Were a naturalist to announce to the world the discovery of an animal which for the first five years of its life existed in the form of a serpent; which then penetrating into the earth, and weaving a shroud of pure silk of the finest texture, contracted itself within this covering into a body without external mouth or limbs, and resembling more than any thing else an Egyptian mummy; and which, lastly, after remaining in this state without food and without motion for three years longer, should at the end of that period burst its silken cerements, struggle through its earthy covering, and start into day a winged bird,—what think you would be the sensation excited by this strange piece of intelligence? After the first doubts of its truth were dispelled, what astonishment would succeed! Amongst the learned, what surmises!—what investigations! Amongst the vulgar, what eager curiosity and amazement! All would be interested in the history of such an unheard-of phenomenon; even the most torpid would flock to the sight of such a prodigy. But you ask, "To what do all these improbable suppositions tend?" Simply to rouse your attention to the metamorphoses of the insect world, almost as strange and surprising, to which I am now about to direct your view,—miracles, which, though scarcely surpassed in singularity That butterfly which amuses you with its aËrial excursions, one while extracting nectar from the tube of the honeysuckle, and then, the very image of fickleness, flying to a rose as if to contrast the hue of its wings with that of the flower on which it reposes—did not come into the world as you now behold it. At its first exclusion from the egg, and for some months of its existence afterwards, it was a worm-like caterpillar, crawling upon sixteen short legs, greedily devouring leaves with two jaws, and seeing by means of twelve eyes so minute as to be nearly imperceptible without the aid of a microscope. You now view it furnished with wings capable of rapid and extensive flights: of its sixteen feet ten have disappeared, and the remaining six are in most respects wholly unlike those to which they have succeeded; its jaws have vanished, and are replaced by a curled-up proboscis suited only for sipping liquid sweets; the form of its head is entirely changed,—two long horns project from its upper surface; and, instead of twelve invisible eyes, you behold two, very large, and composed of at least twenty thousand convex lenses, each supposed to be a distinct and effective eye! Were you to push your examination further, and by dissection to compare the internal conformation of the caterpillar with that of the butterfly, you would witness changes even more extraordinary. In the former you would find some thousands of muscles, which in the latter are replaced by others of a form and structure What a surprising transformation! Nor was this all. The change from one form to the other was not direct. An intermediate state not less singular intervened. After casting its skin even to its very jaws several times, and attaining its full growth, the caterpillar attached itself to a leaf by a silken girth. Its body greatly contracted: its skin once more split asunder, and disclosed an oviform mass, without exterior mouth, eyes, or limbs, and exhibiting no other symptom of life than a slight motion when touched. In this state of death-like torpor, and without tasting food, the insect existed for several months, until at length the tomb burst, and out of a case not more than an inch long, and a quarter of an inch in diameter, proceeded the butterfly before you, which covers a surface of nearly four inches square. Almost every insect which you see has undergone a transformation as singular and surprising, though varied in many of its circumstances. That active little fly, now an unbidden guest at your table The "grey-coated gnat," whose humming salutation, while she makes her airy circles about your bed, gives terrific warning of the sanguinary operation in which she is ready to engage, was a few hours ago the inhabitant of a stagnant pool, more in shape like a fish than an insect. Then to have been taken out of the water would have been speedily fatal; now it could as little exist in any other element than air. Then it breathed through its tail; now through openings in its sides. Its shapeless head, in that period of its existence, is now exchanged for one adorned with elegantly tufted antennÆ, and furnished, instead of jaws, with an apparatus more artfully constructed than the cupping-glasses of the phlebotomist—an apparatus which, at the same time that it strikes in the lancets, composes a tube for pumping up the flowing blood. The "shard-born beetle," whose "sullen horn," as he directs his "droning flight" close past your ears in your evening walk, calling up in poetic association the lines in which he has been alluded to by Shakespear, Collins, and Gray, was not in his infancy an inhabitant of air; the first period of his life being spent in gloomy solitude, as a grub, under the surface of the earth.