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can possibly think of ; with a gigantic farm-yard, 
and extensive premises attached to it. I was 
really quite alarmed at the quantities of geese, 
turkeys, ducks, Muscovy ducks, and pigeons. 
Poultry of all sorts was in the greatest abun- 
dance. Vegetables and fruitalso. I never had a 
better dinner in my life than at Moudon. Excel- 
lent cigars and punch were likewise to be got—and, 
mind you, Mr. Editor, though I am no smoker my- 
self, lama connoisseur in the aroma of tobacco, 
and can instantly distinguish between a ‘“‘ Grand- 
son,’ and a “ Regalia.” _ The one yow smoked at 
Tottenham was—[Hush !|—a—[Hu—sh!!] —a 
Cubas. 
Next morning, Bombyx purchased a few young 
Muscovy ducks, to ornament our little “ basse 
cour” at home. They arrived all safe; but I was 
now and then half disposed to kick them over, as 
they took up so much of my room ; and it was very 
hot coming from Moudon. We, as usual, started 
very early, and got home for dinner. Our boxes 
were quite full of insects. The ‘‘ Apollos,” how- 
ever, were kept by themselves, for fear of accident ; 
and the next morning they were properly spanned 
out. Ican assure you, Bombyx was not a little 
pleased with his success. ‘They are uncommonly 
fine specimens. Hntre nous, I twigged my old 
master admiring them only the other day. How 
he rejoices in his collection! 
During this little detowr, we took a splendid 
variety of ‘‘Machaon,’’ “ Podalirius,” a whole 
host of “ Polyomates,” and “ Argynnes,” some 
‘“Salyres,” ‘ Pheedra,’’ ‘ Hermione,” ‘ Circe,” 
“ Briseis,” ‘‘ Arethusa,” &c. &c. Also the beau- 
tiful “ Apatura Iris,” plenty of ‘“‘ Hyale,” and 
“Tidusa.” We did not refuse “ Catocala Nupta,” 
‘“Sponsa,” “‘ Promissa,’”’ ‘‘ Pellex,” and “ Para- 
nympha”’ (which also fell to our net), as well as 
‘“Fraxini’’ and “ Electa.”” There was also a 
goodly sprinkling of ‘‘ Microlepidoptera.”’ 
T only wish I was as conversant with ornithology 
as 1 am with entomology; I could, I am certain, 
interest some of your readers. We met with many 
beautiful birds; and to the west of Lasarraz a 
long range of singular wild rocks, apparently a 
pertect city of the minor class of eagles. ‘There 
were three or four different sorts; but not one of 
the larger tribe did I perceive. 
There was anything but a peaceable gathering at 
the top of these rocks. The shrill, harsh, angry 
scream of these aristocrats, plainly told us it was 
much pleasanter to dwell at the foot of these rocks 
than on their summit. Their situation is particu- 
larly ‘‘ grandiose,” for though not very high, they 
are very wild and rugged and nearly perpendicular, 
rising almost from the very banks of the Nozon, 
which glides along drearily and swiftly at their feet. 
It is amost sombre spot; just fitted for the dwelling 
of the rapacious inhabitants of the summits of the 
rocks, and it presents a very different scene to the 
happy farm-yard at Moudon. 
Thus finished our few days’ trip in search of 
the ‘‘ Apollo at Lasarraz,” and in which we were 
fortunately successful. 
And now, my dear friend, let me compliment you 
on the lofty position taken by OuR own JouURNAL, 
and congratulate you most sincerely on the com- 
plete success of your noble undertaking. I imagine 
there is hardly a family in the kingdom, of any 
respectability, where we are not found. This is as 
it ought tobe; for none can say WE are not ‘‘jelly,” 
as well as “honest dogs!” 
Ever yours, most sincerely, 
Fino. 
Tottenham, October 14. 
PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF A DOG.—No. TI. 
BY ONE OF THAT SUFFERING KACE. 
(Continued from Page 174.) 

IT 18 DELIGHTFUL, my dear sir, to find 
that we are doing good by barking out so 
lustily. Already, people begin to look 
foolish; as their friends twit them about their 
mutilated, disfigured pets. ‘“ There is a turn 
in the tide of all men’s lives;”’ and I do 
hope that dogs too will get the benefit of 
that tide. Iam inclined to think a change 
wil come, ere long. Let us hasten it. 
Oh, that every maimed and disfigured dog 
would imitate Balaam’s Ass, and cry out 
with me— Why am I tortured thus ?” 
The chain of our story was interrupted, 
I think, where my doctor took me up after 
my leg was broken. This was “set ;” and 
I was ordered to be kept as quiet as possible. 
In @ month subsequently, I could run as 
well as if no such accident had ever hap- 
pened. During this time, I was: carefully 
and kindly tended by Miss Emily ; and as 
I had the character of being very timid and 
excitable, the horrid whip was never seen, 
and I again felt that, in spite of all the 
Puritanical doctrines, we can and may be: 
happy in this world. 
I was kept in the Housekeeper’s Room, in 
order that the children should not tease me ; 
and once at least every day my coat and ears 
were brushedand combed. My dear mistress, 
too, would occasionally bring a visitor to 
admire me while I ate a sponge-cake; a 
delicacy 1 am particularly fond of. My 
doctor, however, once said, they were bad 
for me to eat often,—as though one could 
have too much of a good thing! Apropos— 
I hope when he takes me home, he will 
contradict that statement. 
Thus passed the first month of my hfe, 
in my new home. But a change was near. 
The time had arrived when all London 
(z.e. all that can do so) goes out of town ; 
and as John, our footman, said, ‘‘ our people 
were going to Brighton.” Of course I could 
not be taken with bandages on my leg; so 
they were removed, and I was again able 
to, run on all-fours. I will not, attempt to 
describe the commotion and bustle there 
was in preparing for the next day ; but black 
boxes, like Noah’s Ark “in little,’ were 
piled one on the other, until the hall would » 
hold no more; and in the Housekeeper’s 
Room was Rosa’s red and white calf-skm 
trunk, with her initials in brass nails on the 

