882.] Hereabouts the word goes that the Frenchman (rather a "Welshman") said: "Every year a cheese, isn't much cheese; but every year a child, is much child." Well you may think so, that in this way and method there's soon a goodly family, and many a time there arises a quandary as to how to make the two ends meet. That good man, the "Welshman," is more than right; but with his little "saw" he tells us something more and quite different. He means to tell us that a humble, not "hefty" man with so many youngsters, is in a bad row of stumps, and now and then feels like breaking down under so heavy a load. The "Welshman" is right, and not right. If you go through the catalogue or the categories from top to bottom, from the "gentleman" to the plain artisan and laborer, all sorts of households, you find and see many a thing you would not have expected to come across. Then methinks I still see Hans's frau, the "Tailor-Gretel," the little, talkative buzzing-bee, with hamper on her arm, making her weekly trip to the city every Saturday, to execute her errands for the reverend parson or vicar, the town presi dent or the vice, this member of the court or that tavern keeper, coming home with divers tales of town. Hans and Gretel set great store by each other, as was fit and becoming; thus Heaven took delight in the happy pair and did not in vain remind them of the "Welshman's" "saw" of "every year a boy makes soon many boys." Thus "Tailor Hans's" household went on increasing and grew more numerous by one boy every year, without either of the parents pulling a sour face or heav ing a sigh of discontent over the matter; on the contrary, when some meddlesome "good friend" or sympathizing neighbor would undertake to aggravate Hans's heart and to make his load weigh more burdensome, he'd answer in confident parlance: "Oh pshaw! what do you want? It's always been thus and always thus it will be. He who gives me my lads will help me to raise them! For all that, they shall all have enough to eat and be brought up in honesty." And Gretel, the alert, merry soul, whom folks now and then would "guy" behind a half-pint of "cordial" about her crew of little ones, did not get angry but told the |