78 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 
scorodonia), and so many others that one would want to well nigh 
exhaust a Kentish flora to name them all. 
In this chalk-pit and on the slopes one may spend many a long 
and profitable day. Here is quite a home of the blues, Lycena 
Adonis, L. Alsus, L. Corydon, being frequently very common, 
as is also Arge Galathea, with four of the skippers (Hesperiide). 
Acontia luctuosa is often very abundant, with Huclidia glyphica 
and Iv. mi. Many Geometers are here, as also some good 
Pyrales and knothorns (Phycid@). Many rare Tortrices have been 
taken here, and ‘Tine are in abundance. 
By the side of the road leading up to the wood, and also at 
the foot of the slopes, are fine tall old hedges covered with great 
masses of travellers’ joy (Clematis vitalba). In these hedges grow 
large quantities of the mealy guelder rose (Viburnum lantana), 
mixed with blackthorn, roses, brambles, and yew trees. Out of 
these many species of Lepidoptera may be disturbed with the 
beating-stick ; one of the most common is Venilia maculata, 
amongst the specimens of which good varieties have been taken ; 
these should again be looked for. I believe most varieties in Lepi- 
doptera are hereditary, and may be found year after year in the 
same locality. If it be growing dusk we may frequently fill our 
remaining empty boxes with the very beautiful Jlithyia carnella, 
which is often very common on the slopes. 
One gets tired eventually of even such a place as this, with its 
beautiful views of the country to the south, and must seek 
refreshment, and try fields afar for other species. We will, 
therefore, return by the lane again on to the Pilgrim’s Road: 
turning to the left we pass two or three old yew trees; these are 
quite landmarks. ‘They have been cut into one of the stupid 
shapes which was the fashion of our forefathers, who are now 
quoted as having had such strict views of art; but if cutting a 
naturally handsome tree to resemble some bird or beast was 
esthetic, I am glad we are no longer so. Taking our way forward 
we turn to the right, down the first road we see, and we come to 
the quaint village of Kemsing, surrounded by hop gardens: here 
we find the ‘‘ Bell Inn,” and may rest for atime. In the middle 
of this village are two potent springs: these are said to supply 
the source of the River Dart, which joins the Thames at Dartford. 
There is a charm on a hot day in looking at this clear running 
water; and when we think of old friends who have joined us in 
