Insects. 3517 



We tried fishing again, but after waiting an hour or so without even 

 a nibble, I said I could stand it no longer, and would go and look for 

 some Tephrosia punctularia. I soon took forty specimens, besides 

 Tephrosia crepuscularia, Bapta temeraria, Ephyra punctaria, &c. On 

 leaving the ground we divided the catch. Mr. G. and I always join 

 in what we take when out collecting together, and toss for the first 

 pick; in this instance Mr. G. won the toss, and of course the splendid 

 male trepida is in his cabinet. 



We breakfasted at the Blue-cap inn, near the park gate, (Blue-cap 

 was a noted hound belonging to the Cheshire hunt, and not far from 

 the inn is a monumental erection to his memory) ; coffee excellent, as 

 well as ham and eggs, and a spoon would almost stand upright in the 

 cream. After enjoying a cigar we walked to the railway-station at 

 Hartford, well pleased with our trip, and as happy as true lovers of 

 Nature only know how to be, intending to try it again next year, if all 

 be well, in spite of sundry most unearthly noises heard by us in the 

 dead of night, as we lay listening to the " roar of the wind through a 

 forest of pines." Nicholas Cooke. 



Penketh, near Warrington, June 12, 1852. 



Entomological Localities. By J. W. Douglas, Esq. 



(Continued from page 3432). 



London. 



" Oh ! well may poets make a fuss 

 In summer time, and sigh ' O rus !' 



Of London pleasures sick : 

 My heart is all at pant to rest 

 In greenwood shades — my eyes detest 

 This endless meal of brick." 



Thomas Hood. 



" The world is too much with us ; late and soon, 

 Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : 

 Little we see in Nature that is ours ; 

 We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! 

 The sea that bares her bosom to the moon, 

 The winds that will be howling at all hours, 

 And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; 

 For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; 

 It moves us not." 



Wordsworth. 



