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GLEiSJNINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Oct. 



etc., but I thought 1 knew a trick worth two of that. 

 I carae hoiue, took the horses anrl bugg-y, and Mol- 

 lyony, and I drove ai-ound on the prairie and en- 

 yag-ed all the molasses we had to spare. We left 

 home at one o'clock, and came back at lour. The 

 folks will bring- their jars and keg:s here, and we 

 will take them to .Vunt Jane's on a load of cane, on 

 Monday. Aunt Jane will measure the molasses 

 into their vessels, they will come and g-et their 

 molasses, without my touching- it at all; they will 

 pay me, and I will pay Aunt Jane for making- it. 

 No worry at all, no bother, every thing fair and 

 square, and everybody in a good humor. Here 

 was a flrst-class chance to worry, but I lost not a 

 wink of sleep, the matter being- all straightened out 

 before sleeping--time came. 



Vermont, 111. Mahai.a H. Chaddock. 



Mrs. C. that is the idea exactly, and I am 

 with you at every step of it ; but the thing 

 that would worry" me or make me feel a lit- j 

 tie anxious would be in regard to the quali- 

 ty of the syrup. If it were only equal to the 

 samples of some I have seen, everybody 

 would be pleased and happy, even if they 

 had to pay more for it than store syrup 

 costs ; but "if it didn't happen to be real nice, 

 what then V May be Aunt .lane has the 

 knack of making "good syru]i every time, no I 

 matter whether the cane "is just so or not. If ' 

 she has, that is the place to trade. I like to 

 sell things as well as you do, provided they 

 are real nice : but if they are uni rcid nice, I 

 always wish I were in some otlier business ; 

 and ff you once get the reputation of dealing 

 in nice honest goods only, then you can al- 

 ways sell readily. 



THE SUNDAY QUESTION, AGAIN. 



MRS. .IKNNIE CL'LP GIVES fS Al.l, A CODI) I.ESSdN 

 IN TlfUST. 



fRlEND ROOT:— In a foot-note to sister (.'had- 

 dock's I'eply to Nellie, on the Sunday ques- 

 tion, you not only appi'opriated my text, but 

 answered the question to mxj satisfaction; 

 but as you are not a sister, and it was " the 

 sisters " she wanted to hear from, I feel impelled to 

 be as good as my word. 



I am sorry to disappoint the little folks with the 

 rooster story, for it is a big folks' story; yet it will 

 benefit them to read it, especially if it should lead 

 them to ask and trust the dear Father for temporal 

 as well as spiritual blessings as it did me. 



Sister Nellie, in my estimation your friend gave 

 you the right kind of advice— "Trust they will do as 

 well without you." Only carry it a little further; 

 talk to the Lord about it; tell him you want to be 

 diligent in business, and succeed, and you also 

 want to be his faithful, willing child; and if in 

 earnest, I feel satisHcd he will make your pathway 

 clear. " Uemerabor the Sabbath day to keci> it 

 holy." 



Saturday evening 1 dismiss my bees from my 

 mind, as I do the rest of my week's work; on the 

 morrow I give them no anxious thought; if they 

 swarm I hive them as I would take the "ox out of 

 the ditch." We do not stay at home to see it fall in, 

 neither should we stay home to see if the bees are 

 going to swarm. If we are willing to sulfer loss for 

 Christ's sake, and his cause, I feel confident he is able 

 and willing- to hold our bees in check, if it is best, if 



we ask and trust him. "."Not a sparrow falls to the 

 ground without /lis notice." "Even the hairs of 

 your head are numbered." Our petitions are all 

 heard if we come to the dear Father with childlike 

 simplicity, in faith believing. 



While husband was living I could not get the con- 

 sent of my mind to like the bee business, on ac- 

 count of the anxious cai-o he manifested, especially 

 on Sundaj-. Hiring some one to sta3- at home on 

 Sunday to watch the bees was as wrong to me as to 

 stay at home ourselves, even if they were not in the 

 habit of going to church. This was before queen- 

 clipping came in fashion. Alter his death I could 

 not get the consent of my mind to part with one of 

 his bees, for, next to his wife and children, he loved 

 them above every thing else. Before the swarming 

 season commenced I was in company with some 

 friends visiting, when one of the company laugh- 

 ingly threatened to tell a " rooster story " on sister 

 H., a widow lady present, who was a dear friend of 

 mine. When alone I asked her to tell me the joke 

 they had on her about the rooster. 



"Sister Culp, they may laugh all they please at 

 me; it is no joke, but a grand reality. I go to my 

 heavenly Father for temporal aid as well as spirit- 

 ual blessings, and he gives it to me, for he knows I 

 desire above all things to do his holy will, and many 

 a time he has sent you over here in answer to pray- 

 er." And I could then recall to mind quite a num- 

 ber of times I had suudenly been impressed with 

 the thought I ought to go and see Maggie. I would 

 arrange and go, and she would invariably meet me 

 at the door with a smile, and " I knew you would 

 come." Now, her story is this: 



" I had my little garden nicely made, and there 

 was an old rooster that annoyed me very much. 

 During the week I could watch him myself and 

 keep him out. On Sundaj', when time came to go 

 to Sundaj-school and church, I asked the Lord to 

 keep him out while 1 attended. I then dismissed it 

 from my mind, and went. After services, a friend 

 invited me home to dinner with her. I studied 

 a while to see if there was any thing in the waj'. 

 Finding nothing, 1 said, ' Yes, I can go just as well as 

 not.' We started and got part of the way there, 

 when all at once my garden came in my mind. I 

 stopped suddenly. 'No, I can't go.' ' Why'r' ' I asked 

 the Lord to keep the rooster out of the garden while 

 I was at church, and the time is past up. 1 must go 

 right home.' " 



She arrived just in time; for while she had been 

 losing, as she thought, unnecessary time in getting 

 home, he had succeeded in getting in, but had done 

 no dainage. This little story, as related by the dear 

 sister, set me to thinking as 1 had never thought be- 

 fore, and I concluded to go to the Lord for aid in 

 temporal things, and not go, either, in an off-handed 

 manner, as I felt I had been in the habit of doing. 

 My bees give me no more anxious care on Sunday 

 than do my cow and chickens; and if I have ever 

 lost any thing by attending Sunday - school or 

 church, I am not aware of it. I never allow them 

 to keep me at home on Sunday. 



Sister Chaddock says religion is a sentiment. 

 With me it is a faith, a trust, a confidence, a yrand 

 reality— more to me than father and mother, hus- 

 band and children, houses, land, bees, or any thing- 

 else you could enumerate. Shorn of it I should be 

 of all persons most miserable. But with the con- 

 scious indwelling of the Holy Spirit in my heart I 



