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THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLTGENCEE. 
The same spot must be constantly hit, 
the brain must be incited to work as 
often as possible to investigate the great 
book of Nature, and to record the new 
observations in the daily journal, and 
thus to promote Science. 
The journal itself, and hence also 
periodicals, fulfil their aim when put to 
scientific use. 
But periodicals, like all beings, must 
undergo a metamorphosis. ‘ The Ento- 
mologist’s Weekly Intelligencer’ now 
seems like a larva, so well fed that it is 
about to change: in that stale larvae are 
always dull and ill humoured ; we must, 
therefore, wait till the Phcnnix arises 
with fresh wings, more gaily ornamented, 
from its old skin. 
I console myself with the idea that, at 
the end of the volume, I shall find your 
last leading article indexed amongst 
“ FaceticB.” 
I am. Sir, 
Yours obediently. 
Dr. Hagen. 
August 27, 1861. 
COMPLAINT OF A MOTH. 
To the Editor of the * Intelligencer,* 
Sir, — I thought at one time that ento- 
mologists called themselves a brother- 
hood, at least that is what has been 
handed down to us from the time of our 
forefathers (several of whom graced the 
cabinets of your ancestors). I possess 
records alluding to the great friendship 
between brethren of the net ; but, from 
all I have seen of you entomologists, 
I cannot acquiesce in the statements 
contained therein. Let us take an ex- 
ample, — no matter who,— B. and G., if 
you like. B. and G,, then, have a mutual 
dislike. G. accuses B. and B. retorts 
upon G., and what about? About us! 
Why we never wished to set one natu- 
ralist against another; in fact, I really 
doubt whether we have set any true 
naturalist against another, and we are 
very pained to see in the last two num- 
bers of your journal that we are put as 
causes of disturbance in the scientific (?) 
world. Are there not more pleasing 
subjects on which B. and G. may in 
future wield their pens? 
I do not wish this short note to be a 
purely personal one; hut, lest either B. 
or G. should consider it to be so, I may 
as well add that these remarks are in- 
tended for all those to whom my letter 
refers, and not to one alone, but to all. 
“ Satire is not my aim ; I would not 
wield a pen to hurt e’en through my 
enemy.” 
Yours, iSrc., 
Dianthcecia Cucdbali. 
Lychnis dioica, near London, 
Aug. 12, 1861. 
AMATEUR DEALERS. 
To the Editor of the ' Intelligencer.’ 
Sir, — I find that my comments on 
amateur dealing have given mortal 
offence, and I am to be punished for 
my impertinence by being, as far as 
possible, prevented from obtaining any 
of the local species found hereabout. 
Some years ago, if I wished to sugar 
the locality where Hadena Suasa occurs, 
I was actually compelled to commence 
operations by 3 p. m., or I was certain to 
find a piece of paper pinned on the first 
tree, with “ Sugared, Reid,” written upon 
it. My unfortunate remarks have, it 
seems, once more awakened the spirit of 
