The Butterfly Orchis is rather rare except where there is a chalky soil. The Spider Orchis has gained its name from the great resemblance it bears to one of those large, fat-bodied garden spiders, which are often noticed for the singular beauty of the markings on their backs. Another is so very like a fly, that it is named the Fly Orchis; another is like a lizard, or some strange reptile, and the flowers being yellow, green, and purple, and twisted in and about one another in a very odd way, it really looks like some horrible group of queer living creatures. One, from being fancied like a man, is called Man Orchis; another, very gayly spotted, and ornamented with a helmet-like appendage, is the Military Orchis; another is called Bee Orchis. Bishop Mant thus alludes to some of these: Well boots it the thick-mantled leas To traverse: if boon nature grant, To crop the insect-seeming plant, The vegetable Bee; or nigh Of kin, the long-horned Butterfly, White, or his brother purple pale, Scenting alike the evening gale; The Satyr flower, the pride of Kent, Of Lizard form, and goat-like scent. * * * * * No wonder that cheek in its beauty transcendent, Excelleth the beauty of others by far; No wonder that eye is so richly resplendent, For your heart is a rose and your soul is a star. _Mrs. Osgood._ * * * * * What right have you, madam, gazing in your shining mirror daily, Getting so by heart your beauty, which all others must adore; While you draw the golden ringlets down your fingers, to vow gayly, You will wed no man that’s only good to God,--and nothing more. _Miss Barrett._ BOX.... _Stoicism_.