" Non fonte labra prolui caballino, 

 Nee in bicipiti somniasse Parnasso 

 Memini, ut repente.sic poeta prodirem." 



No more have I; and perhaps some of my readers may say that I 

 should have done better had I waited for a sleep on Parnassus, and 

 a drink of Hippoorene before I began to write. All I can say is, I 

 hope to take one next year, if I visit Greece. 



Fytte l.—Page 1-7.— The fun of this first Fjtte will be "real nuts" to 

 every Bee-master. The whole economy of a Hive is viewed from a 

 human stand-point. The sentinels watching with their own stings 

 in their hands as lances ; the early labours of the chamber and 

 house maids ; the architects setting out the day's work ; the swaddling- 

 clothes and pap boat for the Grub Eoyal ; the State of the Queen ; 

 the idleness of the drones : all is well told, at least in the wood cuts. 



" Pig in the Gaeden steayed about." — Fage 8. — A very improper 

 place for Pig to take his constitutional walk. The wicket gate 

 which leads to your Hives should be always properly secured, or 

 results very different from the fattening of a pig may be produced. 

 For what is possible, though not very probable, see one of the early 

 chapters of Maryatt's Mr. Midshipman Easy. 



"Was best Ati lean, was now all fat." — Fage 10. — The alteration 

 of the animal tissue in consequence of a sting is very wonderful; 

 it is oertainlj not fat which is deposited. So that this method of 

 getting Bacon Pigs ready for market, though it would save corn, 

 would not be satisfactory to the Bacon Curer when he puts his 

 flitches in salt, stUl less to the cook, when frying a rasher. 



"Fly roETH, deae Bees, 'tis moen, fly foeth." — Fage 11.— I shall 

 be obliged to any one of my many friends, skilled in Musical Com- 

 position, if they wiU set this original Bee song. The prelude and 

 refrain offer a fine opportunity for a Buzz-a-Buzz effect. On receipt 

 of a satisfactory production I will forward to the Composer a bound 

 copy of Buz3-a-Buzz, with the translator's autograph. Inestimable 

 reward ! 



John Dull sits waiting foe a Swaem. — Fage 11 — as I have done for 

 many an hour, and lost the swarm after all. John Dull drops asleep 

 whilst watching. I have often ceased watching just as the swarm 

 was about to rise. The Bees choose their own time, which is not 

 always that which the Bee master would for them. But the whole 



