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observe in Mr. Morris's list (p. 126), and which I consider truly appropriate, I 

 believe originated with myself, as I proposed its adoption in a letter I wrote to 

 Mr. Loudon two years ago. 



Charmoutk, Dorsetshire, July 18, 1837. 



[If our correspondent's suggestion was only made in a private letter to Mr. 

 Loudon, it was little likely ever to meet the ears of the ornithological world. 

 Lagopus Britannicus was employed for the first time in The Analyst, No. xiv., 

 for Jan. 1836 (Vol. III., p. 206), in a list of British birds which Mr. Sweeting 

 appears not to have seen. — Ed.] 



SOME ACCOUNT OF GLANVILLE'S WOOTTON, THE RESIDENCE 

 OF J. C. DALE, ESQ., A.M., F.LS. 



By the Rev. F. Orpen Morris, B.A. 



I purpose on the present occasion sending you a few particulars respecting 

 Glanville'sWootton, the residence of my hospitable and truly valued and esteemed 

 friend James Charles Dale, Esq. He reminds me of the sentiment so feel- 

 ingly expressed in Percy's Reliques : — 



" 111 sing you a good old song that was made by a good old pate, 



Of a fine old English gentleman who had an old estate; 



And who kept up his old mansion at a bountiful old rate, 



With a good old porter to relieve the old poor at his gate." 



For many years I have now had the pleasure of his acquaintance, and 

 every succeeding year has only increased my feeling of very great regard, 

 which he deserves at the hands of all who know him. Glanville's Wootton 

 is a small country village, in the county of Dorset, in a retired and very 

 lovely situation, about midway between Sherborne and Dorchester, a short 

 distance from the high road between those two towns. Mr. Dale is the 

 squire of the parish, and his house is situated at the extremity of the vil- 

 lage, and indeed of the parish, but completely separated from the former by 

 plantations and grounds. Except in the summer season, when he generally 

 makes an entomological tour (for he thinks nothing of a trip to Scotland, or the 

 Lakes, in quest of a rare Butterfly), he is to be found at home, and I will 

 answer for a hospitable reception for any one who may be disposed to visit and 

 inspect his superb collections. He has one room occupied entirely by cabinets 

 of British insects, stuffed birds, and the most complete private entomological 

 library in England. He has, if I recollect right, about one hundred and twenty 

 drawers, well filled with the insects of our islands, to a number that I am almost 



