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THE ENTOMOLOGIST'S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
sumption; but rambling over hill and 
dale, and the consequent excitement, 
seems lo have restored my lungs and 
given me back the feelings and energies 
of early youth. — A Florist. 
MISCELLANEA. 
Fragment of a Conversation be- 
tween two Larv.® of Hypercallia 
CURISTIERNANA. 
Scene : Castle Eden Dene. 
Feeding larva. What ! have you be- 
gun to spin already ? 
Spinning larva. Oh yes ! you know 
I’m three days older than you. 
Feed. I hope you’ve chosen a well- 
hidden leaf, for I hear there’s mischief 
abroad. 
Spin. So have I, and I’ll do my best 
to keep hid ; it all comes of that Frey: 
what a stew it did put me in. 
Feed. Yes ; but wasn’t it lucky that 
Scott was here last week; if he were to 
come here now he would’nt be going 
home so glum as he did then. 
Spin. Well, I was more frightened 
when Wailescame: I wish he would’nt 
bring his eara sposa with him. 
Feed. It is too bad : ladies have no 
business to look for caterpillars ; their 
eyes are too sharp. 
Spin. Well, I hope they won’t come 
back again. 
Feed. If they do, we’ll hope they will 
get such a soaking shower that they 
won’t stop. 
Spin. Oh! drat! 
Feed. Why, what’s the matter? 
Spin. Oh ! such a nuisance ! 
Feed. Well! what is it? 
Spin. Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! 
Peed. Do, for goodness’ sake, say 
what it is. You frighten me. 
Spin. And well I may. Listening 
to your chattering, jl did’nt mind suffi- 
ciently what I was doing ; and I’ve 
drawn a thread too tight, and its 
puckered the leaf. 
Feed. Well ; that is serious ! — but if 
you’re well out of sight it won’t signify. 
Spin. Oh ! I’m right under the cen- 
tre of the leaf. They can’t see me at all 
from above. But, still, if that tiresome 
Scott should see this little pucker I’ve 
inadvertently made in the leaf, good 
gracious ! I almost feel as if a pin were 
running through me. 
Feed. Well ! I’ll be more careful, 
and endeavour to profit by your misfor- 
tune. I wish I were better hid at pre- 
sent than where I am in the terminal 
shoot 
The President’s Collation. 
One of the most interesting entomolo- 
gical events of the season was the meet- 
ing at Reigate, last Saturday, to do 
justice to the “cold collation” to which 
the members of the Entomological So- 
ciety were invited by their hospitable 
President. 
The number who sat down was, we 
believe, at least thirty-six ; and, the ap- 
petites of most of the party being sharp- 
ened by several hours’ ramble in the 
neighbourhood, in pursuit of specimens, 
there was soon a sudden diminution in 
the weight of the various comestibles 
under which the table groaned. 
After the cloth had been removed 
sundry toasts were given ; and one of 
the most interesting was proposed by a 
gentleman who, it was stated, was about 
to become a member of the Entomologi- 
cal Society. Mr. Fenning complained 
that, whereas the company had already 
drunk success to Entomology and to the 
Entomological Society, with the healths 
of the President, Vice-President, &c., 
&c., no one had proposed the health of 
insects ; yet without them the science of 
Entomology could not exist. lie 
thought this was an unintentional slight 
