THE WEEKLY ENTOMOLOGIST. 
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forth at the summons of the beating- 
stick ; and after leading us a chase 
among the heath which might sug- 
gest the fiounderings of a hippopo- 
tamus in deep water, is safely bagg-ed. 
Aciclalici Inornata, which is certainly 
twice as well worth a run, goes the 
same way, without much trouble. ; 
this, also, out of birch. Fidonia 
Atomaria comes temptingly near to 
the net ; but we do not take advan- 
tage of his generosity. If Glyphip- 
teryx Tlirasonella and Fischeriella 
however, expect to be met with a 
like courtesy, they ex-r somewhat; 
and a few of each, being captured^ 
serve as a fair warning to pre- 
suming Micros. 
Now, we dive into the little valley, 
and derive some amusement from 
watching- the mad gambols of Paphia 
and Selene. We cannot resist bagging 
a few Adippe, as they fan their lovely 
wings in the sun, poised on the sum- 
mit of the thistle flowers. Here, in 
the glades, Sericealis keeps darting- 
out, disturbed by our steps, as we 
push our way through the tangled 
ferns and bushes that abound on 
every side ; and the easily-startled 
Impluvi'ata we' find in some numbers 
on the banks of a little rivulet- 
Pausing- under the thick roof of 
O 
trees, the rippling water, as clear as 
water can be, reminds us that we are 
thirsty; and we satisfy our cravings 
by taking up a slightly uncomfor- 
table position, to remain in which a 
couple of minutes longer, would have 
broken our backs. 
By the wooden bridge, a little 
further on, we cross the railway line, 
disturbing countless Miarias, and 
other worthies of equal note, in our 
progress through the bushes. Then ; 
truly, we come upon a burst of open 
heath land that gladdens the eye, 
Studded with little clumps of birch, 
it stretches away — a wide extent of 
glorious purple. And here the«Pri- 
tillaries are in their glory — Paphia } 
Adippe, Selene — we can hardly count 
them. Buzzing over the heath comes 
Gamma, an old friend of yore, seen 
many a time on the flat moss at 
Carrington. 
And here is Fuscula, an old ac- 
quaintance, too ; but one that we are 
glad to see; and we tramp among 
them, our feet making an agreeable 
sound, that suggests wet stockings 
And here, as we expected, is Argy" 
rolepia Baumanniana — too good to 
be passed by. Then the ferns again 
and helter-skelter comes a wild 
Bomhyx, tearing along- as though he 
were were fresh from Bedlam. Bang 
goes the net among the ferns, and 
he is caught; but dashing up the 
sides, he finds a little hole, made by 
some brambles in the morning, and 
rushes off, leaving us to ruminate on 
a glance of what was most likely 
Euthemonia Russula. 
Here, too, is the little Tlirasonella 
again, flying over the damp grass; 
and here are the strong - winged 
