272 THE HONEY BEE. 



at least eighteen inches fi'om the ground, and four feet from 

 each other. Let the hives stand quite clear from the wall or 

 hedge, so that thou mayest approach them readily from behind. 

 Let no tree or house overshadow or drip on them. And lastly, 

 let no offensive smell or harsh noise trouble their quiet, for 

 they enjoy quiet, and ease, and comfort. Gentle reader ! 

 listen while we repeat to thee an ode in commendation of these 

 things. 



Quiet — he prays for on the vast JEgean, 



When by black storm-clouds the fair moon is hidden, 



And the bright stars, those certain guides to seamen, 



Cease from their shining. 

 Quiet — the Thracian, furious in warfare : 

 Quiet — the Mede, so graceful with his quiver : 

 Grosphus — with jewels, purple, nor with riches 



Can it be paid for. 

 For neither treasures nor the consul's Hctor 

 Can move the spirit's miserable tumult. 

 Nor yet the troubles that so often flutter 



Round gilded ceihngs. 

 He may live Avell with little, whose paternal 

 Salt-cellar shines upon his slender table ; 

 Terror nor filthy avarice can mar his 



Peaceful slumbers. 

 Why so short-lived then plan we many projects ? 

 Why do we seek for regions that are heated 

 By other sunshine ? Who his country's exile 



Self too can fly from ? 

 Care inauspicious climbs the brass-clad vessel : 

 Never abandons multitudes of horsemen : 

 Swifter than stags are, and impelling rain-clouds ; 



Swifter than Eurus. 

 Spirits at present joyful, for the future 

 Hate to be thoughtful ; and the bitter sweeten, 

 Mirthful with smiling ; nothing is on all sides 



Doomed to be happy. 

 Sudden the death of heroic Achilles: 

 Lingering old age wore away Tithonus ; 

 And to me the hour, that to thee's forbidden. 



Perhaps may be lengthened. 

 Hundreds of cattle, and of cows Sicilian, 

 Low all around thee; mares, too, raise their neighings, 

 Yoked to thy chariot ; and in Afric's murex 



Doubly empurpled 



