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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Mar. 



W^HAT SHALIi AVE PUT OUR IIONEV IN? 



PAILS, BAURELS, TIX CANS, ETC. 



^;OME one has said, that the package for 

 ^ holding; honey ought not to exceed one 

 '- cent 1)61- pound, either in large lots or 

 small ; and a good many have decided that 

 they do not want it in barrels at all, al- 

 though barrels are probably the cheapest 

 package that we can have, and the railroad 

 companies will carry honey in barrels 

 cheaper than in any other shape. The iron- 

 jacket cans have answered beautifully for 

 shipping honey. We have received and sent 

 off several tons in them, and have had no 

 leakage and no breakage, and the honey is 

 as pure and sweet as the day it was taken 

 from the hive. I am very much inclined to 

 think that barrels are very apt to give a 

 slight taste of the wood. Well, the iron- 

 jacket can costs SI. 10 for the 1()-gallon size, 

 while the can we show in the figure below, 



THE WOOD -ENCASED SHIPPING nONEY-PAIL. 



10-gallon size, costs only an even dollar, and 

 in quantities of ten, only DO cts. each. This 

 can, however, is not protected by iron, but 

 by wood, and as it is a rather pretty pail, 

 quite handy for many purposes, it may prove 

 a favorite. It has a large - sized nozzle, so 

 that thick honey may be poured out rapidly. 

 I do not see why they do not put a screw cap 

 over it. Tiiis reminds me that we have 

 shipped some hirge ainonnts of honey in the 

 screw-«ap cans, and have never had a report 

 of leakage ; so it seems to us, the improved 

 Jones honey-pails, with the screw cap, are 

 going to be the thing. We can put a large- 

 sized screw cap on either the iron jacket or 

 the above style of cans for 10 cts. extra. 



LETTER FROITI AV. F. CLARKE. 



fjRIEND KOOT:-I was quite disappointed that 

 I did not get more talk with you at the Toron- 

 to Convention, but it was a very hurried 

 time. "There were many coming and going, and 

 there was no leisure, so much as to eat." Most of 

 my life has been that way, but I have now settled 

 down as a quiet "country parson," and begin to 

 realize what Miss Havergal describes in the inclosed 

 lines, which are good onoueh to publish in Glean- 

 ings, or aqywhere §lse, for tbat mattert 



Bees? Yes, of course I must keep some. Though 

 the " pesky critters" (I can't call them " little pets," 

 they won't let me) sting me unmercifully, and the 

 stings swell, and the virus goes to my head, I can't 

 let them altogether alone. Wm. F. Clarke. 



Specdside, Ont., Can , Jan. 24, 1884. 



A LULL IN LIFE.— MARK 6:31. 



[Affectionately commended to Bro. Root, who 

 needs " a lull in life " about as badly as any man I 

 know.] 



Oh for a desert place with only the Master's smile ! 

 Oh for the " coming apart " with only his " )e«t awhile " I 

 Many are " comingr and going" with busy and restless feet. 

 And the soul is hungering now, with " no leisure so much as to 



eat." 

 Dear is my wealth of love from many and valued friends, 

 Best of the earthly gifts that a bounteous Father sends; 

 Pleasant the counsel sweet, and the interchange of thought. 

 Welcome the twilight hour with musical brightness fraught. 



Dear is the work he gives in many a varied wav. 

 Little enough in itself, but something for every day. 

 Something by pen for the distant, by hand or voice for the 



near. 

 Whether to soothe or teach, whether to aid or cheer. 



Not that I lightly prize the treasure of valued friends. 

 Not that I turn aside from the work the Master sends. 

 Yet I have longed for a pause in the rush and whirl of time. 

 Longed for silence to fall instead of its merriest chime. 



Longed for a hush to group the harmonies of thought. 

 Round each melodious strain that the harp of life hath caught, 

 And time fo'- the fitful breeze JFM]ia,n chords to bring. 

 Waking the music that slept, mute in the tensionless string. 



Longed for a calm to let the circles die away 

 That tremble over the heart, breaking the heavenly ray. 

 And to leave its wavering mirror true to the star above. 

 Brightened and stilled to its depths with the quiet of " perfect 



Wliile ; 



There are songs that can only flow in the loveliest shades of 



night. 

 There are flowers that can not grow in a blaze of tropical 



light: 

 Theie are crystals that can not form till the ves<'el be cooled 



and stilled. 

 Crystal and flower and song, given as God hath willed. 



There is work that can not be done in the swell of a hurrying 



tide. 

 But my hand is not on the helm to turn the bark aside. 

 Yet I cast a longing eye on the hidden and waveless pool. 

 Under the shadowing rock, currentless, clear, and cool. 



Well, I will wait in the crowd till he shall call me apart, 



'Till the silence fall which shall waken the music of mind and 



heart. 

 Patiently wait till he give me the work of my choice. 

 Blending the song of life with the thrill of the Master's voice. 

 Frances Ridley Havergal. 



SOmE ITEi^IS FROITI DR. MILLER. 



VENTILATION OF CELLAR. 



^frWr^ERBTOFOKE I packed my bees in the cellar, 

 J>[p-([ with the hives piled up solid, like so many 

 bricks. Of course, 1 could get at the outside 

 ones only, and they received very little attention the 

 winter through, having only the doors and window 

 open on warm nights. A sub-ventilation pipe of 4- 

 inch bore runs under ground a distance of, 100 feet, 

 and enters the bottom of the cellar, thus supplying 

 ventilation when the weather is cold. Some may not 

 know that this pipe under ground does not supply 

 ventilation at all times alike. Suppose a warm spell 

 comes, and the temperature outside is about the same 

 as in the cellar, ventilation ceases, and I have known 

 times when the temperature outside was warmer 

 than that of the cellar, when the flame of a lighted 

 match showed the current of air actually to be flow- 

 ing otit of the pipe, instead of in. At such times I 

 open the window and doors in the evening, and close 

 them next day, sometimes in the morning, some- 

 times not till noon, for I find if they are well sup- 

 plied with fresh air the matterof darkness is notes- 

 seutial. Pertjaps, however, if tbey were too warm 



