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small sisters, and that her brothers are 

 breeding up to the army, navy, bar, and 

 church. 



Nothing in art more beautiful than lace — 



" A web of woven air — ■" 



as it has been charmingly called by one who 

 knows how to let it float charmingly over 

 brow or bosom. How perfectly simple it 

 always seems, even in its utmost richness ! 

 So does a web of dew veiling a lily or a rose. 

 It imparts delicacy to the delicate forehead, 

 from whose ample gleam it receives a more 

 softened fineness in return. 



AN OMNIVOROUS CATERPILLAR. 



Caterpillars, Mr. Editor, are curious 

 creatures; more curious than some people are 

 aware of; and more so than many perhaps will 

 credit. Some are graminivorous; some legumi- 

 nivorous; some carnivorous; some live together 

 under one common roof; some, again, live quite 

 solitarily ; some live together on very good terms 

 up to a certain age; they will then separate, 

 and each take his own road ; and, if prevented 

 by confinement, will set to work and devour one 

 another ! I could dilate for a month on their 

 different habits, but that would be trespassing too 

 long on your time and paper. My object is to 

 give you a specimen of an Omnivorous Cater- 

 pillar. 



In the year 1848, whilst residing at Cour, in 

 the Canton de Vaud, Switzerland, I had a nest 

 of Hadena Bras^icce, and determined to test their 

 digestive organs, having previously become well 

 acquainted with their extraordinary appetites. 

 First I fed them on cabbage, till they were 

 twenty-eight days old ; I then gave them a treat 

 of purple archangel. This was soon despatched. 

 The next day I gave them two fine heads of 

 celery. This they thoroughly enjoyed, not 

 leaving one scrap ! I then gave them a bunch of 

 rose leaves; all disappeared but the woody part. 

 Then followed a fine cucumber; this was de- 

 licious! Alter the cucumber, a branch of fir; 

 all save the woody part vanished, as usual. Then 

 followed a bunch of lilac; this too followed suit. 

 Next, a branch of the Judas Tree; the whole 

 went down. Two fine vegetable marrows shared 

 the same fate. These were exquisite, not a scrap 

 remaining! Several actually burst themselves 

 from over-indulging their voracious appetites — 

 the contents of their inside being a nasty, oily, 

 offensive, green fluid. After this followed a fine 

 large piece of Gruyere cheese; this went down as 

 clean as a whistle, not a vestige remaining. 

 Then a branch of juniper disappeared like the 

 fir! 



Last of all, came some splendid bunches of 

 beautiful Muscatel grapes. Here was the ne 

 plus ultra. All vanished! ! 



I had intended next morning to have tried the 

 effects of some cold roast beef; but my friends 

 were too much disposed to metamorphose. Not 

 one came to the scratch — they gave splendid 

 Brassicce. 



I think, Mr. Editor, I am fairly justified in 



calling this an "omnivorous caterpillar." You 

 need not be afraid of inserting my communi- 

 cation, for I assert nothing but what I can vouch 

 for by my own experience. I must not forget to 

 mention, that I had about three hundred of these 

 tigers; they were kept in a box about four feet 

 long, two feet broad, and two feet deep. 



Bombtx Atlas. 



Tottenham, June 30. 



[It gives us real delight to insert any of the 

 experimental discoveries of our old friend Bom- 

 byx Atlas. Enthusiast as he is, yet is he so 

 great an advocate for strict truth, that his ob- 

 servations are valuable as well as amusing. We 

 gladly give him the right hand of fellowship, and 

 welcome him as a worthy laborer in the paths of 

 science. We can see him before us now, and 

 enter with glee into the changes of his counte- 

 nance whilst narrowly watching the " con- 

 sumptive " habits of his " omnivorous cater- 

 pillar" — the alderman of the forest.] 



PHRENOLOGY FOR THE MILLION. 



No. XVII.— PHYSIOLOGY OF THE BRAIN. 



BY F. J. GALL, M.D. 



( Con tinued from page 23.) 



Such is the manner in which all these philo- 

 sophers and physiologists wander in the clouds 

 of speculation, pointing out to their pupils 

 plains, mountains, valleys, water, and fields; and 

 pretending that these are the only things which 

 exist on earth, because, from so elevated a point, 

 they are the only ones which their view distin- 

 guishes ! If they would but descend from their 

 elevation, they would discover an infinite variety 

 of plants and animals, and would soon find them- 

 selves forced to reject classifications, which 

 embrace only generalities. 



Whether we admit, one, two, three, four, five, 

 six, or seven faculties of the soul, we shall see, in 

 the sequel, that the error is always essentially 

 the same, since all these faculties are mere 

 abstractions. None of the faculties mentioned, 

 describe either an instinct, a propensity, a talent, 

 nor any other determinate faculty, moral or 

 intellectual. How are we to explain, by sensa- 

 tion in general, by attention, by comparison, by 

 reasoning, by desire, by preference, and by free- 

 dom, the origin and exercise of the principle of 

 propagation ; that of the love of offspring, of the 

 instinct of attachment ? How explain, by all 

 these generalities, the talents for music, for 

 mechanics, for a sense of the relations of space, 

 for painting, poetry, &c. ? 



Let us now direct our attention to the lan- 

 guage of common society, when the question 

 arises respecting the moral and intellectual 

 character of individuals. I visit a numerous 

 family, limited as much as possible to itself, and 

 all the members of which live under the influence 

 of the same circumstances. I engage the parents 

 in conversation on the qualities of their children. 

 " Our children," they tell me, " are not alike; 

 they seem as if they were not born of the same 

 father and mother. Yet, they eat at the same 

 table, their occupations are the same. Here is 



