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ing any indication—this is probably due to their having been 
kept in a cool dry apartment, for it is surprising how soon warmth 
and humidity will start the grease—still, there are a large num¬ 
ber of species the males of which, particularly if bred, are pretty 
sure to go wrong at one time or other—among which may be 
mentioned the “Brimstone,” “Admirals,” “ Tortoise-shells,” and 
“ Fritillary,” butterflies, nearly all the “Hawk Moths,” all the 
“ Clegrwings,” most of the “ Bombyces,” several of the “ Promi- 
nents,” besides certain “ Geometers,” “ Noctuse,” “ Pyrales,” and 
Micros too numerous to mention. Such being the case, many 
collectors take steps to eradicate the enemy even before any 
external signs are visible, on the principle, I suppose, “ that a 
stitch in time saves nine.”— Folkestone , Jan., Jh, 1894. 
A BUTTERFLY’S WINGS. 
By the Rev. Hilderic Friend, f.l.s., Author of “Flowers and 
Flower Lore,” etc. 
CHAPTER III. 
our symposium, continued. 
There had been a brief digression in our conversation. The 
wind had risen, and brought on its wings hard crystalline pellets 
of glaciated rain-drops, which, beating fiercely against the win¬ 
dow panes, had quite startled my Grecian visitor. I explained 
that we were just then experiencing a real English hailstorm, 
whereupon Theophrastus exclaimed that he had much ado to 
understand how it was that the inhabitants of Great Britain could 
possibly survive the trying extremes of the weather to which we 
seemed to be ever liable. I endeavoured playfully to point out 
to him how the theory of evolution assisted us in grasping the 
problem. Mid assured him that it was a case of the survival of 
the fittest. Fie was sufficiently familiar with our modern re¬ 
searches to know that I was alluding to the theories recently put 
forth 1 y Darwin, and complimented his neighbour on his valu¬ 
able discoveries. It was now Paley’s turn to address us, seeing 
that in point of age he came next to the learned Swede who had 
previously entertained us. The venerable archdeacon assumed that 
his biography could have little interest for such eminent savants 
as he saw around him, and would gladly be excused. The Agape, 
however, as we assured him, would be totally incomplete without 
a recital of his personal narative, and he therefore consented to 
lay before us a brief sketch. It ran as follows—as I find from 
my notes taken on the occasion : 
