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rHE BEE-KEEPERS' MEVIEW. 



I believe our American bee-keepers have 

 the genius to wake up to a full conception 

 of the serious harm this baby-swaddling lit- 

 erary degeneration, referred to in this arti- 

 cle, must do to the future interest of the 

 struggling masses of honey producers. I 

 pray you to believe me when I tell you that 

 the above are my honest sentiments, fear- 

 lessly presented, but with a "calm, dispas- 

 sionate " state of mind, made as " clear and 

 cousise " as I am capable of, amid the pres- 

 sure of other business crowding me on all 

 sides. 



No words can be cruel enough and none 

 can be kind enough to change the course of 

 the Quarterly one iota. Logical argument 

 —that analysis which makes the truth self- 

 evident and carries with it conviction, that 

 which may prove the wrong to be wrong and 

 clearly points out that which is right— always 

 can, always will, and always must, change 

 my course ; but no honeyed words can ever 

 gather the Quarterly into a little codfish, 

 mutual admiration society of bee journals 

 and pet contributor!^. It shall not be gov- 

 erned by egotistical emotions, but by reason 

 and logic, as we understand it, as long as it 

 is owned by the present publisher, which will 

 be as long as bee-keepers continue to give it 

 the present rapidly increasing support. 

 Your criticisms carry the dignity and com- 

 mand the respect due to your ever present 

 sincerity, and in so far as they impress me 

 as appropriate and called for, they will do 

 me good. I thank you however for them all, 

 for they can do me no harm where misap- 

 plied, and they give me the opportunity of 

 defining to your people, the position I have 

 chosen. 



If what I have written causes your readers 

 to do some " clear, calm, concise and dis- 

 passionate " thinking for themselves, I shall 

 feel that I have not written in vain. 



DowAGiAO, Mich. 



Nov. 20, 1894. 



How Mr. Heddon is Regarded by One of His 



Old Students. 



[As I was somewhat in doubt last month in 

 regard to the advisability of publishing what I 

 did about Bro. Heddon and liis journal (didn't 

 know but some would think that I was meddling 

 with what was none of my busintss) it lias beon 

 a great pleasure to receive letters of congratula- 

 tion from many of the best bee-keepers in the 



country, and from even one of the editors that I 

 criticised. One received from one of Mr. Hed- 

 don's old students voices completely the opin- 

 ions of the others, and, as it gives some addition- 

 al glimpses of Mr. Heddon's life, 1 have obtained 

 the permission to print it. It is as follows :— 

 Ed.] 



Bbeoksville, Ohio, Nov. 15, 1894. 



W. Z. Hutchinson, Flint, Mich. :— I like 

 your editorial in the last Review regarding 

 Mr. Heddon. You said the right thing in 

 the right place and no one else could have 

 said the same and had it taken as well by 

 both sides. 



I wish all of the fraternity knew Mr. H. as 

 well as I do. He seems to have an unnappy 

 faculty of making himself misunderstood. 

 The little incident of the Chicago conven- 

 tion which you gave calls to mind one of 

 many which came under my notice while 

 with him. It was when Father Langstroth 

 was there visiting Mr. Heddon that he (Mr. 

 Heddon) begged the privilege of having 

 Father Langstroth fill the pulpit in the Con- 

 gregational church one Sunday, which was 

 granted. Mr. Heddon rarely if ever attend- 

 ed any church except the Universalist, but, 

 of course, he went to hear Father L. on this 

 occasion. 



He took for his theme that beautiful part 

 of Proverbs, the 21st, which begins "A vir- 

 tuous woman who can find, for her price is 

 far above rubies." I shall never forget that 

 old patriarch's touching tribute to virtuous 

 womanhood, and particularly when he eulo- 

 gized his own life-partner whose death he 

 mourned deeply. I sat where I could watch 

 Mr. Heddon and could see the tears roll 

 down his cheeks as he listened to the simple 

 eloquence of that grand old man, and I 

 know the sermon made a deep impression on 

 him as did the character of Father L. 



Mr. Heddon's love of beautiful poetry and 

 fine descriptive prose was often shown by his 

 sitting and reading with tears rolling down 

 his face and dropping on the book. Oh, he 

 has a heart like a woman's and his love of 

 justice is pure and simple, getting right 

 down to fundamental principles, and if his 

 enemies could see him after one of his sleep- 

 less, nerve-racked nights and be able to 

 realize what a bundle of nerves and brains 

 he is, but lacking in physical stamina, I 

 know they would have more charity for him. 



I wish for his own sake, if for nothing 

 more, that he would not be so harsh is his 

 writing and criticism. His views on apicul- 

 ture are too valuable to have any of their 



