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Scene III.— A mossy Bank in Elysium, a thick Wood behind, 

 a large Lake in front. 



Aristoteles, Raius, Linnaeus, Cuvier, and Latreille. 



Cuvier. One of our brethren has arrived from earth: his 

 name is Lepidopterophilus. 



Latreille. His Lepidoptera Britannica I recollect, a 

 very worthy book : Carolus Linnaeus, thy follower. 



Cuv. I saw him with thy brilliant friend of Kiel, Fabricius 

 Stomentomologus. 



Linnaeus. To whom I ever bow in duty bound, and to my 

 worthy Raius whose name in every honour should take place 

 of mine. 



Cuv. Time will accomplish all things that should be. Raius 

 is great, great is Linnaeus too ; time will advance the one to 

 higher fame, but thine, Linnaeus, never will be lost; Aristo- 

 teles to the end of time shall stand unrivalled, but the kindred 

 names Raius and Linnaeus shall be twins in fame. 



Aristoteles. Fair modesty herself might sit enshrined on 

 Cuvier's brow ! Pray, where stands Cuvier's name ? where 

 stands his name who in a single map displayed the vast crea- 

 tion ? Where his name, whose wondrous skill defined each 

 iota composing mortal frames, who, not content with things that 

 live and breathe, dived deeply down, examining the bowels of 

 the earth, and with a superhuman intellect described the beings 

 of another world ? Yon mammoths sporting in the grateful pool, 

 and lashing up the water into foam ; and those fish crocodiles, 

 with lustrous eyes, beyond proportion large, and scaly fins; 

 (mark that immense one, basking in the sun, outstretched upon 

 the bank!) ten thousand birds, like Egypt's sacred Ibis, or the 

 stork that seeks the fellowship of ruling man, or soft sultana, 

 purple, plume their wings, or monopedate and immovable 

 stand, without crowding on the creature's back : those graceful 

 forms which undulating flit amid the festoons of the glowing 

 vine, part bat, part bird, part Saurian reptile, scaled as though 

 in armour clad, pursuing swift those many-tinted habitants of 

 air, that rest on perfumed zephyrs in the sky — that live on 

 dew-drops falling in the morn, caught e'er they reach the 

 mossy earth we tread, each drop becoming rainbows in their 



