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THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
that whereas, in the good old times, no 
one ever looked after Hymenoptera, but 
every one was contented either with 
Lepidoptera or Coleoptera, now there 
was a great change taking place, and 
the Aculeate Hymenoptera were gra- 
dually becoming more and more the sub- 
ject of study. A friend of his, Ephialtes 
manif estutor , complained lately to him 
that the Icbneumonida* had been much 
more sharply looked after since the ap- 
pearance of Mr. Desvignes’ catalogue. 
(Loud cries of “ Hear, hear,” and three 
groans for Mr. Desvignes.) He did not 
wish to be misunderstood, but he cer- 
tainly was of opinion that those Museum 
Catalogues were the cause of an infinity 
of mischief. What family of insects 
could ever be considered safe, as long as 
they were exposed to the chance of a 
“blue book” coming out some fine 
morning, and telling everybody all about 
them ; for his part he looked upon 
Dr. Gray as the great author of all the 
mischief from which the Iclineumonidae 
and other tribes he could name were at 
this time suffering. (Hear, hear.) 
Hylotuma Rom then proceeded to ad- 
dress the assembled Tenthredinida:. He 
said the evil they were met to endeavour 
to counteract was a great and a growing 
evil. The more he thought upon the 
subject the more he felt that nothing 
they could say or do would prevent the 
movement they all so much dreaded; 
still he felt it his duty to do all in his 
power to check it, and he moved a reso- 
lution, “ That no saw-fly should let itself 
be caught.” 
Nematus Sulicis said he had much 
pleasure in seconding that resolution ; 
but that, however applicable it might be 
to them in the perfect state, he did not see 
how they were to help themselves in the 
larva state, for they could not fly away 
then ; and as for running, the thing was 
impossible. 
Trichioioma lucorum begged to set the 
last speaker right : “ there were more 
ways of killing a cat than hanging it," 
and it was possible to escape without 
either flying or running. (Loud cries of 
“ Explain ! explain !”) He could assure 
them all that he, in his own individual 
life, had had many narrow escapes ; for, 
when he was feeding on a hawthorn 
hedge as a larva one evening, though he 
was sprawling his legs as far apart as he 
could, and had his tail coiled under him, 
looking as little like a Lepidoplerous 
larva as he could, some young collector, 
an incipient or a juvenile he supposed, 
spied him, and, supposing him to be the 
larva of some moth, was just going to 
bag him, but he ( T . lucorum) was not to 
be so easily “cotched,” and he just let 
some of the watery liquid exude through 
his sides on to the fingers of his captor, 
and presto ! he found himself chucked on 
to the grouud in double-quick time, and 
quietly crawled back to his feeding- 
ground. Subsequently to that he had 
another singular adventure, for when he 
was ready to change to pupa, he had 
made his cocoon firm to a hawthorn 
twig, and was snugly out of sight while 
the hedges were green, but in November 
the hedge became bare, and he felt that 
he then ran no little risk ; however, he 
found no inconvenience till February, 
when he had heard a voice exclaim, 
“Why! here’s an Eggar cocoon!” and 
then he felt that his cocoon was tugged 
and tugged and taken away with a piece 
of the twig sticking to it He soon 
found that he was put in a dark chamber, 
where not a glimmer of light penetrated 
the walls of his cocoon, and he found 
that he was kept very comfortably warm. 
After being in the dark for a fearful long 
time the door of his room was thrown 
open just for a minute, and then slammed 
to again ; this led him to think that his 
captor had come to see “ if the Eggar 
was out yet.” Some time after that he 
had come out of his chrysalis state, and 
opened the hinge of his cocoon and 
walked out, and found that he was in a 
