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upper surface of the egg, between the shoulder and the micropylar 

 area, is covered with a distinct reticulation, with white points at the 

 angles of the reticulation. (^Described August Gth, 1897, from an egg 

 laid by a $ captured at Lanslebourg,]] 



Erebia goante. — The egg is somewhat of a truncated cone in shape, 

 hut very rounded towards the base (although the actual base or point of 

 attachment is flattened), and somewhat so towards the summit. It is 

 almost white in colour to the naked eye, but of a delicate yellow, in- 

 clining to greenish, under the lens. There are 15 distinct longitudinal 

 ribs, extending from the base to beyond the shoulder of the egg. Inside 

 this is a double row of rounded points surrounding the central 

 micropylar depression. These points are united by cross ribs into 

 polygonal cells. The sides of the egg arc finely ribbed transversely 

 with very close parallel lines. The flattened base suggests that the 

 egg is normally attached to its food-plant, but the egg described was 

 extruded in the collecting box, and had to be detached from the 

 ovipositor, to which it was adherent. [Described August 7th, 1897, 

 from an egg laid by a ? captured atLanslebourg.] 



Erebia gorge. — In shape the egg is rather less than two- 

 thirds of a sphere, of a pale yellowish colour with a very slight 

 greenish tinge. It is closely ribbed longitudinally, about 28-30 

 moderately prominent ribs. The egg is finely striated transversely. 

 The micropyle consists of a central hollow with about 14 radiating 

 lines leading to alternate longitudinal ribs. [Described August 8th, 

 1897, from an egg laid by a $ captured at Lanslebourg.] — J. W. Tutt. 



TUT, TUTT! 



"Fd be a butterfli/."—Ohi) Song, 



[" According to Mr. .J. W. Tutt, of the South London Entomological and 

 Natural History Society, ' the male butterfly is a glutton and an immoderate 

 drinker.' " — Daily Tclcgrapli.'] 



Ne'er again will ladies sigh 

 To become a butterfly, 

 Now we prove the ancient song 

 Scientifically wrong. 

 Ne'er again will poets dare 

 To that insect to compare 

 Ladies whom they wish to praise 

 In an apt poetic phrase. 



Mr. Tutt, who tells no lies, 

 Tells us that the butterflies 

 Are, alas ! what do you think ? 

 Let me whisper, fond of drink ! 

 He has watched them on the flow'rs, 

 Where they'll sit and suck for hours, 

 Quite devoid of any motion 

 Save absorption of " the lotion." 



Thus they spend the summer's day 



While the females work away. 



For this craving to regale 



Is restricted to the male. 



Lost illusion of our youth 



In a scientific truth. 



Tear-drops gather in our eyes 



When we think of butterflies. — Punch, June 18th, '98. 



A somewhat similar skit, entitled, "The bold bad butterfly," bai3ed on the 

 same extract, is to be found in Fun, June 14th, 1898, 



