[93]. "Lo, the Bright Air Alive With Dragonflies."
There is an old dialect children's rhyme about these lightlike shimmering stingless insects:
Snakestanger, snakestanger, vlee aal about the brooks;
Sting aal the bad bwoys that vor the fish looks,
Bút let the góod bwoys ketch aál the vish they can,
And car'm away whooam to vry 'em in a pan;
Bread and butter they shall yeat at zupper wi' their vish
While aal the littull bad bwoys shall only lick the dish.
And here is yet another rhyme on the Firefly (from Du Bartas), which I have borrowed (with other passages as curious) from a mine of such things, Animal Lore of Shakespeare's Time, by Miss Emma Phipson:
"New-Spain's cucuio, in his forehead brings