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the Diadema that you took in the forest, and this Papilio, and then ask 

 any ordinarily intelligent person whether he or she sees any difference 

 between them : he or she will almost certainly reply that you are 

 joking, and that of course they are all the same butterfly. After this, 

 you had better proceed to ask yourself what this wondrous imitation of 

 a common butterfly by two scarce ones of entirely difi'erent groups 

 means. 



But it would be tedious to recount all the forms of interest and 

 beauty which crowd this limited flowery space ; how you mistake the 

 female of Diadema Bolina for the Danais Glirysippus near which she 

 sits; or how you capture, for the first time, the splendid Junonia 

 Anacardii, the living gloss of whose pearly wings contrasts strangely 

 with your memory of some ancient and battered specimens that have 

 hitherto represented the species in your cabinet. It is high time to 

 change the scene. 



Eemove we, then, to the uplands at some distance from the coast. 

 On these undulating grassy downs, extending far and wide to the 

 boundary-ranges of mountains, how clear and exhilarating is the air, 

 how bright the wayside flowers and dew-laden herbage. Nature seems 

 to rule here with a more placid and cheerful sway than on the torrid 

 coast. The very oxen that draw the cumbrous waggon, which you 

 have learned to regard as your home for the nonce, feel the relief of 

 this high' plateau, and step out quite briskly, without need of the 

 incentive usually supplied by the loud crack of the driver's whip. Tou 

 walk on ahead, enchanted with this charming climate, and almost 

 induced by the beauty of the orchids and Gladioli around to abjure 

 your profession and swear allegiance to Flora. 



Beetles evidently have it much more their own way up here. On 

 the grass-grown waggon-track that you are following AteucJd and other 

 Coprophaga are hard at work, bearing witness to the fact that another 

 waggon has passed not long since. Slow Seteromera, of a grave and 

 venerable aspect, are also perambulating the path : they remind one of 

 nothing so much as elderly gentlemen taking a " constitutional," for 

 they seem to have no particular object in view, and stop occasionally in 

 a vague manner, as if for want of breath, or perhaps pondering whether 

 they have walked far enough. The rugose Bhyncoplwra that toddle 

 about are even slower, and seem the very tortoises of the insect world. 

 A rapid Anthia or Cicindela now and then hurries past at a very 

 difi'erent pace ; they are evidently on business, and look as if they 

 feared to be late for their train. 



If you wander from the track among the long grass, you are sure 



