Charles, do not you remember the caterpillar we put in a paper box, with
some mulberry leaves for it to eat ? It is gone—here is no caterpillar—
there is something in the box; what is it? I do not know. It is a
little ball of yellow stuff. Let us cut it open, perhaps we may find the
caterpillar. No, here is nothing but a strange little grub, and it is dead,
I believe, for it does not move. Pinch it gently by the tail.
Barbauld, Mrs. [Anna]. “Untitled. [‘Charles, do not you remember the caterpillar’],” The Green Sheaf vol. 4, 1903, p. 2. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021. https://1890s.ca/GSV4-barbauld-charles/