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with his wings on a dead level, as if set 
hy a theodolite and artificial horizon. 
Those who have not seen a Continental 
cabinet, can better afford to go into rap- 
tures on the subject than those who have, 
and to their transports I leave them. We 
do not ask our Continental co-operators to 
change their mode and habits, nor do I 
think the “Long-Pin Club” at home 
will do more than cause an infinite 
amount of subsequent relaxing,— at first 
to their correspondents and afterwards to 
themselves. 
Rather hopelessly I now revert to 
No. 4, a box of no pretensions, but 
within, each specimen has an allowance 
of a full half-inch (of pin) beneath, and 
nearly the same above, but the plyers 
(bent) can be applied beneath, and thus 
all dauger for the fingers is avoided. No 
marks appear on the wings, which are 
variously inclined, to correspond, in some 
degree at least, with the natural curva- 
ture. 
Now, may I add a few words on the 
method of setting. Let a number of 
pieces of common soling cork be cut 
about a quarter of an inch (or more) 
square ; then, if you are economical, 
select the headless pins from your box, of 
all sizes down to one inch, and insert 
these lengthways through each piece of 
cork with a pair of pincers; then insert 
another pin at right angles to the first, 
from above, thus making a brace (elastic 
and immovable) of two pins or needles. 
By a little variation in the angle at 
which these pins are inserted any amount 
of pressure may be gained, so as to con- 
fine the costal nervure, without in the 
least degree marking the wing. Having 
thus gone down the setting-hoard, the 
eye will immediately detect the least in- 
accuracy; finally, when satisfied as to 
antenna?, &c., lay the board sideways be- 
fore you, and place the old card-braces 
on the apex of each wing. A hundred 
of these pin-braces may be made in an 
hour at no expense, and the gain in 
speed, accuracy and avoidance of injury 
afterwards is very great. 
W. D. CltOTCH. 
Uphill House, Weston-super-Mare ; 
April 7, 1859. 
SEASONABLE NOTES. 
Dead Leaves. 
When Autumn’s blasts drove through the 
woods, 
The leaves that lately hung 
So gay in elfin elegance, 
Were rudely torn and flung 
To earth, and then were wildly tossed, 
Before the scornful breeze, 
Until they found a resting place 
Around the roots of trees, 
Or in damp hollows, where they pressed 
And bound themselves together, 
Like friends who do not like to part 
Because of adverse weather. 
Alas! no longer poet-birds, 
In greenwood covert hid, 
Sing heartfelt songs of melody 
Unstudied and unbid ; 
But through the boughs forlorn and bare, 
Sad wintry voices pour 
A flood of sobs, and sighs and moans 
For leaves now green no more. 
Yet though the beauties lifeless lie 
They nurse and foster life, 
For all the seeming solitude 
With insect forms is rife. 
Here many kinds of larva? hide 
And shelter from the cold. 
And helpless pupa? safe from harm 
These withered ones enfold. 
Here two-winged flies, Hemiptera 
And Hymenoptera too, 
With hosts of Coleoptera 
Are covered tip from view. 
