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THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
Enter Calocampa Exoleta and Calocampa Vetusta. 
Mund. What — Exoleta! Do my eyes behold 
Aright? or do they give false information? 
[Shakes tarsi with Exoleta.] 
I’m glad, ma’am, though the winter’s been so cold, 
To find that you’ve survived your hybernation ! 
Exol. Thank you, you’re very kind! and, as you say, 
I’ve just “survived” the winter, and that’s all, sir! 
The frost and snow are greatly in the way 
Of our enjoyment ; I — I feel quite small, sir! 
Leuc. No wonder you “ feel small,” ma’am, when we think 
How long you’ve fasted through the winter weather! 
I’ve been in pupa — yet I’m on the brink 
Of bare starvation! Let’s sit down together! 
Exol. With all my heart! Vetusta, come along! 
Vet. I’m coming, dear, immediately, — don’t bother! 
[Leucographa, Munda and Exoleta Jly towards a thick clump of sallows, luhile 
Vetusta arranges her somewhat tattered plumage.'] 
Leuc. ( much disgusted). That vulgar creature roaring out a song, 
Who is he? 
Mund. Stabilis; aud there’s his brother. 
Leuc. Well, we’ll avoid them ! [ They Jly to a bush at some distance.] 
Here’s a niceish spot, — 
I saw the bees this morning round it humming. 
[Vetusta joins them , and they all sit down on the catkins , and such the honey in 
silence for some time.] 
Mund. The flowers are large, Vetusta, are they not? 
Exol. {joyfully). Aud full of honey! 
Vet. (timidly). Hush! there’s some one coming ! 
[Enter tivo young Collectors, one carrying a lantern and a stick, the other a net. 
They advance to the nearest sallow bush, and, while one holds the net under it, 
the other taps the branches with a stick. Some moths Jly off, and some fall 
into the net.] 
Mund. (whispers). Poor Stabilis ! he’s caught! 
Leuc. (disdainfully). And serve him right! 
I can’t endure the ngly, noisy creature ! 
What did he mean by coming here to-night, 
Vulgarity impressed on every feature? 
Mund. Leucographa, keep still ! Why make a row ? 
I say, that younker’s heard you ! 
Leuc. (carelessly). What’s the matter? 
[ The juvenile bearing the lantern advances cautiously over the marshy ground 
towards the bush on which LkuCOGKapha and his friends arc seated.] 
Oh! that “ collector.” Yes, I sec him now. 
At any rate, sir, lie knows how to spatter! 
