380 THE ZOOLOGIST. 
forming with harp-like ring, seated aloft on the bordering poplars, 
and a sun-dazed workman beneath was singing ironically in re- 
sponse ‘‘hehehe-ha-ha!” In the afternoon of the 7th of July 
I strolled out along a shady avenue where ranks of Lombardy 
poplars rose on either side like church-steeples; it led out, if I 
recall, from the Convent of San Pablo, and I had not gone far 
when I arrived at a villa residence beset with mushroom-topped 
pines. It seemed the abode of eternal silence; its inmates 
probably had partaken of a hearty dinner and were asleep. 
They must have had evil dreams, for a deafening racket from 
the mushroom-topped pines of resinous violins—a croaking, 
squealing, cork-drawing, and bagpipe dirl, a cockatoo concert— 
announced that I was present at the nuptial revels of Tettigia 
orni, and I soon found I was at liberty to pick as many of the 
intoxicated bridegrooms off the sticky trees as I pleased, for they 
had drunk the spirit of turpentine, which is a poison to man, 
long and deep. In consequence I again lingered some little time 
to watch the indiarubber rebound of their kettledrums, and it 
then appeared that as these were seen to dimple the air escaped 
convulsively by an open spiracle immediately in front. Resuming 
my walk and proceeding a little further along the highway, I 
surprised a tiny Cicada seated on a tree about twelve feet from 
the ground, and just out of reach of my umbrella-net, that was 
making a tinkling noise resembling the rattle of a watch-chain. 
On the 12th of July they were culling the barley on the sandy 
plain of Castile. 
When I returned to Guildford I found some Cicadas that my 
sister had captured at the source of the Sutlej awaiting me. 
There was a brownish one (Pycna repanda), which she had found 
during a September tour in Cashmere in 1881; a brace of the 
Pomponia surya, which populates the tea-plantations of the 
Kangra Valley during July; and some other larger ones that 
came from the leafy slopes of the Himalayas—certain with 
bottle-glass wings and pointed flaps (Platylomia saturata) that 
were performing at Dhramsala; and the leathery-looking males 
of another kind (Polyneura ducalis), which struck up at Dhram- 
sala and Dalhousie during July and August. Ladies residing 
at Guildford who had passed their lives in India assured me 
_ that my Cicadas rattled like an alarm-clock when the northward 