—The shapeless maggot, which you scarcely fail to meet with in some one of every handful of nuts you crack, would That bee—but it is needless to multiply instances. A sufficient number has been adduced to show, that the apparently extravagant supposition with which I set out may be paralleled in the insect world; and that the metamorphoses of its inhabitants are scarcely less astonishing than would be the transformation of a serpent into an eagle. These changes I do not purpose explaining minutely in this place: they will be adverted to more fully in subsequent letters. Here I mean merely to give you such a general view of the subject as shall impress you with its claims to attention, and such an explanation of the states through which insects pass, and of the different terms made use of to designate them in each, as shall enable you to comprehend the frequent allusions which must be made to them in our future correspondence. The states through which insects pass are four: the egg; the larva; the pupa; and the imago. The first of these need not be here adverted to. In the second, or immediately after the exclusion from the egg, they are soft, without wings, and in shape usually In this period of their life, during which they eat voraciously and cast their skin several times, insects live a shorter or longer period, some only a few days or weeks, others several months or years. They then cease eating; fix themselves in a secure place; their skin separates once more and discloses an oblong body, and they have now attained the third state of their existence. From the swathed appearance of most insects in this state, in which they do not badly resemble in miniature Those of the beetle and bee tribes are covered with a membranous skin, inclosing in separate and distinct sheaths the external organs, as the antennÆ, legs, and wings, which are consequently not closely applied to the body, but have their form for the most part clearly distinguishable. To these Aristotle originally gave the name of nymphÆ Butterflies, moths, and some of the two-winged tribe, are in their pupa state also inclosed in a similar membranous envelope; but their legs, antennÆ, and wings, are closely folded over the breast and sides; and the whole body inclosed in a common case or covering of a more horny consistence, which admits a much less distinct view of the organs beneath it. As these pupÆ are often tinged of a golden colour, they were called from this circumstance chrysalides by the Greeks, and aureliÆ by the Romans, both which terms are in some measure I have said that most insects eat no food in the pupa state. This qualification is necessary, because in the metamorphoses of insects, as in all her other operations, nature proceeds by measured steps, and a very considerable number (the tribe of locusts, cockroaches, bugs, spiders, &c.) not only greatly resemble the perfect insect in form, but are equally capable with it of eating and moving. As these insects, however, cast their skins When, therefore, we employ the term pupa, we may refer indifferently to the third state of any insect, the particular order being indicated by the context, or an explanatory epithet. The terms chrysalis, (dropping aurelia, which is superfluous,) nymph, semi-nymph, and cased-nymph, on the other hand definitely pointing out the particular sort of pupa meant: just as in Botany, the common term pericarp applies to all seed-vessels, the several kinds being designated by the names of capsule, silicle, &c. The envelope of cased-nymphs, which is formed of the skin of the larva, considerably altered in form and texture, may be conveniently called the puparium After remaining a shorter or longer period, some species only a few hours, others months, others one or more years, in the pupa state, the inclosed insect, now become mature in all its parts, bursts the case which inclosed it, quits the pupa, and enters upon the fourth and last state. We now see it (unless it be an apterous species) furnished with wings, capable of propagation, and often under a form altogether different from those which it has previously borne—a perfect beetle, butterfly, or other insect. This LinnÉ termed the imago state, and the animal that had attained to it the imago; because, having laid aside its mask, and cast off its swaddling bands, being no longer disguised or confined, or in any respect imperfect, it is now become a true representative or image of its species. This state is in general referred to when an insect is spoken of without the restricting terms larva or pupa. Such being the singularity of the transformations of insects, you will not think the ancients were so wholly unprovided with a show of argument as we are accustomed to consider them, for their belief in the possibility of many of the marvellous metamorphoses which their poets recount. Utterly ignorant as they were of modern physiological discoveries, the conversion of a caterpillar At the present day, however, the transformations of insects have lost that excess of the marvellous, which might once have furnished arguments for the fictions of This explanation strips the subject of every thing miraculous, yet by no means reduces it to a simple or uninteresting operation. Our reason is confounded at the reflection that a larva, at first not thicker than a thread, includes its own triple, or sometimes octuple, teguments; the case of a chrysalis, and a butterfly, all curiously folded in each other; with an apparatus of vessels for breathing and digesting, of nerves for sensation, and of muscles for moving; and that these various forms of existence will undergo