Summer Rest

by Gail Hamilton

Overview

Summer Rest is an unchanged, high-quality reprint of the original edition of 1866. Hansebooks is editor of the literature on different topic areas such as research and science, travel and expeditions, cooking and nutrition, medicine, and other genres. As a publisher we focus on the preservation of historical literature. Many works of historical writers and scientists are available today as antiques only. Hansebooks newly publishes these books and contributes to the preservation of literature which has become rare and historical knowledge for the future.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9783752555783
Publisher:	Salzwasser-Verlag
Publication date:	01/12/2022
Pages:	364
Product dimensions:	5.83(w) x 8.27(h) x 0.81(d)

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LARVA LESSONS. BOUT this matter of June there is a great deal to be said on both sides. June has a great reputation, — June, beloved of youth and maidens, — June, dear to poets. " What is so rare as a day in June! Then if ever come perfect days," or something like that, sighs the knight of Laun- fals, and all June-lovers swell the chorus; but June has another side to her shield that shines with a different and a less lustrous light. June roses have woven wreathes for many a lay, but I went out to my rose-bushes this morning, after a few days' absence, and behold! havoc and ravage ; for delicate green leaves, only wiry skeletons, from which life and loveliness had departed. Near the ground, to the brown, mottled stalk clung the cause, — a great gluttonous caterpillar, full to the brim of pulpy parenchyma, and dreaming his dull larvic dreams in stupid satisfaction. A whisking stick soon snapped him off into space ; but will myrose-buds be able to grow into full-blown beauty with lungs so frightfully diseased ? Over against the rose-bush stands a young apple-tree, faint and feeble with the repeated charges of a battalion of canker-worms. The other night a high wind blew, and the old elm-tree was depopulated; at least, if one might judge from the population that suddenly appeared around it and beneath it. The canker-worms, flung off by the wind, spun down from the window-frames, looped up the doorposts, spanned along the fences, tormenting us before the time. They knew it, too. They felt in their gelatinous frames that their hour was not yet come ; so, instead of scooping out their little graves, they began a toilsome "homeward bound!" up, up, up into the old elm-tree,if possible, but, at all events, up, by such slow, painful, intermittent lunges. and loops, that one ...