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duce and care for honey — maintaining its 

 quality intact after it has left the hive, and 

 how to exhibit it. 



The prime need of this country is not bet- 

 ter honey-resources, nor a better quality 

 furnished by the Almighty, but bee-keepers 

 who know how to garner, care for and pre- 

 pare for market that which the Creator has 

 already given us. 



I could have shown you samples ot ex- 

 tracted honey from Ontario, from New 

 York, Ohio, Michigan, Iowa, Colorado, Cal- 

 ifornia and Nevada, that were worthy of 

 especial honor, and it would be hard to say 

 which was best of all— but I am sorry to 

 say these were exceptions. 



We have plenty of bee-keepers, but how 

 few Bee-2f astern. Quality is the great desid- 

 eratum. Honey-producers are slow to recog- 

 nize its importance. Canada bee-keepers 

 are worthy of all praise for the interest 

 they manifest in maintaining the quality 

 of their product. Eugene Secor. 



We felt certain Bro. Secor could give us 

 something on the subject that would help 

 all around, and we are glad he has done it 

 so satisfactorily — at least to us. 



Seeing there is no "real difference," as 

 Bro. Secor puts it, between Bro. McKnight 

 and ourselves, we can say that vie are ready 

 to " bury the tomahawk " and help "culti- 

 vate the arts of peace" till "the next 

 Columbian Exhibition" arrives. As Bro. 

 McKnight will likely also agree with the 

 Apiarian Judge, we are glad to be able to 

 announce that, so far as this writer is con- 

 cerned, the "war is over," and no one so 

 seriously injured, so far as we know, as to 

 be compelled to remain even in the hospital. 



I^p^ One way to get along with some 

 folks in this world is not to know they are 

 in it. — Review. 



Bro. -Root (A. I.) ought to have been 

 a Methodist instead of a Congregationalist, 

 because the former church has been noted 

 for its "love feasts" and "experience 

 meetings," and we think Bro. Root would 

 feel so perfectly at home there. We are 

 led to the remark, from reading this in his 

 " sermonette " in Gleanings for March 15th: 



Sometimes I have thought I would stop 

 telling my experience; but when I stop tell- 

 ing my trials that have brought me to 

 study my Bible more, and to know my 

 Savior more, then I stop getting letters of 

 encouragement. By the way, these letters 

 and words of encouragement are more help- 

 ful to me than you may imagine. 



It may seem somewhat egotistical to keep 



on telling one's own experience, but what 

 usually is more interesting or helpful ? We 

 think that many of the sermons preached 

 to-day would be a great deal more produc- 

 tive of good if they contained more of per- 

 sonsal experience, and less of the " highfa- 

 lutin," unfeeling, cut-and-dried (very dry) 

 spiritual fodder. What we need more of, 

 is actual personal experience, whether in pulpit, 

 prayer-meeting, or even in bee-literature. 

 What is life, anyway, but one big " experi- 

 ence meeting?" And each of us con- 

 tributes to the interest of the "meeting" 

 our daily "experience." Don't "let up" 

 on telling your own experience, Bro. Root. 



Xlte 4]loo(l Xime Coniins'* — The 



poem below was sent to us by Mr. J. R. 

 Bellamy, of Black Bank, Ont. It was origi- 

 nally written for the Atlanta (JonMitutiov., 

 by Mr. Frank L. Stanton. As we believe 

 in occasional variety, we here present the 

 poem, which no doubt will be enjoyed by 

 all: 



we won't wait for it. 



There's a good time that's a-comin', when 



the weather will be clear ; 

 When the bees will be a-hummin' an a- 



hivin' all the year ; 

 When the livin' light shall splinter all the 



darkness with its beams. 

 An' Spring'U capture Winter with her 



smiles an' with her dreams. 



But we'd kinder like to state 

 That we ain't agoin' to wait; 

 Fer the good time that's a-comin' — it may 

 reach us mighty late ! 



There's a good time that's a-comin' — an' its 



light around us creeps — 

 When a feller will be summin' o' his cash 



in mountain heaps ; 

 When we'll all be flush with money — an' 



we'll spend it 'fore we're old: 

 When the stream'U flow in honey to a sea 



whose shells are gold ! 



But we'd kinder like to state 

 That we ain't a-goin to wait! 

 Fer the honey an' the money — they may 

 reach us mighty late ! 



There's a good time that's a-comin' when 



the maiden or the mouse 

 Who bangs the old planner in the city 



boardin' house. 

 Will picnic in the country, or go sailin' on 



the deep. 

 An give the world a holiday an' half a year 



o' sleep ! 



But we'd kinder like to state 

 That we ain't a-goin' to wait ; 

 Fer that picnic and that steamship— they 

 may reach us mighty late! 



