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Through the warUke town of Woolwich, 

 And, ahghting then at Plumstead, 

 Let us sweep the grass and heather, 

 Let us search the autumn flowers, 

 For the flies, the twowinged insects. 

 In this large tin case, containing 

 A few slips of blotting paper. 

 And a little mass of wadding, 

 Slightly damped with benzine collas. 

 Stupefying fumes exhaling ; 

 In this case we will imprison 

 All the twowinged flies we capture. 



Laura, in our search for knowledge 

 "We must kill these pretty insects 

 Now and then, though very seldom. 

 Just to learn their curious structure 

 More minutely, more completely. 

 When I take the lives of insects 

 Sometimes, in the cause of Science, 

 I employ bruised leaves of laurel. 

 Chloroform, or benzine collas, 

 Because these cause stupefaction. 

 That precludes aU chance of suffering. 

 Let us constantly remember 

 That they love their lives as we do, 

 That they love to dance in sunshine. 

 Love the balmy aii' of summer ; 

 Often, of a summer's evening. 



