1 84 DEL AGO A BAY. 



I hoped my lovely Crenis Rosa (n. sp. Hewit- 

 son) would have been attracted, but I never saw 

 a specimen during my second visit. Besides 

 the Charaxes, Godartia, Wakefieldii, Philog- 

 nomas, some skippers, and many of the Saty- 

 rince came to the sugar, and were so greedy that 

 they sometimes settled on my face, hands, and 

 dress during the operation of sugaring, sucking 

 up the drops that had fallen from the brush, the 

 touch of the little proboscis on my cheek as it 

 searched about for the last remnants of syrup 

 being most curious, and I have often seen the 

 highest fliers reeling on the grass quite drunk 

 and incapable of flying. 



These I most gravely lecture on the sin of 

 drunkenness, feeling obliged sometimes to talk 

 nonsense to insects and animals, as I have so 

 few opportunities of using my tongue. I over- 

 heard my boy one day imitating me, wishing a 

 broken butterfly ambani ("good-bye") before 

 he let it fly away, and telling it to send along 

 some of its perfect brethren. 



I always add some strong rum to the mixture 



