Johnny had for a time edited the Isis, Jane the Fritillary.

If you are a poet, and we are all poets nowadays, you dream yourself into a punt on the Sonning backwater, wondering if the summer was ever so amazing before, nearly being shipwrecked on a sandy spit, startling moorfowl or it may be dabchicks, sending a frisson into the fritillaries, losing and regaining your punt-pole, always believing that the next bend

What a rush of insect life there was in the air, new-born fritillary butterflies like little flames, dragon-flies, bee-hawks, fat sun-beetles, gorgeous flies, the sinister green praying-mantis!

The grasshopper is tired, the dragon-fly loves to crouch among the shadows, the summer-worsted fritillary butterflies pick themselves out of their resting-places to flutter a little further; their wings, once thick with yellow down and shapely, are now all broken, transparent, ragged.

188 Fritillaria imperialis Crown Imperial c.m. 189 - persica Persian Fritillary l. 190 - pyrenaica Pyrenean Fritillary c.m. 191 Uvularia perfoliata Perfoliate Uvularia l.b. 192 amplexifolia Heart-leaved ditto l.b. 193 grandiflora Large-flowered ditto c.m.

188 Fritillaria imperialis Crown Imperial c.m. 189 - persica Persian Fritillary l. 190 - pyrenaica Pyrenean Fritillary c.m. 191 Uvularia perfoliata Perfoliate Uvularia l.b. 192 amplexifolia Heart-leaved ditto l.b. 193 grandiflora Large-flowered ditto c.m.