50 LTJNDY ISLAND. 



Hartland, with the picturesque little watering-place 

 of Clovelly; from whence headland after headland, on 

 the one hand those of Devonshire, on the other those 

 of Cornwall, receded into a dim and undistinguish- 

 able haze. 



Insect life was active and busy around us. Little 

 beetles, whose coats sparkled in the sun, were crawl- 

 ing on the herbage ; a tiny attelabus, of coppery 

 lustre, seemed rather common ; the lovely green cicin- 

 dela, sometimes popularly called tiger-beetle, from its 

 beauty and voracity, was seen, but was much too agile 

 and wary to be caught; and the rose-chafer, that 

 peculiar accompaniment of a summer's noon, was 

 buzzing like a bee among the flowers. Butterflies, 

 too, of various species, were flitting to and fro ; the 

 large and small garden-whites were perhaps attend- 

 ants upon man, as the cultivator of pot-herbs, their 

 proper food ; but others were indubitably indigenous. 

 The meadow-brown and the little gate-keeper were 

 pursuing that low, dancing, jerking manner of flight, 

 close to the turf, that distinguishes the genus to which 

 they belong ; the tiny alexis was opening and shutting 

 its azure wings in the sun, as it sat upon the flowers, 

 as if inviting capture, but darted away when ap- 

 proached, with a swift, wheeling flight, and playfully 

 returned to the same flower again. And we saw 

 a rarer insect than any of these, the painted lady, 

 come fluttering by on vigorous wing, and shoot away 

 like a meteor. 



Gulls were screaming in the air around, and cir- 



