They speak through the rare attractions with which they are
invested,--through the wing, the flight, the airy existence,--through
the fancy which possesses them (says good Du Tertre) of becoming
birds. They speak through their brilliant hieroglyphics of colours and
fantastic designs, their strange coquetry of extraordinary toilets.
They speak in their very lustre, and some species reveal their inner
flame by a visible torch.
[Illustration]
They lavish with royal magnificence their last days. And wherefore
should they economize, when to-morrow they die? Break forth then, O
life of splendour! Sparkle, ye gold and emeralds, and sapphires and
rubies! And let that incandescent ardour, that torrent of existence,
that cataract of profuse radiance, be poured out in one common, rapid
flood!
There is not space in our museums for the proper display of the
prodigious, the unbounded variety of decoration with which Nature
has, mother-like, sought to glorify the hymeneal of the insect and
to emparadise its nuptials. A distinguished amateur having had the
patience to show me in due succession genus after genus, species after
species, the whole of his immense collection, I was astounded--in
truth, I was stupefied--almost terrified by the inexhaustible energy--I
was going to say fury--of invention which Nature displayed. I was
overcome--I closed my eyes, and begged for a truce; my brain was
dizzied and blinded, and became confused. But she, she would not
let me go; she inundated and overwhelmed me with beautiful beings,
with fantastic beings, with admirable monsters, with wings of fire,
and cuirasses of emerald, clad in a hundred kinds of enamel, armed
with singular apparatus--no less brilliant than formidable; some in
embrowned steel, shot with yellow--others in silken hoods, embroidered
with black velvet; these with fine dashes of tawny silk on a rich
mahogany ground; those in pomegranate-coloured velvet lit up with gold;
others in luminous, indescribable azures, relieved by jet-black beads;
and others, again, bright in metallic streaks alternating with heavy
velvet.
It was as if they wished to say:--
"We in ourselves are the whole of Nature. If she perishes, we shall
enact a drama, and personate all her creations. For if you look for
rich furry garb, behold us here in mantles such as a Russian czarina
never wore. Do you wish for feathers? behold us radiant in plumage
which the humming-bird cannot equal; or if you prefer leaves, we can
imitate them so as to deceive your eye. Even wood--in fact, all kinds
of substances--there is nothing which we cannot imitate. Take, I pray
you, this little twig, and hold it in your hand,--it is an insect!"
Then I was fairly conquered. I made a humble reverence to a people so
redoubtable; with a burning brain I issued from the magic cave; and
for a long time afterwards the sparkling scintillating masks danced
and whirled around me, pursuing me, and maintaining on my retina their
wild, strange revel.
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