of you for to-day. The
ranks are thinning around me and the long hopes have fled. Shall I be
able to speak of you again? (This forms the closing paragraph of Volume
3 of the "Souvenirs entomologiques," of which the author lived to
publish seven more volumes, containing over 2,500 pages and nearly
850,000 words.--Translator's Note.)

CHAPTER 13. THE GLOW-WORM.

Few insects in our climes vie in popular fame with the Glow-worm, that
curious little animal which, to celebrate the little joys of life,
kindles a beacon at its tail-end. Who does not know it, at least by
name? Who has not seen it roam amid the grass, like a spark fallen from
the moon at its full? The Greeks of old called it lampouris, meaning,
the bright-tailed. Science employs the same term: it calls it the
lantern-bearer, Lampyris noctiluca, Lin. In this case the common name
is inferior to the scientific phrase, which, when translated, becomes
both expressive and accurate.

In fact, we might easily cavil at the word "worm." The Lampyris is not
a worm at all, not even in general appearance. He has six short legs,
which he well knows how to use; he is a gad-about, a trot-about. In the
adult state the male is correctly garbed in wing-cases, like the true
Beetle that he is. The female is an ill-favoured thing who knows naught
of the delights of flying: all her life long she retains the larval
shape, which, for the rest, is similar to that of the male, who himself
is imperfect so long as he has not achieved the maturity that comes
with pairing-time. Even in this initial stage the word "worm" is out of
place. We French have the expression "Naked as a worm" to point to the
lack of any defensive covering. Now the Lampyris is clothed, that is to
say, he wears an epidermis of some consistency; moreover, he is rather
richly coloured: his body is dark brown all over, set off with pale
pink on the thorax, especially on the lower surface. Finally, each
segment is decked at the hinder edge with two spots of a fairly bright
red. A costume like this was never worn by a worm.

Let us leave this ill-chosen denomination and ask ourselves what the
Lampyris feeds upon. That master of the art of gastronomy,
Brillat-Savarin, said: "Show me what you eat and I will tell you what
you are."

A similar question should be addressed, by way of a preliminary, to
every insect whose habits we propose to study, for, from the least to
the greatest in the zoological progression, the sto