. St. Nicholas [serial]. n been selected for thepurpose. From this habit of nesting in holesit has received the name of wren-wasp. Adultwasps feed on vegetable sweets, as flower pol-len and ripe fruit, on honeydew, and on manysmall insects, such as flies, gnats, leaf-hoppers,etc. The caterpillars that Odynerus stores areentirely for the use of its young. Before plug-ging up its nest an egg is laid within, which ina few days hatches a small legless larva. Hav-ing plenty of food, it gains its full growth rap-idly, and after spinning a parchment-like co-coon it changes to an inactive pupa. Later
. St. Nicholas [serial]. n been selected for thepurpose. From this habit of nesting in holesit has received the name of wren-wasp. Adultwasps feed on vegetable sweets, as flower pol-len and ripe fruit, on honeydew, and on manysmall insects, such as flies, gnats, leaf-hoppers,etc. The caterpillars that Odynerus stores areentirely for the use of its young. Before plug-ging up its nest an egg is laid within, which ina few days hatches a small legless larva. Hav-ing plenty of food, it gains its full growth rap-idly, and after spinning a parchment-like co-coon it changes to an inactive pupa. Later theperfect wasp cuts open the cocoon, pushes itsway out of the nest, and soon flies away. The solitary wasps, as well as the socialwasps, are very intelligent. One species com-mon in the West, called Animophila tiruaria,makes a burrow in the ground for its nest, andit has been observed to take a little stone in itsjaws and repeatedly pound down the earthwhen the stored nest was finished. — S. F. A. ST. NICHOLAS A HEADING FOR AUGUST. BY WESLEY R. DE LAPPE, AGE 16. (GOLD BADGE.) DAY-DREAMS. ]iY CATHERINE LEE CARTER, age 16. {Cash Prize.) I sat beside the window oer the glaring city street, The poppies, pinks, and pansies, and the columbines With its endless noise and rattle, with its cars and were there, heavy loads, And beside them all the flaming spires of foxglove And through the open window surged and swelled the burned bright,burning heat; But I slept and dreamt of quiet farms and white far- I gazed upon these treasures when the heavy dews of reaching roads— night Fell upon me, and I started to regain the lost highway ; Of roads that led past corn-fields, where the tinted bind- But the garden and its blossoms fast faded from my weed crept, sight,— And where the stately lilies hung their heads of gor- And I woke beside the window in the fading light of geous hue the little wayside brook that neither sang nor leapt, My arm, which had been lying on the
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