THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
87 
Fragment of a Conversation be- 
tween Larvje of Chauliodus Illi- 
gerellus and Coleophora sere- 
nella. 
Scene: Daren th Wood. 
Illigerellus. So I suppose we mustn’t 
hope to escape much longer. 
Serenella. How is that ? I have no 
fear. 
Illig. Then it’s time you had, I can 
tell you : haven’t you seen the ‘ Intelli- 
gencer ?’ 
Seren. No ; hut what if I had ? No 
one in England ever looks for an insect 
till it has been found : so as I’ve not 
been found yet, I’m not afraid of being 
looked for. 
Illig. Well, to be sure you have that 
consolation ; and though they knew that 
I occurred here in the perfect state, no 
one ever thought of looking for me as 
larva, though goodness knows I am far 
easier to find now than T shall be a 
month hence. I wish I was safely in 
pupa. 
Seren. I’m sorry to hear you are so 
timid. If — 
Illig. Timid indeed ! Now just 
listen to what I heard was in the ! Iutel- 
ligencer’ the other day: entomologists 
are told “ to look for the Gout-weed, and 
that the leaf stems will be observed to be 
contorted or ‘ crumpled up,’ and that the 
cause of this is a stieky-looking cater- 
pillar.” That’s me, you know; and I 
declare they may well call me stichy, for 
I’ve been in a cold perspiration ever 
since I heard that was published. 
Seren. Welt, that is too bad : but of 
course nothing is said about me. 
Illig. Don’t flatter yourself: listen — 
“ Coleophora serenella feeds on the leaves 
of the wild liquorice, or sweet milkvetch, 
and makes very conspicuous, because 
very white blotches, in the leaves of the 
plant: the singular whitish puckered 
case of the larva has loose whitish 
flounces ....’’ 
Seren. Good gracious ! you don’t say 
that’s in print. 
Illig. Indeed but it is. 
Seren. Well, I’m a gone ’coon. 
People can’t help finding me now. 
Illig. I thought you were taking 
matters rather easily before. 
Seren. But however does it happen 
that they know what to look for, as I 
never have been found here P 
Illig. Oh! they’ve picked up the in- 
formation abroad. I’m told there’s a 
fellow at Frankfort, one Schmid, who 
sends over caterpillars every week all 
alive and kicking. 
Seren. You don’t say so ! 
Illig. But it’s true though ; and the 
other day I saw your brother Oclirea 
laughing in his sleeve, in his case I 
mean, and he said as you do, that he was 
all safe till somebody had found him. 
Seren. Well, what then ? 
Illig. Why last week this Schmid 
sends over living larvae of Ochrea, with 
their cases all complete. 
Seren. Ah ! then I see we shan’t 
have as easy times in future as we used 
to have. But do they persecute the 
Tortrices and the Nocluce and Bombyces 
in the same way ? 
Illig. Not at present; but 1 hear 
the evil is a growing one, and I fear 
before long, we shall find that the 
English will look for the different species 
before they have been found, instead of 
only doing so after some accident has led 
to a discovery. 
Science at a Discount. 
On Tuesday evening Mr. Heywood 
brought forward his motion in the House 
of Commons “ for a select committee to 
inquire what further measures could be 
adopted to advance Science and to im- 
prove the position of its cultivators.” 
During the progress of the debate on so 
interesting a subject it was with the 
greatest difficulty “a House” could be 
