210 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 
hangs in festoons on the hedges on each side of the road, occurs, 
commonly in July, Jodis vernaria, which, when fresh, is of such 
lovely green colour. In the hollow, where the road opens into a 
green patch on the left-hand side, was, years ago, the locality of 
the so-called Dartford blues. They were really, dark forms of 
Lycena Adonis, and probably an hereditary variety. The posts 
of the wire fence were famous as a resting-place for the rare and 
beautiful Xylomiges conspicillaris, where they have on several 
occasions been found at rest during the first sunny days of April 
and early May. ‘The collector, with a quick eye and with a little 
practice, need not despair of taking this rarity. Amongst some 
patches of horehound (Ballota nigra = B. fetida) in June will be 
found specimens of the brilliant little rarity, Nemotois Schiffer- 
millerella. An interesting account of the discovery of the larve 
of N. Schiffermillerella is given by Mr. George Elisha in the 
‘Entomologist’ of this year, at page 183. This species has also 
been found flying over the elder (Sambucus nigra) flowers in the 
sunshine. An example of the tenacity of an insect in clinging toa 
locality after most of its food-plant is gone, and other surroundings 
are changed, may be quoted in Hupithecia sobrinata, which is, near 
this spot, to be bred or beaten from the few stunted junipers 
which remain. Much, as will be seen from the few foregoing 
species selected, is to be done by the road-side before reaching 
the ‘‘ Darn” wood itself. Quite a multitude of both Macro- and 
Micro-Lepidoptera occur by the way, and at some seasons of the 
year enough will be found to occupy the collector for a long 
afternoon, without actually going to the wood. 
Should the day upon which the young lepidopterist first visits 
Darenth be a summer's day—such as we have this year had to 
content ourselves with imagining rather than enjoying—his thirst 
may tempt him to visit the ‘Fox and Hounds.” Should he 
enter, he ought not to forget that nearly every British entomolo- 
gist whose works have handed on his name to our present 
generation has, at some time or other, refreshed his weary body 
in the same house under similar circumstances. If he has only 
well read his authors, many pleasant associations will occupy his 
thoughts during his short rest, in picturing to himself the old 
times when they used to meet in the very room he now uses. 
But we have little time for dreaming in this nineteenth century ; 
for even in moth-catching we must push forward if we are to keep 
