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bread and discovered a stone ; I sought for Antirrhodus and 

 I found Scylla ; I expected an isle of gardens, and I beheld a 

 barren and dangerous rock : " it is as the mist of the valley in 

 the desert, seen afar off by some thirsty traveller, and when he 

 Cometh thereto, he findeth nothing to drink." Had I the means, 

 I would leave England for a few years, and bury myself in the 

 woods of America, in the hope that, when I returned, I should 

 find that entomologists had recovered their senses. Oh, 

 America ! 



Ent. I am firmly persuaded, from what I see of the work- 

 ing members of its council, that the Entomological Society 

 will retard, not advance, entomology. How differently I 

 thought, how differently I spoke, nine months ago ! 



Erro. " Totum per annum est aer instar aeris verni ; 

 ubivis sunt floridi campi, montes sylvescentes, rivi perennes, 

 coelum hilaritate et laetitia plenum." 



Ent. My dear friend, on this subject, you may surely 

 speak the vernacular. 



Erro. Palmarum feracissima regio, coelo sereno. Nihil 

 quietius, nihil muscosius, nihil amoenius. 



Ent. Oh, envy ! envy ! 



Erro. How singular it is to see envy for ever watching 

 the opportunity to transfer merit from one to another, thus 

 endeavouring to diminish the actual amount. 



Ent. Yet talk not of leaving us ; there are good spirits, 

 though very, very few, who have not turned their backs on the 

 cause of truth. 



Erro. I may not go ; yet life is to me of little value, now 

 that its darling hope is crossed ; I could say with Gray, whilst 

 regarding the setting sun — 



O ! ego felix, vice si nee unquam 

 Surgerem rui'sus, simili cadentem 

 Parca me lenis sineret quieto 



Tollere leto. 



Fame, once my load-star, now no longer leads me. 



Donee eram sospes tituli tangebar amore, 

 Quaerendique mihi nonninis ardor erat. 



Ent. Roey, you mistake. A ruling passion never yields 

 its sway, and the love of fame is with you a ruling passion ; the 

 possession to satiety could alone smother it. Say not that 

 fame no longer leads, no longer influences : does a man who 



