
KIDD’S OWN JOURNAL. 

FROM THE LADIES OF DEVONSHIRE. 

Dip you not say, “Dear Mr. Kidd,” 
You lov’d the fair sex? We believe you. 
{'True, ladies, true; we do,—we did, 
We would not for the world deceive you.] 
Well; let us whisper in your ear 
A little secret,—entre nous : 
We wish you many a happy year, 
And frankly tell you that—Wer Love you. 
[ Sensation. | 
We love you. Yes; ‘ Our Editor” 
Is worthy of our confidence. 
Not “one” is there superior 
In kindness, “‘ heart,’’ benevolence. 
Should sorrow e’er predominate, 
You kindly soothe—and share it too; 
And like us, you abominate 
Cant and deceit. [Indeed we do!] 
We love you, though you do condemn 
With merciless severity 
The “ Fashions” of the day [A—hem !|— 
It proves so your sincerity ! 
But though the wild contagion spreads, 
There’s nothing to excite owr fears; 
WE wear our bonnets on our heads, 
““ Modest” ow faces,—eyes,—and ears ! 
“ Your Journat,” too, we love; and note 
With great delight its healthy tone ; 
Cherish the kindness you promote, 
And proudly hail it as,—“ Our Own.” 
Nothing you write can cause a blush, 
You love to have us “ wise and merry,”— 
But once* you told a lady [ H-u-s-h!] 
You thought her smile “bewitching,” very. 
We love you for your friendly care 
In saving many a “ pet,’’—our treasure ; 
When, almost yielding to despair, 
Your voice has chang’d our pain to pleasure. 
Acar then we our thanks express, 
Such kindness we cai ner repay ; 
But we will pray for your “ succsss,” 
And “Many A Happy New Yuar’s Day!” 
[The lady to whom we are indebted for 
the above ‘‘ Presentation” is ‘ the” Devon- 
shire Dove. (That loved county would seem 
to abound in doves.) In a specimen of cali- 
graphy, perfectly bewildering from its ex- 
treme beauty, the signature attached is 
simply, | 
-CoLuMBA DEVONIENSIS. 
Torquay, Dec. 9. 
* We are fearful we may have said this to more 
than one lady; as our memory, on the present 
occasion, really is at fault—Ep. K. J. 

Houmiuiry ever dwells with men of noble minds. 
It is a flower that prospers not in lean and barren 
soils ; but in a ground that is rich, it flourishes 
and is beautiful —FrLtaam. 

339 
Kewirw, 

THE NATuRALIST.—No. 31. Groombridge 
and Sons. 
Among the interesting papers in the present 
number, are three to which we direct special 
attention. The first is a very proper con- 
demnation of ‘ Jennings’ Eggs of British 
Birds ;” a book which has been carelessly got 
up, is wretchedly illustrated, and in every 
respect faulty. It formsa strange contrast to 
the admirable work (by the Rey. F. O. 
Morris) on a similar subject, and published 
monthly. If birds are to be figured and 
colored, let them be something like nature ; 
else are they valueless. 
The second paper we have referred to, is 
by Mr. William Thompson, of Weymouth. 
From this we borrow a few interesting ob- 
servations relating to 
THE LOBSTER. 
Lobsters are caught by means of pots, made of 
withys, with the bars some little distance apart, or 
in nets; in either case the bars of the pot, or the 
meshes of the net, allow all but such as are of a 
marketable size to pass; and as Lobsters lay 
amongst rocks where no net can reach, they are 
safe from all danger, except what they themselves 
run into: this is the reason that the young are so 
seldom seen. 
In the months of August, September, and 
October, pots are laid down for Prawns (Palemon 
serratus), and then we sometimes obtain small 
Lobsters. ‘The Prawn-pots are made precisely the 
same pattern as the Lobster-pots, but smailer, and 
the open bars closer together, in order to prevent 
the egress of the Prawn—this also prevents the 
escape of the Lobster. 
There are now in the Aquavivarium of the 
Zoological Society, five Lobsters. All of them 
were obtained in Prawn-pots ; the smallest is four 
inches in length, and the largest about five. 
These five Lobsters were kept some time in a 
perforated box, moored in the tideway ; in this 
box were also placed Cottus bubalis, and some 
specimens alive of the Solenette Monochirus 
linguatulus. Some days after, on opening the 
box, I found nothing but some remains of the 
Solenettes. On putting some more specimens in 
the box I took out the Cottus, believing them to 
be the evil doers; especially as a day or two 
previous, having missed several Syngnathi, I 
found one coiled away in the stomach of a Cottus, 
giving its destroyer a very extraordinary appear- 
ance. 
With all my precautions, still the Solenettes dis- 
appeared; and I succeeded in tracing home the 
crime to the Lobsters, one of which I caught— 
flagrante delicto. 
The following shows the large quantity exported 
from Norway from 1815 to 1835; it is taken from 
a book entitled ‘“‘ Norway and the Norwegians,” 
by R. G. Latham :—‘‘ From 1815 to 1835 there 
was exported from Norway the following quantity 
of Lobsters, in round numbers :—1815 to 1819, 
six hundred and five thousand ; 1820 to 1824, nine 
hundred and twenty-seven thousand; 1825 to 
