Vol. XII. 



SEPT. 15, 1884. 



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L. L. LANGSTROTH. 



A GENTI.E REMINDER OF WHAT WE OWE. NOT TO 



THE MEMORY OF THE DEAD, BUT TO THE 



LIVING. 



VIIE communication which we give be- 

 low wiis sent ns with the following 

 note, and I not only think it worthy 

 of a place in Gleanings, but 1 take 

 pleasure in putting friend B/s name 

 in full at the bottom of the communication. 



Mr. ^. Z. Root;— Attached I send you a commuui- 

 cation, which, if you think well of, please publish. 

 If you are not going to second it by your efforts in 

 the editorial department, and got the other journals 

 to do likewise, it will fall flat, xurc. You maj- sign 

 my own name, or leave it as it is, just as it suits 

 you. I am sorry I have not time to re-write it in a 

 more legible manner. 



My bees have just gathered a quantity of pure, 

 white, crystal-clear honey from figs. Started in 

 March, 1883, with one; increased to 22 from that, 

 and bought one. I presume I shall secure from 300 

 to .500 lbs. of the fig honey before the season is 

 over. S. C. B. 



Editor Gta,riin:is:—On page 336 of Gleanings for 

 May 1.5, Mr. J. E. Pond, of Foxboro, Mass., after 

 giving a concise and interesting biography of Kev. 

 L. L. Langstroth, concludes as follows: 



" Mr. Langstroth is now an old and feeble man 

 His health was inipiiircd in ciu-ly youth by too close 

 attention to Ins stuilics. and now lie is" able to do 

 but little for liiiiisclf. For a t<'w months past he 

 has been in better health tlian for some years, and 

 we hope his health will remain good, and he be 

 spared for many yeai-s to give us, through the vari- 

 ous bee-journals, the matured thoughts of his 

 ripened mind. 



"Modest and unassuming- in his manners, and con- 

 fiding as a child in the honesty of the world, he to- 

 day, instead of having reaped a fortune as the re- 

 sult of his \aluahl(' invention, is not worth a single 

 doilai'. lint lor all tliis, h.,- stands liefore tlie world 

 ! as one or Natuiv's noblenion, an lioncst man. He 

 I has fairly and fully earned the proud title that all 

 bee-keepers, who know him, admit belongs to him, 

 — the prince of apiarists; the Huber of America." 



These terse remarks impressed me when I saw 

 them, and, notwithstanding I had mislaid the copy 

 in which I read them, the words seemed to grow up- 

 on me. In the silent hours of the night they ap- 

 peared more vivid, and I could, from the casual 

 first reading, almost repeat them verbatim. 

 ■ A day or two ago I noticed in the papers that at 

 last the genius of Columbus had been recognized, 

 and in his native village a monument was to be 

 erected to his memory. Again the words of Mr. 

 Pond emblazoned themselves before my mind's eye. 



To-day I read, " Mozart, who wanted bread, gets a 

 stone. Vienna is building him a monument, to cost 

 $50,000, which is much more than he received for 

 the whole work of his life. He died in want, and 

 his uncoflined corpse was thrust into a trench in 

 the Potter's Field." 



I determined then, as the woi-ds of Mr. Por.d again 

 admonished me, to delay no Jonger, but make at 

 once my first attempt in bee literature; in fact, my 

 first public communication of any kind. 



The Rev. L. L. Langxtroth is dead ! What a calam- 

 ity this would be! How many epitaphs would be 

 written! Gleanings, and, in fact, all the bee jour- 

 nals, would be dressed in mourning; long editorials 

 would adorn the pages of each — none more elo- 

 quent, perhaps, than from the pen of him who re- 

 centl.y told the juveniles of the pride which, .50 years 

 hence, the little boy who recently saic and spuke to 



