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to quit, I cannot say, but quit he does, and that almost im- 

 mediately ; he leaves the core, crawls along his breathing and 

 clearing-out gallery, the mouth of which, before nearly closed, 

 he now gnaws into a smooth round hole, which will permit 

 him free passage without hurting his fat, soft, round body ; 

 then out he comes, and for the first time in his life finds 

 himself in the open air. He now wanders about on the 

 ground till he finds the stem of a tree: up this he climbs, 

 and hides himself in some nice little crack in the bark. I 

 should remark, that the fall of the apple, the exit of the grub, 

 and his wandering to this place of security, usually take place 

 in the night-time. In this situation he remains without stir- 

 ing for a day or two, as if to rest himself after the uncom- 

 mon fatigue of a two yards' march ; he then gnaws away the 

 bark a little, in order to get further in out of the way of 

 observation ; and having made a smooth chamber big enough 

 for his wants, he spins a beautiful little milk-white silken casCj 

 in which, after a few weeks, he becomes a chrysalis, and 

 in this state remains throughout the winter and until the 

 following June, unless some unlucky blackheaded tit, running 

 up the trunk, peeping into every cranny, and whistling out 

 his merry see-saw, happens to spy him, in which case he is 

 plucked without ceremony from his retreat, and his last mo- 

 ments are spent in the bird's crop; but supposing no such ill- 

 fortune betide him, by the middle of June he is again on the 

 wing, and hovering round the young apples on a midsummer 

 evening as before. 



" By burning weeds in your garden, at this time of year, you 

 will effectually drive away this little moth. If you have trees 

 the crops of which you value, make a smoking (mind, not a 

 blazing) fire under each ; it will put you to some incon- 

 venience if your garden be near your house, but the apples 

 will repay you for that." 



In the third number (published April, 1833) of the E7iio- 

 mological Magazine, Rusticus continues this subject in these 

 words : — 



" I have another little rascal that eats my apples and 

 pears ; but, as I have not made myself master of his history, I 

 will leave him over for another summer for examination; he 

 eats down the stalks of the pears, particularly when they are 

 about the size of gooseberries, and causes them to tumble 

 down by hundreds : I dare say I shall find him out by-and- 

 by." 



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