170 REMARKS ON THE 



ings amid the foliage, that inspired Crabbe, when he 

 penned the following passage : — 



" He knew the plants in mountain, wood, or mead ; 

 He knew the worms that on the foliage feed ; 

 Knew the small tribes that 'scape the careless eye, 

 ITie plant's disease, that breeds the embryo fly ; 

 And the small creatures, who, on bank or bough, 

 Enjoy their changes, — changed we know not how. 

 But now the imperfect being scarcely moves, 

 And now takes wing, and seeks the sky it loves." 



Tales of the Hall, Vol. I. 



It is no mean recommendation of my favourite 

 science, that she can thus discover, in the partial 

 destruction of bark or foliage, a source of high in- 

 tellectual gratification. When I consider, that ever>' 

 leaf may, in this manner, become a study, and one 

 single tree supply a fund of pleasing thoughts, and 

 grateful emotions, literally inexhaustible, I feel 



" I am as rich, in having such a jewel, 

 As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, 

 The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold." 



Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act II. Sc. IV. 



In a former letter, I noticed " the want of analog)^ 

 between the sensations of insects and our owti ;" on 

 which interesting subject, a communication was 

 made by the Rev. C. S. Bird, to the British Associa- 

 tion for Science, 1832. In this paper, the arguments 

 are in part founded on observations made on insects 

 of the order now under consideration ; and I accord • 

 ingly feel warranted in presenting you with the fol- 

 lowing extracts on the subject. 



