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amusement to the Editors of this journal, or to its readers, 
well, I suppose I ought to submit thereto with the best grace 
I can; though I confess I know not why this particular 
butterfly should be chosen for breaking on the wheel. As a 
Yorkshireman (long exiled, alas!) one of my earliest memories 
is that of poring over the pages of The Naturalist. The green, 
insect-haunting woods of Grassington ; the purple masses of 
autumn moorland seen from my native village; the ferny 
Upper Wharfe on a sunny afternoon; the well-remembered 
faces of the naturalists who were wont to assemble at my 
father’s house ; how clearly these and other recollections of 
dear and far-off Yorkshire days are fixed in the memory !’ 
THE MUSEUMS JOURNAL. 
Mr. Butterfield goes on to say, with some truth, ‘ But I 
wander from the point—just as do the Editors in the criticisms 
of myself in the April number. For the most part, so far as 
these criticisms concern The Museums Journal or myself, they 
are either misleading or wholly unjustifiable. This is why I 
assume that the comments are intended merely to amuse the 
many readers of The Naturalist, and not to be taken in any 
serious sense. It is also why I do not give a serious and 
effective reply, which would, indeed, have been an easy task, 
_ifan uncongenial one. My only reason for writing is to beg that 
the Editors, when next they are in need of a victim upon which 
to excercise their playful fancy—or fancy playfulness—will have 
the goodness to leave the inoffensive Museums Journal alone, 
even though they do not exempt myself.’ 
AND ‘ TYKES.’ 
We willingly comply with Mr. Butterfield’s request, especially 
as, for some reason or other, he is quite willing to continue a 
discussion in The Naturalist, which he could not, or would not, 
continue in his own magazine, the ‘inoffensive’ Museums 
Journal. He says he is a ‘tyke,’ that he is a metaphorical 
“ butterfly,’ that he once read The Naturalist, that he remem- 
bers the insect-haunted woods at Grassington, the purple 
masses of autumn moorland, and the ferny Upper Wharfe. So 
do we all; but what on earth has that to do with the matter 
in dispute ? The writer of these Notes and Comments, if not 
‘quite a ‘ Tyke,’ has been in Yorkshire sufficiently long to have 
acquired, he hopes, the Tyke’s characteristic of being ‘straight.’ 
SAFETY OF MUSEUMS, 
But our criticisms were meant to be serious; there is 
nothing funny about them, and if Mr. Butterfield thinks the 
matter amusing, it is more than we do, and we certainly think 
his treatment of ‘ The Provincial Curator ’ offensive, an opinion 
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