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beech leaf, on which were two upper-side 
Lithocolletis mines. Both were very 
small, and neither of the larvae was old 
enough to be reared. In spite of diligent 
search, not a single other leaf similarly 
attacked could be found. Perhaps some 
entomologist in Derbyshire or Stafford- 
shire may be more fortunate. — H. T. 
Stainton ; July 27. 
Aryynnis Lalhonia. — I have been for- 
tunate lately in capturing several Argyn- 
nis Lathonia, and have four pair of them 
to dispose of: one very line pair for a 
pair of Colias Hyale ; the others, in very 
fair preservation, for P.Machaon , A. Iris 
and C. Cardui. I have also duplicates 
of Limenitis Sibilla, Aryynnis Paphia 
and Adippe, which I should be glad to 
exchange for any of the following: — 
C. Davus, E. Blandina, A. Cratcegi, 
H. Semele , A. Aglaia. — E. Alston, 
Great Bromley Hall , near Manningtree, 
Essex ; July 27. 
COLEOPTEEA. 
In our last notice we directed the atten- 
tion of Coleopterists to the desirability, 
during this unusually hot and early sea- 
son, of devoting their energies, if possible, 
to the mountains, — seeing that the ordi- 
nary country has, on account of the late 
long- continued drought, become com- 
paratively barren. There are districts, 
however, between the lower and the higher 
regions (as commonly understood by those 
terms), known as the moorlands; and it 
is of these tracts that we would now 
speak. The moorlands are very distinct, 
in their Fauna, from the mountains, and 
they must not be confounded with them. 
The alpine species which characterize the 
latter will be looked for in vain upon the 
former; and yet the moors yield us a 
host of treasures, which we should never 
obtain in (what we may be permitted to 
call) the plains. 
Let us take the moors, for instance, of 
North Wales. There are none so acces- 
sible from London ; for in the morning 
we may breakfast comfortably in Oxford 
Street or Belgravia, and by dinner-time 
find ourselves amidst the scarlet cloaks 
and broad-brimmed hats of the old women 
of Llangollen. And what a treat is it to 
be thus launched, all at once, from the 
noise and stuffiness of Pandemonium into 
the freshness of the moorland air! We 
seem to smell the very mountains from 
afar (to which the moors are but a step- 
ping-stone) ; and, as we listen to the 
never-ceasing twang of “ Jenny Jones,” 
and the other “melodies” with which the 
Welsh harpers delight to deafen us, in 
the hotel, as though to facilitate the pro- 
cess of digestion, after our day’s shaking, 
the mind irresistibly wanders back to the 
great metropolis which we have just left 
behind us, muses on the power of steam, 
and moralizes on the various and opposite 
phases of external things. 
But, having acclimatized our mind to 
the sudden change, let us sally forth the 
next morning on to the heights: they 
surround Llangollen everywhere. On 
one side they are called the “ Barwyn 
Mountains,” and stretch, in a south- 
westerly direction, right away to Bala ; 
on the other they form the Elisegg Hills ; 
and, as a semi-detached off-shoot from 
the latter, a conical eminence, crowned 
with the picturesque ruins of the Castle 
Dinas-Bran, almost overhangs the town. 
These two ranges hedge in the famous 
“ vale of St. Taffy,” through which runs 
the immortal, sparkling Dee, dashing 
over its rocky bed. Throw an antique 
bridge across the stream, clothe it with 
ivy, add a fair per-centage of cottages, 
and place “Jenny Jones” in the fore- 
ground, and you have a tolerable picture 
of this western Tempe— “ the flower of 
North Wales.” 
But let us turn now to the moors. 
Having described the general position, 
we may add that the best localities are 
