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matter till I read the note in the Canadian Entomologist. I received 

 from Mr. Strecker his material belonging to Heman's Hamorrhagia and 

 Alypia for determination, and all the indication on the specimens of 

 Heman's marginalis was the number 3, which referred to the locality 

 " Michegan " in Mr. Strecker's letter to me accompanying the specimens. 



Aug. R. Grote. 



September nth, 1873. 

 Dear Sir, — 



I scarcely think that I intended my letter (in reference to Mr. Grote) 

 to be published. However, as it has afforded you an opportunity to apply 

 the lash where it was deserved (albeit it was somewhat over my shoulders) 

 I do not regret its publication. In justice, however, to myself, I must 

 request you now to give a place to this my response. 



You totally misconceived the object of my complaint if you imagined 

 that I sought " sympathy." The wrong was impertinent, but not cruel. 

 Personally, I could have passed over Mr. Grote's conduct without shed- 

 ding a tear. But this gentleman has made himself, so far as Entomology 

 is concerned, public property, and when a man in such a position 

 perpetrates a wrong which, if repeated, may lead to injurious conse- 

 quences, I think it the duty of any one cognizant of that wrong to expose 

 it. 



You seem to justify Mr. Grote, who, however, as my letter showed, 

 was not required to make any of the investigations you allude to. 



Here is a parallel case : A is a " money expert," knows good money 

 from bad. B has a doubtful five dollar bill which he sends to A for his 

 opinion as to its genuineness. A looks, determines that it is good, and 

 puts it in his pocket ! After a while B writes for the opinion, and, of 

 course, for the bill. The answer comes this time, thus : " Oh, yes, your 

 bill is good ; so good indeed, that, imitating the great Ben Butler with his 

 salary-grab, ' I have bought butcher's meat with it ! ' " 



Now, you say that A is right ; and, worse still, that you have no 

 sympathy with B. Serves him right, I suppose. 



W. V. Andrews, New York. 



