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THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
Ago : it was on that disastrous night 
When I was at the ivy. Nearly all 
The rest were captured ; some escaped by flight, 
But they were few. I had a shocking fall, 
I well remember, but I got away 
And into winter quarters straight I went. 
Now, those that ’scaped are dead ! 
[•Sees the old gentleman approaching.] 
I mustn’t stay, 
Or else I shall be caught by that old gent ! 
[Glides round to the other side of the tree . ] 
[ The old gentleman, who has visited the greater part of his trees, is much astonished 
at his want of success. He has not seen a single moth, and begins to 
feel very cold, but perseveres, consoling himself by thinking that it's 
“ not late enough." On reaching the apple-tree, and finding no moths, 
he again retires. Satellitia, seeing the coast clear, returns to his former 
position.'] 
Sat. ( exultingly ). I ’ve done him nicely ! 
Rur. 
Sat. 
Rup. 
Sat. 
Rup. 
Sat. 
IIup. 
Sat. 
Rup. 
Enter Hibernia Rupicapraria $ . 
Well, sir, how are you ? 
Quite well, I thank you. Oh, how nice and cold 
The nights are now ! 
I think there ’s but a few 
Who ’d call it “ nice and cold,” or that are bold 
Enough to venture out. — 
Stuff! frost for me! 
A good sharp wind, and earth all white with suow ! 
Those are the things to fill a moth with glee ! 
Collectors then do not collecting go ! 
Pray stop a bit, and don’t go on so fast. 
Do you observe that distant shining light? 
There’s a collector, who, though summer’s past, 
In spite of frost and snow, is out to night. 
Is there indeed? Well, that is very queer ! 
I never heard of one so brave before. 
To sugar, too, at such a time of year, 
Is very rare! I hope there are no more 
Of his description. 
Well, 1 can ’t quite say : 
1 ’ve seen no more as yet. A truce to this, — 
You’ve eaten nothing, and have come some way. 
Thanks ! I do n’t care for it. 
I call it bliss, 
And nothing less ! 
And I do n’t care for food. 
Indeed, I don’t believe I ’ve taken any 
Since I have come of ago. 
