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baiting and cock-fighting, and are setting our minds in 

 earnest now against cruelty of every kind. But without 

 necessarily going quite so far as Christopher North, who 

 argued that to give up fox-hunting would be to rob the 

 poor fox of all that made life worth living, the healthy 

 tingle in every limb as he pulls himself together for a 

 start as the hounds are thrown in, the mad excitement 

 of the first mile's spin across the open, with the pack at 

 his tail the fun of fooling the huntsman, and telling 

 the vixen at home all about it over a good fat hen in 

 the evening : without going quite so far as this, the 

 man must have forgotten his own boyish delights who 

 can see without any pleasure half a dozen ragged little 

 shouting urchins from the slums of Westminster 

 tumbling over one another in St. James's Park in wild 

 pursuit of a White Butterfly, probably very well able 

 to take care of itself till it meets a Whitethroat or 

 Cock Sparrow. 



It is rather interesting to notice that such Butterflies 

 as there are in London keep to the tops of the trees, 

 more than one often sees them do in quieter country 

 places. 



We have a great many Moths of different kinds in 

 London. Judging by the numbers which will hurt 

 one's feelings by flying into the candle as one sits by 

 an open window on a warm night, or finding their way 

 between the globe and chimney of the lamp, where it 

 is impossible to leave them to scorch, as well as by the 

 varieties to be occasionally met with in the parks and 

 streets in the daytime, and by the much too apparent 



