Elizabeth Sandham, The Perambulations of a Bee and a Butterfly…
“ I have been confined within this place for I don't know how long, and now I feel the enlivening beams of the sun without being able to enjoy them, and must even starve for want of food, after I have escaped death from the cold that first seized me.""Do not be discouraged," replied the Butterfly, "look at the border just below you, where there are many of the most beautiful flowers; surely they will afford you nourishment; you need not fear starving in the midst of plenty.""I can't extend my wings," said the Bee, very mournfully. ”
