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where there are several well-planted, flowery public gardens; but 

 on June 29th, on the island of Yaxholm, where. there are fine 

 fir-woods and heathy commons among the many well-cultivated 

 enclosures, I observed Pieris brassicce, Vanessa urticce, Argynnis 

 lathonia (one), a fresh specimen of Grapta c-alhmn — which 

 puzzled me somewhat, as I cannot now determine to what brood 

 it belongs, though it must surely have been a hybernator — 

 Pararge mcera (similar to the Jonkoping form), Coeiioiiyvqjha 

 pamphilus, and Lyccena icarus (males). 



July 3rd should have seen me on my way to the far north, 

 but, having proceeded in the morning by boat to Upsala to visit 

 the University and the grave of Linnaeus in the beautiful cathe- 

 dral, there was some mistake about booking my berth on the 

 Lapland Express; and, having boarded the train, I discovered that 

 I could get no further than Brticke. As there would not be 

 another direct train for three days, I determined to see something 

 of Jemtland, and proceeded to Ostersund, a charmingly situated 

 town on the Storsjo, where I awaited the boat which was to 

 steam that day to Hallen, in the heart of what promised to be, 

 entomologically speaking, a fine country. Having some six hours 

 to spend here, I at once took out my net, and made along the 

 railway, which is the connecting-link with Throndjem and Central 

 Norway generally, and presently came upon some likely ground, 

 where the spring flowers of our English woods were now in full 

 bloom, the pink campions making a splendid show in all suitable 

 situations. But once more the sun, which had hitherto shone with 

 some brilliancy, played truant. I had noted P. hippothoe var. 

 steiberi, the males not uncommon, and a little coppice produced 

 LyccBfia argus, L., and L. argyrognomon var. cegidion, Meissner, 

 with the only Leptidia sinapis I met with in Sweden ; but I had 

 scarcely entered the outskirts of the woods when down came the 

 rain, and, though it cleared somewhat for a few moments at a time, 

 the butterflies refused to fly. On the lower saplings, however, 

 I discovered not a few Chrysophanus amphidamas, but so worn as 

 to be wholly useless for cabinet purposes. The day, moreover, 

 resulted in the loss of my only pair of forceps — a disaster which 

 travelling collectors will fully appreciate. A cold wet journey 

 across the lake of some two hours, and I reached Hallen, the 

 aspect of which at once determined me to accept the proftered 

 hospitality of a seat on an hotel carriage destined for Bydalen — 

 yet another three hours' drive, during which it poured inces- 

 santly. However, the morning of the 5th actually dawned fine, 

 and I enjoyed, in the fitful intervals of sunshine, which lasted 

 up to about two o'clock, some novel collecting in lovely country 

 reminiscent of the lower and warmer valleys of the Alps. But 

 it was curious to note that almost every butterfly I met with was 

 outside the flowery meadows, which seemed here to oft'er little 

 attraction to insects of all orders. By the river, on a piece of 



