"PROFESSOR WIGGLER" 73 
York, I paused for a momentary glimpse of a fine 
display of spring silks in a shop window, when 
Professor Wiggler, without the slightest rhyme or 
reason, suddenly wagged his comical head across 
my fancy, for my thoughts were far from profess- 
ors and entomology. Following a frequent, quiet 
pastime of mine, of tracing the pedigree of such 
vagrant waifs of thought, I fell to pondering what 
could have summoned my unbidden friend, and I 
soon discovered. Why, how simple ! The win- 
dow before me was a very epitome of tender 
vernal hues blushes of pale blossoms, yellows of 
pale anthers shadowed under petals, and quick- 
ened grays of bourgeoning hill-side woods, warm 
pulsing greens of budding leaves, each fabric bear- 
ing its label of the latest color-fad coral gray, 
Chinese pink, primrose ash, old rose, and yonder 
was a faded purple bearing the title " lilac," which, 
of course, by its own irresistible telegraph through 
my retina, had called up the professor, and here 
he was. 
Yes, it must be admitted, he is a rather uncere- 
monious and promiscuous professor, but I can 
nevertheless recommend him to our young people 
as a most amusing and entertaining character. 
As I have said, I first made his acquaintance over 
thirty years ago, and in spite of his obtrusive ways 
in season and out of season, I nevertheless renew 
our actual acquaintance on the lilac-bush every 
