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that I will furnish it without price or post- 

 age so that all the dear friends of tlie 

 Gleanings family will take and distribute 

 it. By the way, if there is any other relig- 

 ious periodical that gives the world such 

 thoughts as these I have not yet found it. 

 May God bless and prosper the editors of 

 the Sunday-school Times. 



THE DEFEAT OF INJUSTICE. 



No one can ever afford to think about any injus- 

 tice he receives. It is disaster and destruction to do 

 so. It is like deliberately lifting a glass of poison to 

 our lips and swallowing it. Injustice inflicted upon 

 us never harms us until we dwell on it. While we 

 ignore it, and do right, it is powerless against us 

 Wlien we begin to turn it over in our mind, it starts 

 its murderous work upon us. It soon exaggerates 

 itself, blinds us, rankles, inflames, embitters. It 

 breeds self-pity, which soon reduces us to a condit on 

 of worse than helpless uselessness. Jesus paid no at- 

 tention to the awful injustices of his lot. We can 

 not aflford to do other than he did, but with our less- 

 er injustices. If love is our master-passion, "thinking 

 no evil " and " bearing all things," we shall live 

 emancipated from the misery of dressing our own 

 wounds. Such wounds heal quickly when we are 

 lovingly busied with the needs of others. 



Let US now get back to bees and bee cul- 

 ture. 



Mr. Langstroth came up and paid us a 

 visit. He told us a long story about his 

 patent. This poor man had dwelt on it so 

 long that even he, a minister of the gospel. 

 . and a successful one, had lost his peace of 

 mind; and if he had not lost his faith in 

 God it shook his faith in humanity. I called 

 his attention to the hopeful text on that 

 beautiful microscopic photo; but 'even he, 

 minister of the gospel, did not catch on. I 

 urged until he seemed annoyed, and I_ was 

 afraid of a return of his malady. With a 

 sad heart I gave it up. As it was getting to 

 be late and toward bed time I went with 

 him to his room. He said very little, although 

 he was naturally exceedingly talkative, and 

 I felt I had offended him by my importu- 

 nity. In the morniiig, when breakfast was 

 ready, as he had not put in an appearance 

 Mrs. Root thought I had better go to his 

 room. It was warm weather, and the door 

 was wide open. The old gentleman was 

 awake and partly sitting up, leaning on his 

 elbow. As soon as he saw me he beckoned 

 me to come up near him, with his finger. I 

 was really afraid he was going into one of 

 his " spells." He took his watch out from 

 under his pillow and asked me to listen. As 

 I was a watch repairer T supposed there was 

 something wrong with the beat; but when T 

 told him that it seemed to be in perfect 

 order, and that it beat clearly and regularly, 

 what do you think he said? He asked me 

 what the watch said to me. I replied that 

 it did not " say " any thing, and npw felt 

 sure that he was losing his mind. His reply 

 made me think of one of my favorite text? . 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



*'0 thou of little faith! wherefore didst thou 

 doubt? " This is what he said: 



" Mr. Root, that watch has been saying 

 ' Quinby ! Quinby ! Quinby !' all night long 

 and I can't stand it any longer. I am going 

 to start to-day. I am going to see Mr. 

 Quinby. I am not going to say a word about 

 the patent or about the hive. I am going to 

 him as though we had always been friends." 

 You may be sure I thanked God for 

 having rebuked my want of faith. " Let us 

 not be weary in well doing; for in due time 

 we shall reap if we faint not." 



Ei'iend Langstroth went to see Mr. Quin- 

 by, as he declared he would do, and they 

 had " the best time in the world," and Mr. 

 Langstroth got over his mental malady, if I 

 am correct, and had little or none of it from 

 that time until his death. 



He and Mr. Quinby were warm friends 

 until the day of their respective deaths — 

 Quinby in 1875 and Langstroth in 1895. 

 Both were born the same year — 1810. After 

 this the subject of the Langstroth patent 

 was never mentioned. Our old friend seem- 

 ed to have gotten hold of still another text 

 from God's holy word : " Do good and lend, 

 hoping for nothing again." 



Later. — To-day is July 30 ; and as I write, 

 war has broken out in the Old World, and 

 reports seem to indicate that nothing can be 

 done to stop it. Even the Peace Commission 

 of the powers of the earth seem unable to 

 stem the torrent of evil. The poor deluded 

 people, from the humblest laborer to the 

 king on his throne, seem totally oblivious of 

 the grand text I have been talking about 

 and quoting. The statement I made to my 

 mother toward forty years ago, that ren- 

 dering good for evil was as yet an " unex- 

 plored region," seems to be true even now. 

 In spite of what missionaries have done, in 

 spite of the thousands of copies of the Bible 

 translated into all languages, and scattered 

 among all the nations of the earth, the world 

 has not yet learned to—" love your enemies 

 and do good to those that hate you." 



THOU HAST BEEN FAITHFUL OVER A FEW 

 THINGS, I WILL MAKE THEE RULER OVER 

 MANY THINGS. 



I have several times spoken about the 

 enjoyment I get with my little Stanhope 

 electric automobile. Well, heretofore it has 

 required charging about once in ten or 

 fifteen miles. By getting it in fine shape as 

 well as we could here at our own place of 

 business I managed to get it up to 25 miles 

 on one charge of the battery. But as I 

 wanted it in such trim as to make 30 miles, 

 the distance from here to Cleveland, I had 



