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been to Lulworth (the original locality for the insect) for the last five years, 

 and twice to this, without success, and it is now twelve years since he found 

 it in plenty. I was a fortnight or three weeks too late, I regret to say, for I 

 met with very few fine out of one hundred and thirty that I captured in five 

 hours/' 



The Eev. F. O. Morris, in his "History of British Butterflies/' 1853, 

 writes : " In company, some years ago, with my friend J. C. Dale, Esq., late 

 High Sheriff of Dorset, I formerly captured this, then newly by him dis- 

 covered, insect, I mean as a British one, in plenty at Lulworth Cove, Dorset- 

 shire — a charming place, where you will be fain to wish that you could for 

 ever watch the glorious ocean, dashing up from its dark depths against the 

 steep cliffs, which there presents an aspect of the utmost seclusion and the 

 most lovely retirement. Wild must all around be in winter, but this small 

 butterfly rejoices in the settled summer, more fortunate than some of its 

 class, who are tempted out to woo the ' beautiful spring ' : often their re- 

 ception is cold and chilling, and their day-dream of happiness is blighted, like 

 the contemporary delicate flower that has peered out too soon from its shel- 

 tered nook, and must again hide its head for a season, till the skies are more 

 propitious, and the sun shall shine undisturbed upon it. Now it is not to 

 be seen there, though it is still to be found at the Burning Cliff, nearer 

 Weymouth, where my friend, the Eev. Francis Lockey, of Swanswick Cot- 

 tage, near Bath, has taken it in plenty." 



Stainton, in his "Manual of British Butterflies and Moths," writes, "A 

 very local species : Lulworth, Dorsetshire, and Sid mouth, Devonshire." 



Mr. Douglas has given me the following note of his experiences of this 

 insect in Dorsetshire : " In July, 1849, my late friend, H. H. Farr was 

 staying at Weymouth for the benefit of his health. I stayed a few days in 

 his company, and made some entomological excursions with him to Portland 

 and other places adjacent. One bright sunny morning we hired a boat, 

 owned by one of the amphibious long- shore dwellers, whom we took with us, 

 and found he was a character, and could turn his hand and tongue to any- 

 thing. An hour's sail across Weymouth Bay, during which we amused our- 

 selves by catching mackeral, brought us to the desired spot, the Burning 

 Cliff, where we had been told we should find Pamphila actceon, and there, 

 sure enough, we found it in profusion. The spot, close to the sea, is a kind 

 of undercliff, not very level, of no great extent, and covered with thistles and 

 large tufts of a long coarse grass or carex, about which our prey were skipp- 

 ing briskly. So abundant were they that I often had five or six in my net 

 at one stroke, and in about two hours I caught a hundred, filling my box 

 and my hat ; and Mr. Farr had nearly as many. They were accompanied by 



