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BIOGMPMICM. 



MR. F. T. TYKREL,. 



After a short illness, Mr. F. Y. 

 Tyrrel died of diabetes, on Friday. July 

 13. 1888, at Madison, Xeb. The funeral 

 services were held in the grove adjoin- 

 ing the house, on Saturday. A few re- 

 marks were made by Rev. Mr. Kimball, 

 and the remains were laid at rest in the 

 Madison cemetery. Mr. Tyrrel was in 

 the sixty-eighth year of his age. He 

 was born at Lanesborough, Mass., but 

 he lived in Madison for the past thir- 

 teen years,and was honored and respect- 

 ed by all who knew him. He leaves a 

 wife and Ave children and a large circle 

 of friends to mourn his death. His 

 son, Mr. A.C. Tyrrel, one of the corres- 

 pondents of the Bee Journal, has sent 

 us the following tribute to the memory 

 of his father, who was an ardent lover 

 of bees and the pursuit of apiculture : 



"Life evermore is fed by death, 



In earth, and sea, and sky; 

 And that a rose may breathe its breath, 



Soraethinii must die." 



If it is true, as the poet has written, 

 that "Nature is indifferent to the fact 

 of human pain." it is also equally true 

 that nature is kinder to us than we are 

 to ourselves ; it prepares us for the 

 transition we call death, by a process 

 we cannot describe, much less compre- 

 hend. It prepares the emaciated form 

 for the separation of the spirit from the 

 body. It comforts us during the sad- 

 dest moments of our lives; it assuages 

 our grief when our loved ones lay down 

 the burden of life— give up the life long 

 struggle for existence ; and in the per- 

 formance of the last tender acts for the 

 departed, and ever after. 



To those capable of having their sen- 

 sibilities moved by human sorrow and 

 pain— whose memory retains and loves 

 to dwell upon and recall all that was en- 

 nobling in the lives of those of ournum- 

 ber who have passed from earthly vision 

 to brighter and higher spheres, the 

 grand and perfect adjustment of nat- 

 ure's laws, lessen in time the poignancy 

 of grief and lit the sorrowing for the 

 duties they owe the living. If the re- 

 verse were true, life would be unendur- 

 able—a living tomb, without a cheering 

 ray of sunshine. -'All would be dark 

 and dreary, for into each life some rain 

 must fall." 



Our father's every act of kindness, 

 every loving word, every deed of char- 

 ity, every sacrifice he made for those he 

 loved— all his labors of love, his self 

 abnegation, are living monuments, the 

 grandest testimonials to his worth, that 

 can be erected— a sacred tribute to his 

 memory, more eloquent, expressive and 

 enduring than cold, gleaming, marble 

 slabs, storied with his praise. All that 

 was beautiful and in harmony with his 

 surroundings, he loved. Thebirds that 

 carroled their sweet songs in the trees 

 which he thoughtfully planted in the 

 once wild prairie soil, and tended so 

 carefully— the flowers of exquisite hue 



and fragrance— the hccs flitting from 

 flower to flower in quest of golden nec- 

 tar—all these were objects of interest to 

 him. Nothing of beauty in earth, sky 

 or air escaped his notice. 



His home was his palace— his family 

 his loving subjects, and objects of solici- 

 tude to the very last, although everyone 

 is traveling the decline of life. His as- 

 sociations with his companion were hal- 

 lowed. She was in every sense of the 

 word a helpmeet, to whom he was in- 

 debted for whatever of success he 

 achieved— his steps guided by and his 

 character moulded by her. The world 

 will be wiser, yes. better, when it can 

 truly say— 



"O, woman— mother ! Woman— wife ! 



The sweetest name that lan^age Itnows ; 

 Thy breast, with htily motives rife. 



With holiest affection (flows ; " 



when it will concede that she moulds 

 the character of individuals and the 

 destiny of the nations of the earth ; that 

 we are indebted to her for the breath 

 of life, for our intellect, good impulses 

 and influence. To her the statesman 

 owes his eloquence and power ; the la- 

 borer in the vineyard of life his influ- 

 ence for good— all must acknowledge 

 her supremacy. 



The cycle of years will still roll roundi 

 bringing to all his little family joys and 

 sorrows, incident to life. The burdens 

 must be borne, the struggles and vicissi- 

 tudes of life must be met. All that 

 tend to till up and complete the full 

 measure of our days, is before us, yet 

 the tender recollection of his manly life 

 can never be effaced — will ever be a 

 green oasis in the desert of our hearts. 

