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throw down the gauntlet to you, it will be a proof that he 

 considers you no unworthy foe ; and as you, Roey, are a man 

 of peace, you will confer an everlasting obligation on me by 

 allowing me to take it up. 



Erro. You must be Editor again, next year. 



Ent. Not I ! The most suitable man in the club is my 

 friend, Entex. I understand all eyes are turned to him 

 for the third volume. 



Erro. Our entomological papa: that's good news! 



Ent. It's a most profound secret ; he would not have it 

 known for the world. His other work is to be quarterly now. 



Erro. But I may have judged too hastily of the Ento- 

 mologia Edinensis ; it is really a work of some — some — 



Ent. Some what? 



Erro. Some industry. 



Ent. Pooh! My cigar is out. 



Erro. I should think, from the pile of ashes before you, 

 that must be the twentieth, at least, since supper ; is it the 

 last? it must be growing late. 



Ent. The passage of time is voiceless and imperceptible ; 

 the hours usually pass briskly when we meet at this enchanted 

 spot. Suppose we take a draught of purer air, and then to 

 bed. (Goes to the window, and opens it.) Mercy on us, it 

 is daylight still ! 



Erro. What, what ! is it evening still ? No ! 



Hac vice sermonum roseis Aurora quadrigis 

 Jam medium sethereo cursu trajecerat axem. 



Ent. What a sky, Roey ! ten thousand times ten thou- 

 sand fleecy clouds, the sunward edge of each irradiate with 

 rosy light, and all in squadron formed ; scattered and separate 

 each from each above our heads ; but clouded and huddled at 

 the horizon, and there more glorious than molten gold, and 

 arranged all in due order; avenues of purest blue immaculate 

 mark out the limits of each legion ; avenues all tending to a 

 point, that point the coming sun. Man is, indeed, a worm ! 



Erro. — 



Aurora interea miseris mortalibus almam 

 Extulerat lucem, referens opera atque laborcs. 



Let us, then, to the woods, and renew our toil. 



