THE NYMPHS OF FONTAINEBLEAU. 
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against the wind and rain. At the bottom lay a little honey; the last 
and tender legacy of the mother, bequeathed by her to those whom she 
had abandoned for ever. 
We shall enjoy the satisfaction of seeing them weave their winter 
shelter. It will be pleasanter for them under our roof than at the 
bottom of the vase. The mother’s intentions will be carefully carried 
out. Adopted, tended, and removed to Paris, the nymphs of Fontaine¬ 
bleau will take, one fine morning in spring, their flight above our 
windows, and, as young bees, will be able to gather, if not the honey 
of the heather, at least that of the Luxembourg. 
