THE STORY OF AN ENTOMOLOGIST 



ADDENDUM 



Last September I had an interesting experience tliat may very 

 well be added to this chapter (I am writing in the south of 

 France in February, 1932). On a trip around the world, while 

 my steamer was in the harbor of Kobe, Japan, the American 

 Vice-Consul, Mr. Coville, son of my old friends. Dr. and Mrs. 

 F. V. Coville of Washington, was good enough to come on board 

 to see me. The Vice-Consul, who was a charming young man, 

 invited me to go out with him to his summer home in the moun- 

 tains outside of the city. I gladly accepted, especially so as I 

 remembered that his wife is a daughter of Dr. and Mrs. Gilbert 

 Grosvenor. Reaching the delightfully situated bungalow away up 

 in the woods, I met their pretty little daughter — a child of about 

 five years. While I had known neither of the young couple 

 before, it was brought out at dinner that in the comparatively 

 short space of fifty years I had known personally no less than 

 five generations of Mrs. Coville's people. Old Professor Melville 

 Bell and Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner Hubbard, the great-great-grand- 

 fathers and great-great-grandmother of the child, I knew rather 

 well before they died in Washington. Then I knew still better 

 her maternal great-grandfathers, Alexander Graham Bell and 

 Professor Grosvenor of Amherst and their wives; and of course 

 both of her grandfathers and grandmothers. Dr. and Mrs. Gil- 

 bert Grosvenor and Dr. and Mrs. F. V. Coville. In fact, I had 

 always looked upon all of these grandparents as much my 

 juniors. Wasn't it curious? It was unique in my experience, and 

 I think would be very rare in any one's experience. Incidentally, 

 it made me feel old. 



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