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He told me that if I purchased curiosities and other things he had 
for sale and sent them to my friends, they would exclaim, ‘‘ How 
kind it is of my friend to send me these pretty things.’ Well, to 
return to the Lepidoptera. I treacled rocks and flowers suitable 
to hold that substance, and the result was the common species 
before mentioned. It was very lovely at Land’s End, the sun was 
shining brightly when I left, and I had an enjoyable spin to Pen- 
zance, went over St. Michael’s Mount; but if one has visited Mont 
St. Michel in Normandy, it is only waste of time to visit the English 
mount. I, however, discovered some Silene maritima in the castle 
grounds. I had been searching in vain for this plant in Polzeath in 
hopes of getting Dianthacia barrettii ; although I found some plants 
on my return, and visited them by night, I saw nothing of the moth. 
Having trained to Truro, I rode the rest of the way ved Padstow 
Ferry to Rock (but I don’t advise anyone to go this way, at least, not 
with a bicycle), and reached Polzeath in time to treacle the same 
night. 
Having sent home some of my luggage, I left for Tintagel and 
Boscastle, sugared along the cliffs of the latter place, but had no luck. 
At Bude I found a few sand-hills, and had the same bad luck with 
regard to captures. The most charming spot I think I have ever seen 
(Clovelly) was reached the next day, and thence, vid Bideford and 
Barnstaple, to the famous Braunton Burrows. I stayed at a very 
comfortable golf house at Saunton, above the Burrows; the latter com- 
prise three miles of sand-hills. Finding no posts I sugared flowers, 
but nothing other than common species were taken. I cycled the 
three miles on the sands to the lighthouse, and then found I was 
opposite Instow, from which place I once, years ago, joined some 
entomological friends and went for a picnic to the lighthouse; I had 
no idea it was Braunton Burrows at that time. I collected a quantity 
of sticks, stuck them in the sand-hills, and sugared them the same 
evening, but the same bad luck attended me. 
I may mention I was trying a new experiment on this tour; 
instead of “ papering ”’ my captures (readers may ask what captures ? 
and with reason, for as yet I had very few), I was setting everything 
I took while fresh, and for this purpose was carrying a ‘drying 
house” with me on the front ‘“luggage-carrier”’ of my bicycle; this 
mode of setting things when fresh is much preferable to relaxing and 
setting specimens after one’s return home. I always experience a 
difficulty in relaxing and setting British moths when once they have 
become dry, the antennx are almost always stiff and refuse to go in 
the desired position. Mr. Newman’s new relaxing-tin may overcome 
this trouble; so far I have found it very useful, I have left an insect 
in for over a month without any appearance of mould. After leaving 
Braunton I made for Barnstaple, and soon got on the Lynton Road, 
which, winding as it does in and out along the valleys over moors 
in places and through woods occasionally, makes cycling very 
enjoyable. A sharp descent brings one into the picturesque village 
of Paracombe. 
At length one arrives at the model town of Lynton, which owes 
its popularity largely to Sir George Newnes, M.P. A long and steep 
descent, rather too rough to ride down with any pleasure, and one is 
