When we come to the subject of grasshoppers, I think that the French poets have done much better than the English. There are many poems on the field grasshopper; I scarcely know which to quote first. But I think you would be pleased with a little composition by the celebrated French painter, Jules Breton. Like Rossetti he was both painter and poet; and in both arts he took for his subjects by preference things from country life. This little poem is entitled "Les Cigales." The word "cigales," though really identical with our word "cicala," seldom means the same thing. Indeed the French word may mean several different kinds of insects, and it is only by studying the text that we can feel quite sure what sort of insect is meant. Lorsque dans l'herbe mûre ancun épi ne bouge, Qu'à l'ardeur des rayons crépite le frement, Que le coquelicot tombe languissament Sous le faible fardeau de sa corolle rouge, Tous les oiseaux de l'air out fait taire leur chants; Les ramiers paresseux, au plus noir des ramures, Somnolents, dans les bois, out cessé leurs murmures Loin du soleil muet incendiant les champs. Dans le blé, cependant, d'intrépides cigales Jetant leurs mille bruits, fanfare de l'été, Out frénétiquement et sans trève agité Leurs ailes sur l'airaine de leurs folles cymbales. Trémoussantes, deboutes sur les longs épis d'or, Virtuoses qui vont s'eteindre avant l'automne, Elles poussent au del leur hymne monotone Que dans I'ombre des nuits retentisse encore. Et rien n'arrêtera leurs cris intarissables; Quand on les chassera de l'avoine et des blés. Elles émigreront sur les buissons brulés Qui se meurent de soif dans les deserts de sable. Sur l'arbuste effeuillé, sur les chardons flétris Qui laissent s'envoler leur blanche chevelure, On reverra l'insecte à la forte encolure, Pleine d'ivresse, toujours s'exalter dans ses cris. Jusqu'à ce qu'ouvrant l'aile en lambeaux arrachée, Exasperé, brulant d'un feu toujours plus pur, Son oeil de bronze fixe et tendu vers l'azur, II expire en chantant sur la tige séchée. For the word "encolure" we have no English equivalent; it means the line of the neck and shoulder--sometimes the general appearance of shape of the body. "When in the ripening grain field not a single ear of wheat moves; when in the beaming heat the corn seems to crackle; when the poppy languishes and bends down under the feeble burden of its scarlet corolla, "Then all the birds of the air have hushed their songs; even the indolent doves, seeking the darkest part of the foliage in the tree, have become drowsy in the woods, and have ceased their cooing, far from the fields, which the silent sun is burning. "Nevertheless, in the wheat, the brave grasshoppers uttering their thousand sounds, a trumpet flourish of summer, have continued furiously and unceasingly to smite their wings upon the brass of their wild cymbal.