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That's what I'm going to do to the blooming Englishmen if they don't like me." The S.S. Merian panted softly beside the landing-stage at Birkenhead, Liverpool's Jersey City, resting in the sunshine after her voyage, while the cattle were unloaded. They had encountered fog-banks at the mouth of the Mersey River. Mr.
And you'd get sick of the holes I'm likely to land in." There was a certain pride which seemed dreadfully to shut Mr. Wrenn out as Morton added: "Why, man, I'm going to do all of Europe. From the Turkish jails to oh, St. Petersburg.... You made good on the Merian, all right. But you do like things shipshape." "Oh, I'd " "We might stay friends if we busted up now and met in New York again.
Wrenn felt lonely at finding himself so completely outside Morton's own world that he was not thought of. He hastened to claim a part in that world: "Say, Mr. Morton, I wonder if you've ever heard of a cattle-boat called the Merian?" "I Say! Is this Bill Wrenn?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! Where areyou? When'd you get back?" "Oh, I been back quite a little while, Morty.
While in Guiana some natives brought her a box filled with "lantern flies," as they were then called. The noise they made at night was so disturbing that she liberated them, and the flies, regaining liberty, flashed out their most brilliant light, for which Madame Merian was unprepared, and in her surprise dropped the box.
Wrenn, standing sturdily beside his suit-case to guard it, fawned with romantic love upon the rusty iron sides of their pilgrims' caravel; and as the Merian left the wharf with no more handkerchief-waving or tears than attends a ferry's leaving he mumbled: "Free, free, out to sea. Free, free, that's me!" Then, "Gee!... Gee whittakers!"
The fact of species of Mygale sallying forth at night, mounting trees, and sucking the eggs and young of hummingbirds, has been recorded long ago by Madame Merian and Palisot de Beauvois; but, in the absence of any confirmation, it has come to be discredited.
Her chief work, however, was a "History of the Insects of Europe, Drawn from Nature, and Explained by Maria Sibylla Merian." The illustrations of this work were beautiful and of great interest, as the insects, from their first state to their last, were represented with the plants and flowers which they loved, each object being correctly and tastefully pictured.
So on go letters from Tilbrook, Merian, Marmaduke Lawson just as we throw our money away if the holding on to it involves even very moderate exertion. On the other hand, if this instinct towards prodigality were not so great, beauty and wit would be smothered under their own selves.
Her father was a learned geographer and engraver whose published works are voluminous. Her maternal grandfather was the eminent engraver, Theodore de Bry or Brie. From her childhood Anna Sibylla Merian displayed an aptitude for drawing and a special interest in insect life.
Sadly clinging to the plan of the walking-trip he was to have made with Morton, Mr. Wrenn crossed by ferry to Birkenhead, quite unhappily, for he wanted to be discussing with Morton the quaintness of the uniformed functionaries. He looked for the Merian half the way over.
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