1 02 Buz. 



And Buz began to feel that the bright beautiful 

 summer of her life was over too ; and she remem- 

 bered with tenderness the lovely mornings she had 

 known, when the sun, streaming early into the hive, 

 had tempted her away to flowery fields and pleasant 

 gardens ; when the dew-drops, sparkling so brightly 

 on the gossamer webs, seemed strings of fairy dia- 

 monds ; and when the flowers, fresh from their 

 night's rest, lifted up their heads and shook out their 

 petals, and oflered her all their store of honey ; and 

 then she thought of Hum, dear, gentle Hum, in 

 whose company she had enjoyed her first exper- 

 iences. 



" I declare I will go to the old hive again, as soon 

 as I can," said she to herself, " and try to find out 

 how she is getting on. They won't let me in, I sup- 

 pose ; but I may hear something of her. I quite 

 long to see her once more." 



So the very next day, when the sun shone out for 

 a time. Buz paid a visit to her former home. 



What was her disappointment, however, to find 

 that the old hive was gone ! 



As she approached, and was about to alight on the 

 footboard, a sight met her eyes that caused her to 

 dart aside. On the board itself, and lying in heaps 

 upon the ground beneath, were thousands of dead 



