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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



July 15. 



said I would give tiiem two or three verses that 

 I verily believe had lodged in my memory away 

 back in earlier years, and have held their place 

 there ever since. In fact, I do not know but 

 they are framed and hung in that little picture- 

 gallery I told you about in our last issue; and, 

 oh what nice little verses they are to be en- 

 graven on the tablet of the heart — especially 

 little hearts! 



"But i say unto you wlilcb liear. Love your ene- 

 mies; do good to them that hate you; bless them 

 that curse you, and pray for them which despiteful- 

 ly use you. 



After Sunday-school was out we drove around 

 past that spring that had been the cause of so 

 many cases of typhoid fever. It was walled 

 up, and there did not seem to be any outlet to 

 it — at least, not a very complete one. And this 

 suggests an important matter. A spring or 

 well, to be wholesome, should have some meth- 

 od of letting the water run away in a continu- 

 ous stream, or of removing the water daily. 

 The stream down by Champion Brook runs a 

 steady stream except during a very severe 

 drouth. Just as soon as it stops flowing over 

 the top of the iron pipe which surrounds it. the 

 water becomes stagnant, and unfit for drink- 

 ing. Last season, when the boys told me they 

 could not drink the water, I made an opening 

 in the iron pipe, a foot lower down. Then it 

 began to flow as before, and the water was cool 

 and nice. Of course, we can not have a run- 

 ning stream from a well; but most wells fur- 

 nish very much better water if there is a con- 

 stant removal of the water. Sometimes water- 

 ing the horses or other farm stock will very 

 much improve the drinking-water of a well, 

 especially where the water comes out of a rock. 

 But the greatest care should be taken to pre- 

 vent surface-water from seeping in during a dry 

 time. Large-sized sewer-pipe set down into 

 the rock, the joints made water-tight by ce- 

 ment, is perhaps the nicest arrangement that 

 can be made; but I believe that, taking the 

 wells as we find them, water from a good cis- 

 tern, with slate roof on the buildings, is very 

 much safer as a preventive of fevers. 



In the afternoon I attended a funeral. The 

 deceased was a prominent man in the vicinity, 

 and I met great numbers of my old friends — 

 many of them whom I had not seen for between 

 forty and fifty years. Now. I do not know that 

 I ever enjoy attending a funeral; but I did feel 

 very happy at that funeral that Sunday after- 

 noon. Although the house was crowded, I 

 found a place near an open window where I 

 could hear distinctly every word uttered by the 

 gray-headed clergyman. Most of the friends 

 of my boyhood had grown gray-headed during 

 the lapse of time, and many wrinkles furrrow- 

 ed the faces of those who were boys and girls 

 in my schooldays; but. notwithstanding, they 

 were good-looking still, for they were for the 

 most part progressive, intelligent people. Now, 

 friends, if we live right, if we take care of these 

 bodies right, we may be happy on Sunday, and 

 we may be happy week days. We may be 

 happy when we arp old and gray and wrinkled; 

 yes, we may be happy and joyous, even when 

 we attend a funeral. By the way. I want 

 to speak of the hymns that were sung. It 

 seems to me I never heard any grander sacred 

 music than we had there. There was one deep 

 bass voice that had a depth of volume, and 

 softness and flexibility (if our musical friends 

 will not criticise my expressions), that stirred 

 wonderfully the emotional part of my nature. 

 I asked somebody, after the service was over, 

 who it was. 



" Why, that was Captain Clemmer." 



" John Clemmer? " 



"Yes," was the reply, "John Clemmer." 



"Why," said I, " he was a celebrated singer 

 fifty years ago.''' 



And it is true. When he was twenty he could 

 sing so as to move the hearts of men; and now 

 at seventy he had this wonderful gift still; and 

 may God grant that he is still using this gift 

 as a power to bring men out of despondency 

 and darkness into the bright light of faith and 

 hope in Christ Jesus. 



IRRIGATING FORTY ACRES OF CELERY. 



Next morning, after the events narrated 

 above, I was up and dressed and on my wheel 

 at 1.5 minutes past 3. May be some of you do 

 not know that it is light enough to see, the first 

 day of July, at such an early hour; but so I 

 found it. I begged permission of my relatives 

 to get up in this way without disturbing any of 

 them. My ride was along near Springfield 

 Lake, in Summit Co. The valleys between 

 those great gravelly hills were so full of fog 

 that they also looked like lakes. At just 5 

 o'clock I rode into the beautiful city of Akron. 

 It was not quite breakfast time, to be sure; 

 but I was quite ready for breakfast. I asked 

 the night policeman if he could tell me where 

 to find a lunch at that early hour. He said at 

 first it was somewhat of a question; then he 

 suddenly remarked: "Oh, yes' there is a man 

 and his wife over there who are always up 

 and ready for business. I feel pretty sure they 

 will fix you out nicely." In a minute more, 

 with the" aid of my wheel over the vitrified- 

 brick pavement, I stood before a little building 

 called a temperance restaurant. The man was 

 up, and said I could have some breakfast in 

 five or ten minutes. His face looked familiar 

 to me; and when I told him who I was, it turn- 

 ed out to be one whom I met years ago in our 

 county jail. He was in trouble; and, together 

 with the other spiritual advice I gave him. was 

 — what do you think, dear reader? Why, I 

 told him the shortest way out of his troubles — 

 in short, the "straight and narrow path" to 

 get out and keep out,— was to get married. He 

 knelt with me on the cold stone floor of the jail, 

 and promised to lead a better life; and he 

 finally, it seems, took my advice and got mar- 

 ried; and he and his wife had been for years 

 doing a good business right on that crossing 

 close by the electric cars and steam-cars. They 

 gave me a breakfast in short meter, that was 

 fit for a king— or, rather, I thought, it was, and 

 that, you know, amounts to the same thing. 



It is a little funny that, when I got on my 

 wheel. I was happy again; yes. a new streak 

 of happiness seemed to have got into my wheel; 

 and there is not any nicer road for wheeling, 

 that I know of in the world, than that from 

 South Akron to Copley. 



I reached friend Atwood's celery-farm before 

 he was up — or, at least, he was not out to his 

 place of business. I found a boy firing up a 

 traction engine. This engine was belted to a 

 rotary steam-pump. The pump was large 

 enough to throw a stream of water four inches 

 in diameter. The inlet-pipe is five inches, and 

 the outlet four. This rotary pump lifts the 

 water perhaps five feet. He has utilized a 

 creek that runs perhaps a quarter of a mile 

 north of his forty acres of celery. The water 

 comes to the pump through a twelve-inch 

 sewer-pipe. Then by cementing the joints very 

 securely he sends the water through five-inch 



