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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Aug. 15. 



they get all tangled up and tinally leave it that 

 only old bees go with the swarm. Bro. Leggott, 

 just get down and watch a swarm issuing, and 

 then when you see old bees coming out with 

 wings so ragged they can hardly rty, youMl 

 know for yourself. 



Some veky small bees were sent by W. C. 

 Frazier to the A. B. J. and thence to Prof. 

 Cook, who says if all are small the queen is at 

 fault; but if only part are small, then it prob- 

 ably arises from their being raised in comb so 

 old that the cells have become too small for 

 full development. In view of the many proofs 

 that old combs raise as large workers as any. 

 would it not be more reasonable, professor, to 

 say that, in some way, the comb had been bent 

 so as to cramp the cells ? 



Frank Benton, in Apt, says migratory bee- 

 keeping is followed to a large extent in Carniola. 

 He says: "Whole apiaries, consisting of sever- 

 al hundred hives, are transported to distant 

 pastures in one or two nights. Sometimes the 

 railway lines are used, and I have seen a bee- 

 train, mainly of flat cars, bearing some 5000 

 colonies of bees from the northern valley of the 

 Carnic Alps to the central plains, where the 

 fields are white with buckwheat in August and 

 September." 



MY HEAD-TROUBLE. 



CONCLUDED FROM PAGE 572. 



When 75 years old, the blind piles, of which 

 my physician spoke in my yoixth, became 

 only too apparent. I suffered so much that I 

 seldom went abroad, and spent most of my 

 time in a reclining position; and I was able 

 to get home from my last attendance at church 

 only by planting my hands and knees on the 

 bottom of the carriage. 



While thus suffering, my friend Dr. G. VV. 

 Keeley, of Oxfoi'd, urged me to put myself 

 under the care of Dr. G. R. Prezinger, of Green- 

 ville, Ohio, who had successfully cured many 

 persons similarly afflicted. At first I declined 

 to be treated, saying I was too old to be cured, 

 and believed it better, not to leave well enough 

 alone (for there was no well enough about my 

 case), but to leave bud enough alone. Inter- 

 views with parties at Oxford, however, who 

 had been entirely cured by him, changed this 

 decision. An examination, made by the doctor 

 in the presence of Dr. Keeley, showed that I 

 was suffering severely from bleeding ulcers and 

 numerous piles, one of which had been protrud- 

 ing for nearly a year. On the doctor s assuring 

 me that he could effect a radical cure, I placed 

 myself under his care. No cutting, burning, or 

 clamping operation was performed; and I re- 

 ceived only one treatment a month. I suffered 

 no pain worthy of mention. 



My family physician had before this assured me 

 that my melancholy came mainly from a diseas- 

 ed state of the rectum; but he failed to cure me. 

 Before I was fully relieved by Dr. Prezinger I 

 fell again into my usual morbid condition, and 

 ■did not see him for about two years. 



While under treatment I conversed with 

 many of his patients, and for the first time be- 

 came aware of the intimate connection between 

 melancholia and rectal disease. I believe that, 

 without a single exception, all with whom I 

 conversed admitted that they were sufferers 

 from mental depression. 



Some confessed even to suicidal inclinations. 

 I remember one in particular who said. " I 

 often thought of taking my life, and was deter- 

 red only by apprehensions of what would be- 



come of my dear wife and our poor little chil- 

 dren!" 



How often we hear it said, that religion is a 

 leading cause of so much melancholy and in- 

 sanity! I firmly believe that, where one person 

 is made insane by perverted religious views, 

 many are kept sane by the consoling hopes of 

 the gospel of Christ. If a man has no belief in 

 a loving Father, and no fear of " that dread 

 bourne from which no traveler returns," wby 

 should he wish to live on. when to live is only 

 to be wretched? Why should he not believe 

 with Hume, that suicide is only '" the diversion 

 of the current of a little red fluid "? Very often 

 no motive is strong enough to prevent a man 

 from taking his life but consideration for those 

 who depend upon him for support, and the horror 

 of leaving to family and friends a suicidal leg- 

 acy. 



Removing from Oxford to Dayton, and re- 

 covering again, I sought further treatment, and 

 seemed at last to be almost if not completely 

 cured. I had better health, and for a longer 

 period than I could remember to have ever en- 

 joyed in all my previous life: and for the first 

 time in many years I strongly hoped that I 

 should have no return of my former troubles. 

 But after an interval of a year and a half the 

 old symptoms returned. I fought them again in 

 every way that I could, but, as usual, the battle 

 was not won. Clouds and darkness settled 

 upon me so that I could say, in the words of the 

 88th Psalm, '■ My soul is full of trouble; lam 

 counted with them that go down into the pit: 

 I am as a man that hath no strength. Thou 

 hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in 

 the deeps. Thou hast put mine acquaintance 

 far from me; I am shut up and I can not come 

 forth." 



Previous to this last attack I always expected, 

 even when most exuberant, that, sooner or 

 later, I should again fall under the power of the 

 old disease. Many of my readers will naturally 

 think that such an expectation, suspended over 

 my head like the sword of Damocles, must in- 

 evitably have caused me constant and dis- 

 tressing apprehensions: but, instead of this, 

 scarcely any fear of the future disturbed me. 

 I could almost always say, " Sufficient unto the 

 day is the evil thereof," and I was very much 

 like a playful child. Goto it and say, '"Dear 

 little child, this is a very sorrowful world! 

 How can you, then, be so light-hearted when 

 so many trials are in store for you ?" The hap- 

 py child will not suspend his sports— if he can 

 help it — long enough to listen to your sad fore- 

 bodings. 



I have often thought, that, but for the spe- 

 cial mercy of our loving Father in freeing me, 

 when well, almost entirely from dismal appre- 

 hensions, I could never have lived and retained 

 my reason so long beyond the period usually 

 allotted to man. 



I should here say, that, in my worst attacks, 

 I was never subject to any illusions. I always 

 knew that physical causes mainly were at the 

 bottom of my sufferings, and felt sure that, as 

 soon as these disappeared. I should be happy 

 again. In my cheerful moods I seldom felt any 

 solicitude about the future : yet when under 

 the power of disease it was almost impossible 

 for me to even conceive how I could ever be 

 well and happy again. 



While the nauseated stomach rejects the 

 most wholesome food, the patient knows all 

 the time that this is only disease; but this 

 knowledge not only fails to stimulate his ap- 

 petite, but it seems almost impossible for him 

 even to imagine how he can ever want to eat 

 again. 



Since my recovery, in the fall of 1887, I found 

 that Dr. Prezinger's treatment had not been 



