THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
77 
Pron. Catch us! Why should he catch us? Does he live 
On moths ? 
Fimb. Why no; but I have heard it said — 
In fact, Orion told me — that he’ll give 
Anything for a moth. ’Twas but half dead 
i Orion got away the other night. 
It seems, ’mongst other ways of trapping us, 
He places in his window a great light 
(Which always puts us moths into a fuss) ; 
Orion going by, flew to this light, 
And straightway found himself within the den 
Of that great monster! Such a dreadful sight, 
He says, there met his eyes! Insects from fen, 
Garden, field, wood, and even mountain-top, 
There shocked his view, — all in a glassy grave, 
And all transfixed with spears! 
Pron. ( horrified ). Oh, Fimby, stop! 
You’ll make me ill ! 
Fimb. ( continues ). You know Orion’s brave, 
But even he turned pale, — as well he might! — 
When the great creature, with a horrid net, 
Tried hard to catch him, but knocked down his light ! 
Leaving Orion free away to get, 
Though not without his being sadly torn ! 
Half a wing gone, — his collar wrenched away, — 
Minus a leg or two, — he looks quite worn 
And old, — indeed, lie’s dying fast, they say ! 
Pron. Dear! what a shocking story ! Is it true? 
What do you think ? 
Fimb. Oh, yes! I have no doubt. 
Orion told it me as I tell you, 
So that we all should keep a sharp look out ! 
Enter Aplecta Hjerbida. 
Well, Herbida, have you come here to sup! 
I’m glad to see you ! [ Shakes tarsi.'] 
Herb. Thank you, sir ! You’ve hit 
The right nail on the head ! [ Tries to settle on the sugar, but slips.] 
Just hold us up 
For half a second ! [Fimbria reaches him his tarsus.] 
Thank you ! [Seals himself.] 
Eimb. You’d best sit 
As close as possible : we all must drop 
If the great monster comes. 
Herb. Oh, yes, I know ! 
You surely didn't think that I should stop 
In order to be caught, — did you ? 
Fimb. Oh, no! 
