. The bird . crane, sets out from the noi^th, where his supplies begin to fail over our lands, he pays us tribute by delivering us from the 330 ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES. last reptiles and batracliians wliicli a warm autumnal breeze hasrestored to life. Page 188. My muse is the light.—And yet the nightingale losesit when he returns to us from Asia. But all true artists require thatit should be softly ordered, blended with rays and shadows. Rem-brandt in his paintings has exhausted the effects, at once warm and soft,of the science of chiaro-oscuro. Tlie nightingale begins his song whenthe
. The bird . crane, sets out from the noi^th, where his supplies begin to fail over our lands, he pays us tribute by delivering us from the 330 ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES. last reptiles and batracliians wliicli a warm autumnal breeze hasrestored to life. Page 188. My muse is the light.—And yet the nightingale losesit when he returns to us from Asia. But all true artists require thatit should be softly ordered, blended with rays and shadows. Rem-brandt in his paintings has exhausted the effects, at once warm and soft,of the science of chiaro-oscuro. Tlie nightingale begins his song whenthe gloom of evening mingles with the last beams of the sun ; andhence it is that we tremble at his voice. Our soul in the misty anduncertain hours of the gloaming regains possession of the inner Page 215. Bo not say, Winter is on my side.—While M. deCustine was travelling in Russia, he tells us that, at the fair ofNijni-Novgorod, he was frightened by the multitude of blattes whichthronged his chamber, with an infectious smell, and which could notbe got rid of Dr. Tschudi, a careful traveller, who has exploredSwitzerland in its smallest details, assures us that at the breath ofthe south wind, which melts the snow in twelve hours, innumerableiiosts of cockchafers ravage the country. They are not a less terriblescourge than the locusts to the south. During our Italian tour, my wife and I made an observationwhich will not have escaped the notice of naturalists ; namely, thatthe cockchafer does not die in autumn. From the inhabited portionsof our palazzo, almost entirely shut up in winter, we saw clouds ofthese insects emerge in the spring, which had slept peacefully in ex-pectation of its warmth. Moreover, in that country, even ephemeralinsects do not p)erish. Gigantic gnats wa
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