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sweep with our net and entrap 
quantities, of which, however, we 
only keep three or four, viz., two 
or three of Tithonus, and a male 
of Janira with the under wings 
nearly white. Suddenly a yellow 
insect dashes rapidly past us, and 
as suddenly stopping a few yards 
off, settles on a bramble leaf. 
The stout, robust make, and 
large head, proclaim it to be a 
“ Skipper,” Painphila Lmea. Now 
two or three more of the same 
species, and also P. Sylvanus, flit 
by, and are aecordiugly caught 
and pinned. We walk on, and 
presently cut a beating-stick from 
the hedge, and commence beat- 
ing. Out flies a Geometra. We 
bag him, and he proves to be Yp- 
sipetes elularia, which we find 
after to be abundant in every 
hedge. While pinning the latter 
species a dark shadow passes over 
us rapidly. We turn quickly, and 
see Lasiocampa Quercus tearing 
off down the lane as if his life de- 
pended on his being at the end 
within a minute. VVe do not 
trouble ourselves to go after him, 
feeling sure that we shall see ano- 
ther shortly, but fix our ehitaria 
and proceed. Here comes some- 
thing! It can’t be L. Quercus, 
being much too small and too 
dark. We fear he’s too high for 
us to reach. Now he’s here! A 
jump and a twist of the net! 
We’ve got him! A Hairstreak. 
Can it be Theda Petulai P Ah ! 
now the wings open ! A purple 
flash ! Only Quercus (not Lasio- 
campa) after all. There must be 
a wood, however, at the top of the 
lane, which is certainly some con- 
solation. This makes us proceed 
rather faster, keeping a good look 
out on either side for anything 
that may turn up. Out flies a 
moth, who is soon caught. W’e 
pin him into our box and examine 
him. Zerene procellaria P What 
a pretty creature ! Now another! 
Jleinilhea Cythisaria this time. A 
few yards more and we reach the 
end of the lane, when, opening a 
gate, we find ourselves in a clover- 
field ; what a delicious scent is 
exhaled from the myriad flowers 
as the soft breeze sweeps over 
them. We cannot refrain from 
lying down in the clover and en- 
joying a good roll in it (albeit to 
the great detriment thereof), our 
excuse being that we have only 
escaped from London the previous 
day ; and the bare feeling of being 
free in the sunny fields puts us 
into ecstacies, and makes us per- 
form vagaries that would cause an 
habitual liver in the country to 
stave with wonder. — Roland Tnr- 
MEN, 71 , Guildford Street, Russell 
Square. 
[To be coutiuued.] 
The Song of Bugfliivatha. 
[As we know enough of the persons mentioned in the following jeu 
d'esprit to believe they will not feel hurt or offended by its publication, 
and as we wish to please everybody, we will gratify the anonymous 
author by printing his contribution of the “ wishiwashi.”] 
Should you ask me whence this story 
With its music, with its magic. 
With its wonderful perfection. 
With its beauty with its wisdom. 
