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gleaning; s in bee culture. 



Mar. 



"We liave reports of oOU or more pounds of 

 lioney from a single colony of bees ; and our 

 friend B. F. Carroll, of Texas and horsemint 

 fame, is with ns to-day. AVhole apiaries of 

 a hundred colonies or more liave given an 

 average of as high as -UO lbs. per colony. 

 California has giVen us some of the finest 

 honey in the world, and she has also pro- 

 duced it in such quantities that it is largely 

 shipped clear across the ocean. 



Is it not a fact, dear friends, that the 

 achievements that have been made have been 

 the result of the work of a *' multitude of 

 counselors."' as in our text? and is it not 

 likely, that, in the future. God"s greatest 

 gifts" will be sent in reward for the com- 

 bined efforts of many busy minds and busy 

 hands? And in view of tliis, ought we not 

 to exercise a brotherly kindness and cliarity 

 to eacli other? Our thanks are due to the 

 great (iiver of all good, rather than to a sin- 

 gle individuals. 



In conclusion I want to say a word in re- 

 gard to charity and kindness to each other. 

 I want to encourage a little more that spirit 

 which Paul describes in the three little 

 words, '• Thinketh no evil."' I have recently 

 gone over hastily the old volumes of the ^1. 

 J>. J. I have re-read some of my writings 

 thereiu, and am very, very sorry, dear friends, 

 that in my criticisms and reviews I was not 

 more gentle. I am sorry I did not exhibit 

 more of the spirit of kinciness and charity. I 

 am son y, too, so many of us get a little spite- 

 fid and uncourteous because we have had 

 different opinions on many things. At the 

 present time I believe quite an unusual state 

 of harmony exists between all parties. It is 

 true, there has been some bitterness mani- 

 fested, and some flings have been thrown 

 out against supply-dealers — a class wliich I 

 represent. May I be excused for saying a 

 word just here, "even though I am the propri- 

 etor of a bee-journal, and a supply-dealer ? 

 Yery likely many of the friends prefer to 

 subscribe for a journal pid)lished by one not 

 in the supply business. If so, by all means 

 do so. But. should we not accord to others 

 the privilege of doing as they choose? It 

 has for many years been the ciistom of class 

 journals to deal in supplies for their special 

 industry. Many of you are ac(iuainted with 

 these class journals, and have taken them, so 

 you know how it is. Now, if there are those 

 here who prefer the A. li. J. to Gleanings, 

 I think I speak tiuly when I say I can shake 

 hands with tiiem just as freely, "and feel just 

 as kindly. Perlia))s niv yjeculiar way of con- 

 ducting a journal is not to your liking. This 

 would be nothing strange at all ; and yet. is 

 it not possil)lp that I have my field for work, 

 and in that ticld I fultill the end for which 

 (4od has inteiuled me ? Is it not providen- 

 tial that we are unlike in our tastes and dis- 

 ))ositions, and in our views ? And vet, dear 

 friends, even tliough we do think diltVrcntlv, 

 and see things diftVrentlv. and have different 

 tastes, can we not shake iiaiuls in si)ite of all 

 these differences ? And as we gather here 

 from the North, South, East, and West, 

 where the balmy air of the beautiful South 

 blows over us, can we not lav aside these dif- 

 ferences, and unite in one common feeling of 

 thanksgiving to the great Father above, who 



looks down with kindness and love upon us 

 all ? 



POVERTY. 



taiEND HEDDON I'KEACHES A SEUMOS. 



Y dear little boys and girls, do you think you 

 are poor? Very likely manj' of you do, and 

 have been g-uiltj" of sorrow and complaint 

 because you were not as rich, and could 

 not have many of the luxuries that you 

 saw g-iven to other little boys and g-irls. Did you 

 ever notice that these luxuries do not g-ive children 

 any lastina happiness? Did you never notice that 

 the children of those who have the necessities of 

 life are rather happier than those who are present- 

 ed with luxuries? I am now going- to tell you a true 

 story of my own experience that will show you 

 what I mean by " poverty," and that auch poverty 

 renders happiness impossible. 



I live in a small "city" of about 2500 people. 

 About seven or eig-ht years ago, just at the outer 

 edge of town, about three-fourths of a mile from 

 here, lived a poor family, of which there were three 

 children — little Willie, about nine years old; little 

 Mary, about seven years old, and a weak, tender 

 little girl; then little Harry, about five years old. 



One afternoon, when the snow was very deep and 

 the cold intense, I asked a number of men in a store 

 if they had heard of any of our town poor who were 

 suffering during this severe winter. They all said 

 no; but, one man added he thought that J. P., down 

 by the river, must be pretty needy for the necessi- 

 ties of life. T went home. After supper, my old 

 habit prompted me to take my usual walk; and, 

 not having foi-gotten the poor family, I resolved to 

 walk this mile and a half, through snow above my 

 knees, and a temperature about zero. I reached 

 the place just about dusk. The father was out by 

 the door chopping some wood from a poor green 

 log. I went on by, and waited till he got through 

 and went in. I wanted to knock at the door and go 

 in. I wanted to sec the condition of the whole fami- 

 ly. 1 then returned, and did so. The little house 

 was old, poor, and cold. It consisted of one room of 

 fair size, and a small bedroom and pantry off from 

 it. These were the only rooms in the house. They 

 had just one stove, an old cook-stove— no carpet on 

 the floor; only three chairs in the house. The table 

 was set for suppei-. Now, girls, you know just about 

 how your supper-table looks, just as you are ready 

 to sit down. Well, this one did not look that way. 

 There were, upon the naked boards, just four old 

 plates, and an old case-knife to each plate— just the 

 eight, and nothing more. Both boys were "bare- 

 foot." The little girl, Mary, had on some old shoes 

 and stockings that no doubt had been cast aside by 

 some one, as worn out. When I was otfered a chair 

 Mary bad to get up, as there were but three chairs 

 in the house. The little boy, Harry, climbed on to 

 his mamma's lap to keep his feet warm. All hover- 

 ed over the stove. All their clothes were scanty 

 and poor. I could hear Mai-y and Harry, and once 

 in a while Willie, keep up a continual teasing, but I 

 could not hear what for. I thought they had put off 

 supper because I was there. I saw no signs of any 

 thing cooking or to cook. 



I looked into a bedroom at my right, and saw one 

 bed, poorly clothed, and that was where they all 

 slept together. The teasing of the little children 

 kept up, and pretty soon the mother said, " Pa, don't 



