However, Sir Butterfly was a shrewd critic, and could find faults in each one of these beauties. But when he came before Miss Rose, he found himself at a loss what to say. In fact, he was fascinated by her beauty, and soon began to flutter about her. After a while he addressed her in this way: "Fair Rose, thou art the queen of flowers; This throne I give alone to thee; And this I'll say at all hours, The sweetest nectar thine must be. "Thy garment of the purest green Befits right well thy being a queen; And this I have to say to thee, The sweetest nectar thine must be. "Thy cheeks are rosy, lips are red With tints of freshness never dead; Come, give me a kiss, sweet Rose, Of thine own nectar sweet, a dose." Here Miss Rose interrupted him. "Nay, nay, please do not flatter me," she said in a tone of affected coquetry. But Sir Butterfly continued his recitation: "Thy graceful form invites me A dear embrace to give thee." Saying this, he drew near her and passed his arms around her body. But what an embrace! The thorns held him fast; he was now a wounded prisoner. In a tone of anger and despair he cried: "Let me free, you ugly, ugly Miss Rose!" MORAL: The seemingly desirable is not always desirable, or circumstances alter estimates. --Máximo M. Kalaw. =The Hat and the Shoes= Once a man owned two faithful servants, a hat and a pair of shoes. The shoes had always been jealous of the hat: in the first place, because the master carried the hat instead of the hat's carrying him; secondly, because the hat was given a great deal of care and had a regular place where it was put; while the shoes, who carried both the master and the hat, were just thrown anywhere after their service. Of course the shoes did not feel satisfied with such partial treatment, and had long wished to have a short talk with the hat to discuss this matter of importance; but they had always been put far apart. One day, while their master was asleep and while they were having a rest, a child got hold of the hat and the shoes as playthings. The shoes were then glad of this; for they could have a hearty chat. Soon afterwards, the child grew tired of playing and feel asleep. They then discussed their respective positions. "Why is it, my friend," asked the shoes, who began the discussion, "that you are always carried by our master and taken good care of?" "Don't be envious of my position, my friend shoes. Our master takes such good care of me because I protect the most important part of his body, while you, you just serve his feet," replied the hat. "You are mistaken. Yes, you are entirely mistaken. I serve not only his feet, but his legs, body, and hands, and head too, and what is more, I, a servant, also serve you who are like myself," argued the shoes. The hat was ashamed because of what the shoes had expounded and was unable to continue the discussion.