GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET.
The poetry of earth is never dead!
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the grasshopper's, he takes the lead
In summer luxury; he has never done
With his delights, for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever;
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost
The grasshopper's among some grassy hills
JOHN KEATS
PATIENT WEAVERS.
Is a spider an insect? If you have thought so, you have been
mistaken. Insects are made up of three distinct parts; they
always have six legs, and they breathe through air-tubes along
the sides of their bodies.
Spiders breathe through lungs as we do. Their bodies are in
two sections, and instead of six legs they have eight. They have
six or eight eyes on the top of the head. The spider spins from
her body a silk so fine that we can scarcely see it, of which
she makes a web as carefully measured as if she had a foot
rule.
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