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Exol. (in a fright). Oh ! don’t you think he’ll catch us? 
Leuc. ( scornfully ). He indeed ! 
Sit still, and he won’t see you ! 
Vet. I'm so frightened ! 
What shall we do ? 
Mund. Fly off, ma’am, with all speed. 
Here comes the lantern, — now we’re all enlightened! 
[Munda quits his position , and hovers above the bush,jxtst as the juvenile reaches it. 
The light thrown by the lantern soon discovers the moths to the Collector, who 
shouts to his companion, “My gracious, Sam, — here’s a Leuco!” Sam 
rushes forward, net in hand, and makes a tremendous stroke at Leucographa, 
which he succeeds in capturing, but at the same time his foot slips, and he falls 
headlong into the middle of the bush, sending the remaining moths flying to 
the ground .] 
Mund. (highly amused). Ha, ha, ha, ha! Well, that is good indeed ! 
Oh, I shall split ! 
[Sam, having with some difficulty extricated himself from the mud, pins his 
Leucographa, and, being exceedingly wet, thinks it best to go home, his com- 
panion returning with him. 
Exol. (floundering in a small muddy pool). My wings are glued together! 
Oh ! help me, Munda! — help me, sir, with speed ! 
Mund. I’m coming, ma’am ! [Flies towards her.'] 
Vet. (likeivise floundering). I haven’t one dry feather ! 
[Munda, hovering over Exoleta, stretches out to her his hindmost tarsi, which she 
seizes ivilh all the energy of a drowning moth ; he then, with great exertion, 
manages to reach the bank, where he deposits her, and then returns for 
Vetusta, whom he also places in safety by her companion.] 
Mund. (breathless). Well, — ladies, — here we are! — all safe and sound! 
Exol. (in an injured manner). “ All safe and sound !” — why, I’m all in a shiver 1 
Vet. And so am I ! Take us to drier ground, — 
You might as well have left us in the river! 
Mund. (justly indignant). I might indeed. “ Take” you, fair ladies, twain? — 
I’m very much obliged for the suggestion ! 
Farewell ! T’ll never trouble you again, — 
They say a cold baths ’s good for one’s digestion! 
[Waves his antenuce gracefully, bows low and flies off. — Exoleta and Vetusta 
faint from cold, mortification and exhaustion.] 
Scene closes. X2. 
HINTS FOR INCIPIENTS. 
EXTRACTED from papers read before 
THE JUNIOR ENTOMOLOGICAL ASSOCIA- 
TION OF LONDON. 
By H. F. Gibbs. 
There are different grades of inci- 
piency, through which most entomologists 
pass ere they arrive at a position. What 
would not these incipients give to have 
some one at their elbows to correct their 
errors and impart to them information, or 
if they could only get hold of a book that 
would help them a little? 
It is not absolutely necessary that one 
has a professional entomologist to assist 
