114 
• THE SUBSTITUTE. 
An EntonMtogical Ramble in the 
Isle of Wight. 
[ContiuueJ from pi 81 .] 
Again are we fate<l to be roused 
from our repose ; but this time the 
cause is neither bees nor other in- 
sects, for behold ! the wrathful 
visage of an elderly rustic (appro- 
priately armed with a scythe of 
huge dimensions) appears above 
the neighbouring hedge, and a 
voice demands of ns, in no gentle 
tones, “ What wehe a-doin’ of in 
that clover?” We pretend not to 
hear him, and whistle “ Pop goes 
the Weazel but on the question 
being repeated in a voice of thun- 
der, and the voice being followed 
up by the gaunt person of the 
querist, we feel that it’s time to 
acknowledge his presence, so we 
accost him with “Good morning 
to you!” in a most bland and 
cheerful voice. This evidently 
somewhat surprises him ; but he 
soon returns to the one great 
thought occupying his mind, viz., 
that we are in his clover ; so. with- 
out returning our salutation, he 
informs us, in a somewhat milder 
tone, that “ There’s a path in this 
here field, and that that ’ere path 
is fur folks to walk on, and — ” 
“ What an extremely fine crop of 
clover?” we exclaim, turning 
round rather slowly to admire the 
field, “ Is this all your property?” 
“ ’Eas, sir, it be all mine : and 
when folks comes a-walking 
through my fields, why they’d 
better be keeping to the path, or 
maybe — ” “ I suppose you don’t 
do much in this way,” return we. 
showing him our day’s collecting 
(for we perceive he’s returning to 
the old idea), “You don’t collect 
British Lepidoptera, do you ? Per- 
haps only the Rhopalocera ?” 
“Why, they’re only flies!” says 
the rustic in a contemptuous tone, 
“What’s the use o’ they, I should 
like to know?” “Perhaps,” we 
reply with dignity, “you are not 
aware that these flies are worth a 
good deal of money : these few I 
have taken to-day I would not 
part with under five shillings?” 
“ Lor, sir ! you don’t mean that, 
do you? Five shillin’! Why, I 
can get bushels on ’em!” “Of 
cotirse it depends entirely on the 
rarity of the respective species as 
to what price they will fetch,” we 
observe “and if you can bring 
any good ones to Pomona Cottage, 
I shall be happy to give you some- 
thing for your trouble.” “ I’ll 
soon get ye some fine ’tins, I lay ! ” 
exclaims the pacified husband»nan. 
“ Very well! dont forget! Pomona 
Cottage.. Good day to you!” 
“Good marnin’, sir! I’ll bring 
ye up some flies to-morrow, for I 
knows a capital place fur ’em, that 
I does!” We walk slowly towards 
the copse, inwardly rejoicing at 
having gained a friend instead of 
a foe, and wondering what sort of 
insects our new acquaintance will 
bring us, when onr meditations 
are interrupted by the sudden ap- 
pearance of Arge Galathea (a wel- 
come vision, for we have not be- 
held it alive for two years), and we 
rush after it (to the astoHishment 
of our country friend, who has 
been gazing at us ever since we 
last spoke to him). It is soon 
captured and pinned, and we are 
pleased to see that it is a fine dark 
male specimen. 'A large clump of 
Ragwort next presents to our 
view a host of Anthrocera Fxlipcn. 
(lulce, amongst which we find a 
single specimen of A.Lmicera; 
