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the greenhouses. But the things are brought 

 together more for curiosity than to demon- 

 strate what can be done in the way of im- 

 proved "g:icr,lli:rC'. It stems to rbe they [ 

 ought to have employed Peter Henderson to 

 sliow them what couUl be done in tlie way 

 of market gardening in suph a climate and 

 such a soil. Although almost all kinds of 

 garden vegetabU s conld be raised outdoors 

 without any trouble, I did not see any. eith- 

 er on the "grounds or in the city, that I 

 thought were reallv extra. The productions 

 of improved agriculture from tlie different 

 parts of the Union, and from different 

 parts of the world, were collected in the 

 Government buildings, but I had some way ! 

 got it into my head that I sliould see things I 

 growing, and improved agricultural machin- | 

 ery there in actual use, but I did not find it. 

 Beautiful cultivators, seed-sowers, sulky ^ 

 plows, and tlie like, were on exhibition frorii 

 every part of the world, but none of them 

 were actually at work in that beautiful soil ; 

 but may be they will get to it after a while. 

 Some beautiful beds of tlowers were in 

 bloom on the grounds, and collections of 

 bidbs were especially attractive; but there, 

 was too much of an air about them as if they 

 were taking care of themselves. Dr. Besse's 

 apiary looked a little that way. There were 

 .'O or 100 hives of bees scattered over a nice 

 plat of ground ; but the biggest part of the 

 hives were unpainted, and those had evi- 

 dently been in use several years. Isuppose 

 the doctor was pretty busily occupied in the 

 buildings most of the time. 



Xotwitlistanding the lack of these few 

 things I have mentioned, the Exposition at 

 New Orleans is all that has ever been claim- 

 ed for it, and more too; and the complaints 

 that have lieen made in regard to some of 

 the minor features. I think are unjust and 

 imdeserved. We found nothing lacking in 

 the way of entertainment while in the city. 

 People were kind, courteous, and oblicing; 

 and if there was any drunkenness I did not 

 see it. In fact, T saw more of Satan's work 

 in walking the length of one street in Cin- 

 cinnati than I saw during my whole trip of | 

 over a week tlirough the Southern States. 



AV'hen we hrst went on tlie grounds we \a ere 

 greatly tempted to loiter about and see things, 

 but we knew our first dutv was to report at the 

 bee-keepers' congress. We entered the hall 

 while somebody was speaking; but as soon 

 as he linislu'd.our stalwart friend ^Nluth rose 

 u]) and made a motion that we have a recess 

 of fifteen minutes, so that everylxxly would 

 have a chance to shake haiuls "and "get ac- 

 (luaintcd with "Brother llor»t.'" Friend Muth 

 always gives my name the long sound— that 

 is, speaking the oo as it is in fioot. Didn't 

 tliey hurt my liand, thoughV I pretty soon 

 feltafraid to see some of tlios." good-natured, 

 big, t;dl. Southern friends making their way 

 toward me. Many and many times did I 

 hear about the Ibime Papers." after getting 

 a little acijuainted. One man said tlnit he 

 had a neighbor who had been led to the 

 Savior by those Home Papers, and this 

 neighbor commissioned him to take espe- 

 cial pains to see me and tell me the debt he 

 owed. Three or four days is altogether too 

 short a time to take any sort of a view of 



such an immense field for instruction as the 

 Exposition, to say nothing of having time 

 for friendly talks with such a multitude of 

 friends who knew me perfectly well through 

 my writings, but of whom I knew compara- 

 tively nothing. Since coming home, in get- 

 ting hold of these letters from the friends, 

 one after another, a feeling of sadness comes 

 over me that I did not have an opportunity 

 of having a longer talk, or of saying some- 

 thing, even if nothing more than ''"How do 

 you do?" or '• Good-by;" and the biggest 

 part of the time, the latter Avas not said 

 at all. 



Dear friends, I do not know how I can 

 well tell you much more of that great event 

 of my life, my visit to JS>w Orleans ; but in 

 our next number I want to take a little space 

 to tell the juveniles somethiug about the 

 Mammoth Cave, which I visited on my way 

 home. 



MR3. HARRISON" PAYS A WORD OF 

 TRIBUTE TO A GOOD MAN. 



OBITXAUV .NDTfCE 



IF THE DEATH 

 lAMSO.V. 



)F WM. WI1>I.- 



0NE of the pleasantest anticipations, relative to 

 the bee-keepers' congress, was that of meet- 

 ing- friends and acquaintances made at for- 

 mer gatherings of its kind. In correspond- 

 ing with Dr. Brown, he informed me that Mr. 

 and Mrs. Williamson would start for New Orleans 

 Feb. 13, and remain their until after the bee-keep- 

 ers' meeting. On arriving at the Windsor, my first 

 inquiry was whether Mr. and Mrs. Williamson were 

 stopping tliei'C, and I was informed that he had 

 been called to a higher tribunal. 



On arriving at Le.xington, Ky., in the fall of 1881, 

 to attend the National Convention, I was informed 

 that I was expected to be a guest of Mr. William- 

 son's, at which place he lived, and that a place had 

 been reserved for me. The Williamson brothers 

 resided in a double dwelling; and one of the fami- 

 lies being absent, both houses were appropriated 

 for the use of guests, and a large number gathei-ed 

 around their hospitable board, and met together in 

 their genial parlors. " It was good to be there;" 

 and when the 'bus was filling with departing guests, 

 and the driver called out "all aboard," some one 

 would jump from it, and go through with another 

 handshaking, as if reluctant to depart. 



When the National Convention had adjourned, 

 Mr. Williamson procui-ed a conveyance and took a 

 remaining party to visit Ashland, the home of 

 Henry Clay, Kentucky's great statesman; from 

 there to see the horse palace of General Withers, 

 and its celebrated trotters. In the gloaming we 

 gathered around tlie monument and grave of 

 Henry Clay, and also cast a sad look on the little 

 mound, erected over all that remains of the famous 

 rider, John Morgan. 



The pleasant hours spent with .Mr. Williamson's 

 family are emblazoned upon the tablet of memory 

 never to be effaced. Now the homo is in mourning, 

 the wife a widow, and the children fatherless. On 

 my own behalf, and of those who gathered there, I 

 extend to them my sympathy in their great be- 

 reavement. May the God of the fatherless and of 

 the widow sustain them in their affliction. 



Peoria, 111. Mrs. L. Haiirisox. 



