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Day, that many of them, I believe, 
would die for Want, in the midft of 
Summer. 
I have often thought it very bie 
prifing, that neither the Authors who 
treat of Bees, nor the Keepers of them, 
ever imagine, that any Place can be 
overftocked, or that any one’s Bees fare 
either better or worfe, for the larger 
or {maller Stock that is kept in his 
Neighbourhood. They think, it feems, 
that every Flower they fee, is a never- 
failing Cruife of Honey. Let me here 
acknowledge the Bounty of our Crea- 
tor, and with due Thankfulnefs and 
Admiration confefs, that, in fome 
Senfe, it is fo: For when a Bee, with 
its little lambent Trunk, has cleared a 
Flower of all its pre/ent Store, another 
comes, ‘tis likely, in lefs than a Mi- 
nute, and finds /omething: For the 
delicious Juice is continually {weating 
through the Pores of the Plant. But, 
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