1895. 



THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



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tiae muscles aud cords of the limbs and 

 body, aud that by so doing they expose 

 to the mind's monitor indentations (rec- 

 ollections) which were long since folded 

 up and put away as material that could 

 not be of any particular use. Think of 

 these things. — St. Louis Republic. 



SO MANY THINGS I DO FORGET. 



Wood !Engraviug. 



No doubt there are few outside Ger- 

 many who can engrave a head as finely 

 as Klinkicht can in his own style, but 

 as a general rule German engraving is 

 far more precise, more mechanical, more 

 according to formula, than that of either 

 France or America. There is often great 

 skill and sometimes considerable artis- 

 tic feeling in German wood engraving, 

 but, as a rule, it does not compare with 

 the highest French work. Yet its con- 

 dition is not unsatisfactory. Thanks 

 chiefly to the great engraving "studios" 

 or factories, which flourish upon the 

 low prices at which copyright for wood 

 eugiaviug may be obtained from dealers 

 aud artists, the illustrated magazines 

 and newspapers, ujt only of Germany, 

 but of other countries, too, are kept sup- 

 plied with excellently cut blocks, "at 

 moderate prices, aud with regularity 

 aud dispatch. " 



But the cratfsman is rarely an artist, 

 and when he is he is rather an artist in 

 intelligence than an artist in feeling. 

 He reveals the scientific and philosophic 

 far more thau the artistic side of the 

 national temperament, aud for that very 

 reason no doubt his work is accepted 

 without much question, and his exist- 

 ence is assured. — National Review. 



A Diary. 



First Day — On the high seas; stormy 

 weatner; f^i^ag^eeable company. 



Second Duy — Captaiu very admirable; 

 made a declaration of love and offered 

 me his heart aud hand; rejected. 



Third Day — Captain returns to the 

 charge; threatens to kill me, commit 

 suicide and blow up the whole vessel 

 with i500 persons; rejected. 



Fourth Day — Saved the lives of 300 

 persons. — Loudou Globe 



Dr. Johnson had an exceedingly un- 

 attractive face. His complexion Vvas 

 red, his eyes, besides being bleared with 

 scrofula, were so nearsighted that his 

 expression was that of intense dullness. 



So many things I do forget, 



And fain Avould I rc^niember 

 Bright things, glad things, my footsteps met 



Before they touched Decemljer, 

 But the home where my childhood learned its 

 songs, 



And the trees where my father set them, 

 And the brook and the bank where the pine 

 belongs, 



I never can forget them. 



So many things I do forget, 



And fain would I remember. 

 Bright things, wise things, my footsteps met 



Before thej' touched December, 

 But the friends of childhood's long ago, 



By the mountain shadowed river — 

 With a fadeless light their names shall glow 



Forever and forever. 



So many things I do forget. 



And fain would I remember. 

 Bright *}hings, sv.'eet things, my footstepa met 



Before they crossed November, 

 But the blue of my angel mother's eyes 



And the tears of love that wet them. 

 And the kisses of one beyond the skies, 



1 never shall forget them. 



So many things I have forgot. 



Nor wish I to remember, 

 Sad things, hard things, I tell them not 



To April or December, 

 But the ivies of the mountain wood, 

 And the scarlet plums behind them. 

 Would Iforgct them if I could. 



Forgetting who could find them. 



So many things we do forget. 



And fain we would remember, 

 Ere feet that dr.nced the minuet 



Have walked to .slow December, 

 But the songs that silent lips have sung 



Our memories silhouette them. 

 We sing theni over. We are young 



And never can forget them. 



—Julia H. May in Boston Journal. 



MAN IN THE MOON. 



It was the last day of the late great 

 frost, and, unmindful of my 50 odd 

 years, I undertook to skate 20 miles or 

 so along the frozen Lea. When I re- 

 turued homo, I was tired — so tired that 

 scarcely was I seated in my armchair 

 when I found myself nodding, and un- 

 doubtedly I should have fallen asleep 

 had not an exceediugly strange circum- 

 stance happeuert. 



To be brief, then, I was lifted from 

 my chair in my homo in north London, 

 whirled through space for a couple of 

 hours and theu deposited goutly but 

 firmly on the moon. 



Scarcely had I recovered, my breath 



