...cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies; Hi.-» -hiold was the »hell of a ladybug queen, Studs of gold on a ground of green ; And the quivering lance which he burnished bright, Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight." August, which we count the eighth...

...his breast Was onee the wild bee's golden vest ; His eloak, of a theusand mingled dyes, Was form'd of the wings of butterflies ; His shield was the shell of a lady-bug queen, Stnds of gold on a ground of green ; And the quivering lanee whieh he brandish'd bright, Was the sting...

...makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each olher as they meet. —Longfellow, p. 239. 149. Swift he bestrode his firefly steed ; He bared his blade of the bent-grass blue ; He drove his spurs of the cockle seed, And away like a glance of thought he lew,'5...