COLLOQUIA ENTOMOLOGICA. 32S 



Ent. Nonsense — now mind, if you notice him, or speak 

 to him, before he joins the conversation of his own accord, 

 the spell is broken, and we lose him (he speaks a few words in 

 a low voice, and Rusticus instantly occupies the chair placed 

 for him). So you are still migratory, not satisfied with old 

 England yet. 



Erro. I have little reason to be satisfied ; condemned to 

 kneel before a man whom I despise from the bottom of my 

 soul, because I was bold enough to tell the truth of him. I 

 know every body must hate me for it ; but I had my reasons. 



Rusticus. I feel shivery, all needles and pins, and for all 

 the world as though 1 had been run away with by the steam- 

 horse that bolted on Ashton Moss the other day, or shot out of 

 an air-gun — shall I stir your fire ? 



Ent. What country are you particularly thinking of ? 



Erro. Any where that truth may be spoken, and the sky 

 is clear. 



Rus. 



Kennst tu das land wo die citron en bliihn. 



Erro. 'Tis the land of the east, but the land of the west 

 is my aim ; Humboldt and Waterton have determined me on 

 that : think of laying stretched at full length in the shade of a 

 group of coucourite palms, covered with scarlet and blue 

 aras; think of the magnificent arborescent graminece grace- 

 fully waving in the breeze ; think of clusters of shrubs, whose 

 flowers are almost too brilliant to gaze upon, and each fanned 

 by the tiny wings of a humming-bird, whose ruby crest and 

 emerald bosom seem to emit rather than reflect the luxurious 

 light; while around and above sail majestically the morphos 

 and the swallow-tails ; the gay Hesperidce flit, or rather skip 

 from flower to flower, and the long-winged Heliconians flutter, 

 owl-like, on their way: all nature is on a lavish scale; each 

 rough stem glows with the blooms of parasitic Orchidece, or 

 bends with the weight of luxuriant purple passion-flowers, 

 and scarlet Bignonice, while the graceful heavily-waving leaves 

 of the cocoas, or the still more beautiful palms of the Oronoco, 

 mingle with the light pinnated foliage of mimoscs, and giant 

 tree-ferns, undulating beneath a sun which, for weeks and 

 weeks, has not been hidden by a cloud. O, that I could 

 transport myself to some such lovely spot — 



