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— the whole resulting in a sort of quiet tim- 

 idity, and desire to be at quits with every one 

 that is willing to be at quits. Granting this 

 to be correct, all similarly mixed masses are 

 likely to spare the queens and each other. 

 Can such a mass of bees and queens be win- 

 tered? Can they be taken across the ocean 

 on a long voyage ? This matter is on page 

 (j84 a. B. J. That none of those queens 

 found and fought each other is perhaps the 

 most remarkable thing in the whole. It 

 seems to show that the belligerence of queens 

 has been exaggerated. And Mrs. Atchley's 

 previously discovered way of moving bees 

 loith hives and combs (iu a screen wagon 

 with hive roofs off) is without much doubt 

 a very valuable one. 



THE REVIEW. 



My last literary work has been collecting 



a lot of popular proverbs, and versifying 



some of them. And just as the woman who 



takes snuff innocently sprinkles some in her 



biscuit, who knows but proverbs and things 



may get sprinkled over the Review this 



time ? All recent readers of the Review 



have of course felt the prominence of its two 



Taylors — and the proverbialist hath said, 



nine of them make a man — 



To have this journal manned indeed 

 Only seveu Taylors more we need. 



And thinking how the promised illustrated 

 visits are a little slow in getting around we 

 recur to the adage : 



" When good cheer is lacking 

 I'alse friends will be packing." 



And therefore let us have a little patience 

 with each other in these hard, confused, 

 vexatious times. Who wants the odium of 

 being a fahe friend to a worthy and strug- 

 gling cause — journal — man ? I presume our 

 editor often lies awake trying to make the 

 impossible part with its tirst two letters 

 when we are snoring. It should occur to us 

 that— 



" E'en the mighty Don Fernando 

 ( "an't do more than mortal can do." 



Don't you mind that this summer nearly 

 every journal (if not in one way then in an- 

 other) gives us the suspicion that it is being 

 " poorly set up with 1"' 



" The mill will never grind 

 With the water tliat is past." 



We all know that ; but it also occurs to me 



on the subject that — 



Rather slowly drops the meal 

 When the flume yields naught but hope. 



And the water that will wheel 

 And come booming down the slope 

 Like fun 

 1901. 



(Jf course the Review's most important 

 late advance is the new department of Miss 

 Inglis. Too soon to give final judgment on 

 her work ; but she is evidently a Spartan, by 

 the way she wades through the partheno- 

 genesis quarrel, 



Who was the father of Zebedee's childer ? 



(A query that once was supposed to bewilder) 

 Is naught to the bone 

 '" Who fathers the drone ?" 



" His mother's a daddy " one Dutchman replies ; 



And the other big Dutchmen they gouge for his 

 eyes. 



Except a few on the fence ; and they, just 



to be sensible, explain that his mother is a 



demi— mammy— daddy. Glad Miss Inglis is 



not going to try to wear white kid gloves 



when she makes souse for us. 



And puts in the ear, and the tail, and the heel, 

 And tlie cheek, and the snout, and the grunt, and 

 the squeal. 



Certainly Mr. Hutchinson has got the 

 work of making an ideal journal well map- 

 ped out— To be itself a journal, to collect 

 the cream of all other American journals, 

 and to give a comprehensive view of what 

 foreign journals are at, to please the eye 

 with illustrations, to satisfy the mind with 

 practical information and help, and all with- 

 out intiating the amount of reading matter 

 beyond what a busy man can find time to 

 read — 



A short boy dreams a lovely dream, 

 Tt>bacco plugs like saw-logs seem; 

 He opened his willing jaw. 

 And ■■ bit otf more than he could chaw." 



Whether the resolute gentleman in ques- 

 tion succeeds in chewing all he has bit off or 

 not, rest assured that he will chew at it — 

 " you hear me shouting !" It's the intention 

 to have the Review more valuable than any 

 other bee paper on the globe to the man 

 whose spare time (or cash) limits him to 

 one paper. 



THE GENERAL ROUND- UP 



'* What will happen next, I should like to 

 know ?" as the pollywog said when his tail 

 dropped off. Why the next thing to happen 

 is for the American Bee Journal (with the 

 excelsior banner of. Exclusively to Bee Cul- 

 ture, still flying at its mast head) to open a 

 medical department, to leach us all about 

 felons, snake bites, and appendicitis, and 

 " all sich." How green with envy A. I. Root 

 must have turned when he saw it ! and how 

 speechless with astonishment the subscri- 

 bers ! But then, who cares ? The matter in 

 the department is really good, and pleasant- 

 ly told. 'Spects it will find fully as many 