their successive evolutions, by aid of a few leaves received into its stomach. And still less able are we to comprehend how this organ should at one time be capable of digesting leaves, at another only honey; how one while a silky fluid should be secreted, at another none; or how organs at one period essential to the existence of the insect, should at another be cast off, and the whole system which supported them vanish. Nor does this explanation, though it precludes the But although the analogy between the different states of insects and those of the body of man is only general, yet it is much more complete with respect to his soul. He first appears in this frail body—a child of the earth, a crawling worm, his soul being in a course of training and preparation for a more perfect and glorious existence. Its course being finished, it casts off the earthy body, and goes into a hidden state of being in Hades, where it rests from its works, and is prepared for its final consummation. The time for this being arrived, it comes forth clothed with a glorious body, not like its former, though germinating from it, for though "it was sown an animal body, it shall be raised a spiritual body," endowed with augmented powers, faculties and privileges commensurate to its new and happy state. And here the parallel holds perfectly between the insect and the man. The butterfly, the representative of the soul, is prepared in the larva for its future state of glory; and if it be not destroyed by the ichneumons and other enemies to which it is exposed, symbolical of the vices that destroy the spiritual life of the soul, it will come to its Non v' accorgete voi, che noi siam' vermi Nati a formar l' angelica farfalla The Egyptian fable, as it is supposed to be, of Cupid and Psyche, seems built upon this foundation. "Psyche," says an ingenious and learned writer, "means in Greek the human soul; and it means also a butterfly The following beautiful little poem falls in so exactly with the subject I have been discussing, that I cannot resist the temptation I feel to copy it for you, especially THE BUTTERFLY'S BIRTH-DAY. BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL." The shades of night were scarcely fled; The air was mild, the winds were still; And slow the slanting sun-beams spread O'er wood and lawn, o'er heath and hill: From fleecy clouds of pearly hue Had dropt a short but balmy shower, That hung like gems of morning dew On every tree and every flower: And from the Blackbird's mellow throat Was pour'd so loud and long a swell, As echoed with responsive note From mountain side and shadowy dell: When bursting forth to life and light, The offspring of enraptured May, The Butterfly, on pinions bright, Launch'd in full splendour on the day. Unconscious of a mother's care, No infant wretchedness she knew; But as she felt the vernal air, At once to full perfection grew. Her slender form, ethereal light, Her velvet-textured wings infold; With all the rainbow's colours bright, And dropt with spots of burnish'd gold. Trembling with joy awhile she stood, And felt the sun's enlivening ray; Drank from the skies the vital flood, And wonder'd at her plumage gay! And balanced oft her broider'd wings, Through fields of air prepared to sail: Then on her vent'rous journey springs, And floats along the rising gale. Go, child of pleasure, range the fields, Taste all the joys that spring can give, Partake what bounteous summer yields, And live whilst yet 'tis thine to live. Go sip the rose's fragrant dew, The lily's honeyed cup explore, From flower to flower the search renew, And rifle all the woodbine's store: And let me trace thy vagrant flight, Thy moments too of short repose, And mark thee then with fresh delight Thy golden pinions ope and close. But hark! whilst thus I musing stand, Pours on the gale an airy note, And breathing from a viewless band, Soft silvery tones around me float! —They cease—but still a voice I hear, A whisper'd voice of hope and joy, "Thy hour of rest approaches near, "Prepare thee, mortal!—thou must die! "Yet start not!—on thy closing eyes "Another day shall still unfold, "A sun of milder radiance rise, "A happier age of joys untold. "Shall the poor worm that shocks thy sight, "The humblest form in nature's train, "Thus rise in new-born lustre bright, "And yet the emblem teach in vain? "Ah! where were once her golden eyes, "Her glittering wings of purple pride? "Conceal'd beneath a rude disguise, "A shapeless mass to earth allied. "Like thee the hapless reptile lived, "Like thee he toil'd, like thee he spun, "Like thine his closing hour arrived, "His labour ceased, his web was done. "And shalt thou, number'd with the dead, "No happier state of being know? "And shall no future morrow shed "On thee a beam of brighter glow? "Is this the bound of power divine, "To animate an insect frame? "Or shall not He who moulded thine "Wake at his will the vital flame? "Go, mortal! in thy reptile state, "Enough to know to thee is given; "Go, and the joyful truth relate; "Frail child of earth! high heir of heaven!" A question here naturally presents itself—Why are insects subject to these changes? For what end is it that, instead of preserving like other animals It must be confessed that some objections might be thrown out against this hypothesis, yet I think none that I am, &c. |