-spaniel named Music. He does
not like to hear any one play the piano in a minor key.

F. T.

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NORWICH, CONNECTICUT.

I am ten years old. I like to read YOUNG PEOPLE. The Post-office
Box letters are nice. Katie R. P. says she collects insects. So
does my papa. He puts lumps of cyanide of potassium, bought at the
druggist's, in a bottle, and mixes plaster of Paris with water
until it is like dough, and then pours it over the potassium. When
it dries, the bottle is ready for use. Five cents' worth lasts a
season, and is cheaper than ether, papa says, and works better.
When the butterflies are dead, he spreads them on a board to dry,
spreading their wings carefully and evenly, and holding them in
place with pins. Papa has butterflies all the way from China. He
has as many as five hundred kinds. He raises them just as people
do chickens, right from the egg. He calls the worms his
pets--great green ones. I get food for them. They eat lots. He
calls worms larvae, which he says means baby butterflies.

That butterfly Bessie F. had was the Danais, papa thinks.
Butterflies are all foreigners, and have queer names I don't
understand. The worm of the Danais is found on milkweed, papa
tells me. It does not spin a cocoon, but forms a chrysalis--a
handsome green sack that looks like an ear-drop, with gold and
black spots on it.

WALTER H. P.

It is scarcely safe to recommend the handling of cyanide of potassium,
in any form whatever, to our young readers, as it is one of the most
terrible of poisons, and works much mischief and suffering by merely
coming in contact with a slight cut on the finger.

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GREENSBURG, KENTUCKY.

I live on the top of a cliff almost two hundred feet high. The
scenery is beautiful. You can see for a distance of twenty miles in
almost every direction. There is an old field on our farm in which
papa thinks the Indians fought a battle, because there are so many
flint arrow-heads there. My brother and I are saving them, because
we like to have them in our room.

I caught seven woodchucks with my dog. I am fourteen years old, and
own a horse of my own. I bought her about two years ago. I have a
goat that I work in a wagon I made myself. In autumn and winter I
go to scho