THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCEB. 103 
I have to express my doubts whether 
“ leisurely and thoroughly investigating 
the collection,” or all the specimens con- 
tained in it, would do much towards the 
establishment of an uniform noraenela- 
ture, and I regret to learn, through Mr. 
Janson (who it seems knows all about it) 
that all attempts at attaining such a 
nomenclature “ must prove utterly abor- 
tive ” until such an analysis is laid before 
the entomological public. 
I am, Sir, 
Yours obediently, 
G. R. Waterhouse. 
THE YEAK OF WONDERS, 1858. 
Farewell, dear Fifty-eight ! if Fifty-nine 
Can show a list of captures long as 
thine, 
Gladly we’ll cancel what we now pro- 
claim, — 
“ Annus Mirabilis” shall be thy name. 
Thanks to the Comet, — most convenient 
cause 
Of all phenomena that own no laws : 
That wondrous tail a gauzy net un- 
furled 
To sweep the insects from each passing 
world. 
And empty them upon these northern 
isles, 
Where man is bravest, woman sweetest 
smiles ! 
What smaller rarities, all pinned and 
spread. 
Are still unnamed among the honoured 
dead. 
In cabinets provincial doomed to lie, 
A loss to Fame, till Science chance 
come by,* 
* See letter of “ Eutomophilus,” Intel, 
iv. 30. 
We know not; but among the larger 
things 
The eye is dazzled by the gleam of wings ; 
Waters the mouth to read the bill of fare 
Traced in our penny paper of this year ; 
But, ah ! the feast is o’er, and Barnes in 
vain 
Writes for the scraps, for no one writes 
again. 
Thrice happy, who, at Fortune’s partial 
call. 
Were favoured guests at that distin- 
guished Ball ! 
Lo ! where yon heated youth with stream- 
ing hair 
Leads the long-chased Edusa to a chair ; 
Or, with her paler sister Hyale, 
In lele d tele, feasts his enamoured eye. 
Or see, in orange skirt, yon haughty maid, 
“ With patines of bright” silver rich in- 
laid. 
Playing her fan with that provoking air, — 
Hispania’s Queen, Lathonia the fair! 
But what was that ? Good heavens ! 
what “ grand surprise ” 
Comes now, the conscious target of all 
eyes ? 
Not Cleopatra in her fairy boat 
More fair to meet her Antony did float 
On Cydnus’ wave, than thou, with grace 
divine, 
Com’st sailing in thine ample crinoline. 
But see, while all are hushed in pleasing 
trance. 
That horrid Dealer’s asking her to dance! 
Flushed is her ebon cheek, as with a 
bounce 
The insulted beauty whisks her muslin 
flounee. 
And leaves the gaping savage looking 
after. 
While all the room resounds with scorn- 
ful laughter. 
Farewell, Antiopa ! may’st thou appear 
To grace our gatherings another year, 
Kind as thou’st been in this; and bring 
with thee 
Dispar long lost, and chaste Daplidice ; 