 The mad, head-long rush for position, 

 fame, power,— perchance for the very 

 necessaries of life, may sear our hearts, 

 render them more barren and desolate 

 than the desert of Sahara ; let us hope 

 not. Such has been the lot of those ere 

 now, with such blessed and hallowed 

 associations as n<iw cluster around our 

 pathway. Our destiny is shrouded in 

 impenetrable mystery, and beyond our 

 control, but let us hope that the pain 

 and sorrow father bore so meekly and 

 without a murmur, and withal his ex- 

 ample be a beacon light to steer our 

 barks from the treacherous shoals, the 

 maelstrom and breakers of life. Let us 

 exercise the same kindly feeling of 

 charity he ever manifested toward his 

 fellow men. 



Father was one of those peculiarly 

 constituted men in whose composition 

 there lurked no discordant, strife-pro- 

 ducing elements. We can truly say 

 that within our knowledge he had not 

 one enemy. It is said that a man 

 amounts to but little in this busy world 

 unless he can number his enemies by 

 the score— a mark of greatness. In the 

 estimation of his family he was a nobler 

 and a. grander man than he who dips his 

 sword in the blood of his fellow man, 

 no matter how just the cause. We are 

 content with those traits of character 

 that were our admiration when a child, 

 and which abided with him to the last 

 hour of his life, having only kindly 

 thoughts and words for all mankind. 



It seems fit and proper that one who 

 has know him so long and well should 

 pay this last tribute to his memory— 

 the last sad office we can perform for 

 him. The little acts of kindness and 



the little deeds of love which the world 

 takes no cognizance of, yet they are as 

 a little spark kindled in obscure places 

 that has revolutionized the world. Good 

 deeds in a community may be of some 

 benefit, and extend bevond our ken ; and 

 what is the world but an aggregation 

 of communities i* 



ISTERMCMTORIES. 



Uncapped 8<-etion>> of Honey.— 



Rodman Lovett, Rome Cit}', Ind., on July 



30, 1888, says : 



Bees are not doing very much at present, 

 as it is too dry. I will give a report at tliH 

 closp of the season. Would you remove 

 sections of honey before they are capped ? 



All comb honey should be well-blled and 

 sealed over before being removed from the 

 hive, in order to be attractive and salable.— 



Rees l>on''t go Home till ITIorn- 

 ingf, says a correspondent from uortli- 

 western Ohio, in a postscript to a letter on 



Aug. 1, 188S : 



The Chapman honey-plant is in " all its 

 glory," and some of the bees have such an 

 affection for it that they stay on it all nlsht, 

 and "don't go home till morning." A few 

 days since I did not know what to do with 

 ray bees. I never liad such strouij colonies 

 before, and but few were gettins; any sur- 

 plus, and many of them were "just living 

 from hand to mouth ;" but now the sweet 

 clover, of which there are acres and acres in 

 the, waste places and vacant lots, and along 

 the streets of the city of Toledo, has blos- 

 somed finelj', and the bees are having a 

 jubilee on it. 



Yes ; sweet clover is the main source of 

 supply for bees, in many localities this fall ; 

 and the honey is of a superb quality. 



Freaks of Uees.— H. Earl Wilson, 

 Arcade, N. Y., on July 2i, 1888, writes : 



The bees do not seem to be doing very 

 well in this vicinity at this time. The bass- 

 wood is ill blossom, yet the bees are not as 

 lively as they ought to be. 1. I wish to ask 

 a question— the case occurring a few days 

 since. 1 do not understand it. About two 

 weeks ago a swarm came out four times, 

 and every time 1 searched, but could not 

 tind a qneen-c-ell in the iiive. On the fourth 

 time a miller in a worm-state w.as found in 

 one of the combs in the hive, boldly crawl- 

 ing and devouring the wax and uncapping 

 the worker-cells. A few days auo another 

 swarmed the fourth time, and I found the 

 .same thing in it as iu the former one. Is it 

 possible that a miller ean scare a virgin 

 queen to Eo out of the hive ? 2. As I was 

 in school last year, not reading all the 

 queries in this paper, what hives do Prof. 

 Cook and Mr, G. M. Doolittle use ? 3. What 

 hive is the mo.st used ? 



1. No. The miller was not an uncommon 

 occurrence, and did not in either case cause 

 the swarm to issue. Swarms sometimes 

 issue when no human eye could discover 

 queen-cells started. However, they soon 

 after appeared. Bees do all sorts of things, 

 occasionally, especially hi poor seasons like 

 this. 2. They both use the Gallup frame, 

 11)^x1134 inches. 3. The Laogstroth hive. 



