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for it seems impossible to believe that, in the case of this single- 

 brooded species, the larva, which is indisputably addicted to the 

 former method of feeding, would also adopt the latter. 

 Isle of Wight : September 25th, 1905. 



RHOPALOCERA AT BARCELONA, MONTSERRAT, AND 

 VERNET-LES-BAINS. 



By R. S. Standen, F.L.S., F.E.S. 



(Continued from p. 254.) 



Vernet-les-Bains, Pyrenees Orientales. 



On June 17th we left Barcelona for Yernet, a tedious journey 

 of twelve hours' duration, including a wait of three hours at the 

 fine old fortified town of Perpignan, the capital of the famous 

 Roussilon country. And here we had another sample of the 

 kind of thunderstorm that is manufactured in the south. The 

 thunder and lightning were accompanied by such torrents of rain 

 that in five minutes the streets were rushing rivers, and the 

 natives, caught unawares, like drowning rats. Happily this 

 storm and the one at Montserrat were the only rains we had 

 during the five weeks we were away. 



It was dark when we reached Vernet, and we had seen nothing 

 to prepare us for the enchanting prospect which greeted us the 

 next morning. In front of us lay the public gardens — or park, 

 as it is here called — with spreading lawns of the freshest of 

 untrimmed grass, dotted about with large round beds of roses, 

 and intersected with meandering gravel paths. On one side a 

 mountain torrent tore along in a deeply channelled bed, a small 

 kiosk crowning a huge pyramid of rocks piled up in the centre 

 of it. Throughout the park, and all down one side of it, were 

 grouped tall forest trees, through the openings of which could 

 be seen two glistening sheets of water. Here and there were 

 pretty decorative villas embowered in foliage, and all round the 

 outskirts were some half-dozen large hotels — the Hotel du Pare, 

 in which we were located, being one of them — a casino, and the 

 grand Etablissement des Bains. Looking across the torrent the 

 grim old town rose up, tier upon tier, dominated by the very 

 ancient Eglise de St. Saturnin, and a still more ancient Roman 

 keep; whilst immediately behind us towered Mont Canigou, 

 9000 ft.— the highest point of the Eastern Pyrenees. 



The Rhopalocera of Vernet and Mont Canigou have been so 

 well described and catalogued by Rondou, Oberthur, Elwes, 

 De Graslin, and others, that there seems nothing left to say 



