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THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
Sat. Never, as far as I know ! Such a swell ! 
He quite looks down on us, nor will he ever 
Say “ How d’ ye do ? ” or even “ Very well ” 
When a poor moth accosts him. 
Pist. Oh ! I never ! 
Enter Dasycampa Rubiginea. He seats himself on a sprig of ivy just over 
the two moths, and silently commences his repast. 
Sat. ( after a pause). Well, Pistacina, it’s just as I said ; 
He will not speak a word ! 
Pist. I vote we flit, 
And leave him to his grandeur! 
Sat. Have you fed 
Sufficiently ? 
Pist. I’ve scarcely had a bit — 
I should have said a drop. We needn’t go 
Away, but only just shift our position : 
There’s plenty here for all of us. 
Sat. Just so. 
[Satellitia and Pistacina fly off to another clump of ivy-flowers, whereon are 
seated Cerastis Vaccinii and C. Spadicea, Xylina Semibrunnea, 
Agrotis Saucia, and several other moths, all feasting merrily.'] 
Vac. ( to the tivo approaching moths). Good evening, both ! You make a fine 
addition 
To our small party ! 
Sat. Thanks, you’re very kind ! 
Tt seems as if some overruling fate 
Has brought us here, for — 
Semi. ( interrupting him fiercely). Yes ! and so you ’ll find ! 
You ate my sister in the larva state! 
You know you did, you monster! 
[The whole company arc aghast with horror.] 
Sat. (politely). Really, sir, 
You make a great mistake! I ate your sister! 
Semi. Yes, for I saw you do it! I won’t stir 
Till this, sir, is explained ! 
Sat. (sarcastically). I’m glad I missed her! 
She must have been lough, if she was like you ! 
If I did eat her, — which I don’t believe, — 
And you were looking on, what did you do? 
Did you eat what I left? 
Semi, (passionately). You’ll not deceive 
A single moth by this, sir! You shall pay 
For her life with your own ! 
[Rushes at Satellitia, and a struggle ensues.] 
Sauc. (parting the combatants). Oh, stop, sirs! stop ! 
Don’t mar our cheerfulness in this sad way ! 
Come, drown your quarrel in a friendly drop! 
