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The Queensland Naturalist September, 1933. 
BOOK NOTICES. 
The Insect Book, by Walter W. Froggatt (Shakespeare 
Head Press, Sydney), 103 pp., with numerous text figures. 
Price, 2/-. 
* * * * 
The Insect Book by W. W. Froggatt, the first of the 
Shakespeare Head Australian Nature Books, should prove 
very useful in the schools, and to all those people inter- 
ested in natural history who wish to acquire an elemen- 
tary knowledge of insects. It is written by one who has 
made a life-long study of the habits of Australian insects, 
and the 103 pages are crammed with short interesting 
accounts of the life history of most of the common insects. 
It is well illustrated and even small children should have 
no trouble in recognising the common species from their 
pictures. 
AMALIE DIETRICH— A FORGOTTEN NATURALIST. 
C May /< 1 
(By A. JEFFERIS TURNER, M.D., F.E.S.) 
There is one of our Skipper Butterflies named Cep- 
hrenes amalia by Semper in the Journal of the GodeftToy 
Museum. Perhaps some of you like myself may have been 
puzzled at the meaning of this name. It is the Christian 
name of a forgotten Queensland- entomologist. I first 
heard of her by reading her life story written by her 
daughter, and appropriately entitled “The Hard Road.” 
In the little Saxon hill-town of Siebenlehn there lived 
a worthy couple, Gottlieb Nelle and his wife, Cordel. lie 
had a small business making leather goods — purses and 
such like. His only son Karl had emigrated to Bucharest, 
where he had prospered and married a Roumanian. There 
only remained his daughter Amalio, a bright girl, the pet 
of the family. 
One evening old Granny Krummbiegelu called on the 
Nelles with news. She had let her room to a gentleman, 
who was a rara avis indeed. He had left the position of 
assistant to the local chemist, and placed on his door a 
black plate with yellow letters, “A. W. S. Dietrich, Nat- 
uralist/ ’ What “Naturalist” meant no one knew, but 
Granny was confident it meant witchcraft. 
It was autumn. Mother Cordel and Amalie set off 
for the Zell Wood in search of mushrooms. They climbed 
a knoll looking down on a clear woodland stream, and 
from the top they noticed that someone v T as lying down 
on the mossy bank. It was a man — one of the gentry. The 
