THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER 
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Sat. (rapturously). Ob, this is good ! 
Sugar like this, sir, is n’t made by many ! 
Enter Depressaria Applana. 
App. (entering briskly). Just so — it is n’t! But I do n’t see why 
You should devour it all. It does smell nice, 
And probably tastes better. [ Settles on the sugar.'] 
Sax. (after a pause). By-the-bye, 
How have you been during this time of ice? 
App. Oh! pretty well. You know I’m always thin, 
E’en at the best of times ; but, sir, of late 
I ’ve been a perfect shade ! — if not a pin. 
Starvation surely would have been my fate ! 
Enter Hibernia Rupicapraria, 9 , slowly crawling up the trunk. 
Rup. What, you here, Mrs. R. ! You did n’t say 
That you were coming. 
Mrs. R. Well, sir, what of that? 
I’m very glad that I’ve found out the way 
To your convivial meetings! 
Rup. ( aside to Satellitia). Tit for tat! 
I caught her t’ other evening in the chair 
At the “ Strong-minded Females’ Club!” — such fun — 
Mrs. R. No whispering, my dear, for that’s not fair! 
Speak out what you ’ve to say, and when you ’ve done — 
Enter Hibernia Progemmaria, 9 , by the same route as Rupicapraria, 9 • 
Pro. Good evening, my dear creature! Are you well? 
Mrs. R. Yes, dear. Pray how are you and Mr. P ? 
Pro. Oh, I ’m all right ! I ’m sure I cannot tell 
How P. is, for I scarcely ever see 
Him, but just now and then ! 
Mrs. R. ( contemptuously ). They re all the same, 
Those idle, gadding husbands ! They ’re not fit 
For anything ! 
Rup. My dearest, it’s a shame 
To speak of one like that ! 
Mrs. R. No, not a bit! 
It is n’t half what you deserve ! 
Sat. (deprecating ly). Dear, dear ! 
Enter Tasniocampa Stabilis. 
(To the new comer). Good evening, sir. I do not know your name, 
But every hungry moth is welcome here ! 
Sta. My name is Stabilis. If it’s the same 
To you, I ’ll join your party. 
Pray, sir, do ! 
Thanks, I am much obliged. But yesterday 
I quitted my puparium, — and, if you 
All. 
Sta. 
