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cheaper than in America, are a half 

 more expensive than in Italy or 

 Germany. 



All who come to the exhibition 

 will expect to make purchases in 

 the shops. If the present prices 

 are any indication of what they are 

 to be during the exhibition, one 

 will do well to buy his Parisian 

 wares almost anywhere else. They 

 can be bought cheaper in London 

 than in Paris, and quite as cheap in 

 New York. Even silk in this land 

 of silks is not sold as cheap as in 

 England or Germany. I know of 

 but one bargain in Paris and that is 

 gloves. All this, sounds as if I 

 were prejudiced against the Parisi- 

 ans, and I confess that I would be 

 ashamed of myself if I were not. 

 Paris at any other time than the 

 coming summer has art galleries, 

 palaces, gardens, and entertain- 

 ments enough, and to my notion 

 these can be better enjoyed at such 

 times. Then for the additional 

 cost of visiting Paris during the 

 exposition, one might visit Italy 

 where there is a thousandfold more 

 to see. PALMER FINDLEY, 



Paris. 



MISTAKEN IDENTITY. 



BY E. S. GOODHUE, M. D. 



We were staying at a little hotel 

 in Hilo, waiting for the volcano to 

 begin, when I met Doctor Freid- 

 lander of Berlin, a German scien- 

 tist particularly interested in 

 Polynesia. 



On being introduced, he asked 

 me some questions about butter- 

 flies, mentioning one especially, 

 the Colias, whose habitat he could 

 not determine. If any one will be 



kind enough to relieve the doctor 

 of his perplexity, I shall be much 

 obliged. I don't know the first 

 thing about butterflies, only, that 

 I used to chase them when I was a 

 boy, and sometimes succeed in 

 covering them with my hat. 



I don't see why the man took 

 me for a butterfly collector. 



The Junior Partner had seen 

 that my hair was cut before I left 

 for Hilo, and I sedulously avoided 

 any oddities of manner, trying to 

 appear as much like a Hiloite as I 

 could. It was of no use. 



In the evening, the Professor 

 asked me the name of a large tree 

 that stood in the hotel yard. It 

 was the one tree in all Hilo that I 

 couldn't name. Letting myself 

 down gently, I told my interlocutor 

 that the tree must belong to the 

 banyan family, and that I found 

 out for myself that it was an 

 IndiTa rubber tree, which I tapped 

 to satisfy my curiosity. 



I always make the acquaintance 

 of the trees in a neighborhood 

 where I am staying; for trees bear 

 acquaintance, and in this respect, 

 are unlike some persons you meet. 

 But knowing a thing for its 

 visible impression upon you; com- 

 ing in touch with objects in nature 

 for the sake of the sensations they 

 produce, is quite a diffarent thing 

 from learning names, and being 

 able to classify each article under 

 an artificial head. When I am in 

 the woods, the study of botany 

 appears to be a trivial matter. 



The next day, as I sat reading 

 by my door, an old Jew I took 

 him for a Rabbi he looked so- 

 venerable came and sat by me, 

 and looking intently in my face, 



