THE ENTOMOLOGIST'S 
WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER, 
No. 9.] SATURDAY, MAY 31, 1856. [Price Id. 
THE ENTOMOLOGICAL SOCIETY. 
Few things have surprised us more than 
the number of new correspondents we 
have obtained from London itself, and its 
immediate suburbs ; entomologists who, 
though they would appear to have been 
some time at work, we had never met 
with or heard of. Can all these enthu- 
siastic young votaries of Entomological 
science be aware of the existence of The 
Entomological Society of London ? 
This Society meets at its rooms, 12, Bed- 
ford Row, Holborn, the first Monday in 
each month, at 8 p. m.: it meets there 
next Monday, June 2nd. We hear some 
one say he is afraid to go, he should be 
intruding, he does not know any one 
there: of course if he is afraid it is diffi- 
cult to argue with him to convince him 
that his fears are groundless, but if he 
will make the attempt of ascending the 
two staircases which lead to the Society’s 
rooms, he will find that they are not 
strewed with the bones of those unhappy 
young entomologists whom have been 
devoured by the older ones; but in the 
whole of our experience we never knew a 
case of an entomologist being eaten up ; 
it is true entomologists have at times 
gone through the preliminary processes 
of being skinned and roasted, but the 
cannibal propensities of the Society never 
went farther, and it was only on the 
leading members of the Society that 
these operations took place. 
But the young entomologist is sure he 
should be intruding: well, of course as 
he has never been there he ought to be a 
good judge; but why should we with 
our experience invite him to come if his 
presence there would be an intrusion? 
And in the third place, our young friend 
says he knows no one there; but that is 
the very reason why he should go and 
try to get to know some one there ; the 
process is not difficut ; besides, our cor- 
respondents will be sure to find us there. 
But we will here sketch an imaginary 
scene, such as might take place if a 
young entomologist made his first ap- 
pearance at a Meeting of the Society, 
some friend being with him to point out 
“ who’s who.” 
“ Open the door quietly, for the meet- 
ing has already begun. You see every 
body is so intent on the business of the 
meeting that hardly any one looks at us. 
Now, hang up your hat and coat on one 
of the pegs behind the door, and come 
and stand near the fire-place, while I 
point out the principal people present. 
“That gentleman who sits between the 
table and the wall, with his chair more 
elevated than the rest, is the President; 
lie is Mr. Saunders. You will observe 
when be speaks he has a very pleasant 
smile. On his right you see a sallow- 
complexioned gentleman, with a great 
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