Morning journal and courier., 1880-06-25

tatOeS or ms own ptan6lng, ana never spends so much as a sou upon mug of beer. Every Sunday he goes to mass in the town, after which he proceeds to the house of his lady love- to ask if she is married or likely to be. On receiving 8 response in the negative he pIods contentedly homeward and starts out afresh to his toil on the morrow. This life has continued now for full four years. Up to the present time he has discovered three important springs each of which he sold for $5, 900, but, though now possessed of what for man in his condition in life is wealth, he abates none of the hardships of his existence. He has one idea, namely, to become the pos sessor of fortune sufficient to enable him to claim the hand of the object of his blind pas sion. Yet no one who knows the parties ever imagines that the young lady will ever consent to marry him. She is now twenty years of age, and is pretty, refined and ae- compished, while he is a coarse, unlettered peasant, without even physical comeliness, as-he is short and thick-set, with broad, stolid countenance. What will be the end of this dream, wonder? Will he go mad or break his heart the day he finds his beloved either married or betrothed? Or will he die some day of privation and overwork, with a vision of success before his eyes.
 The st1nger of the Rumble Bee.
 Did you ever stop to consider the immense power possessed by humble beef An in sect weighing no more than tenth of an  ing 25O pounds from bench in the public park and then have lots of sting material left Just think of it The stinger of the bee is not near as large as the finest needle, but such is the force that 1t can be driven through heavy pants cloth, backed by merlno drawers, and into the flesh about sixteen feet. If man could wield crowbar ln comparl- son he could drive it through seven sawmills and a distillery at one blow. Nature could not give the bee teeth and claws without spoll- ing its beauty and in compensation she gave him this stinger as a weapon to attack ana defend. If the bee had no weapon, ants, beetles and bugs could cuff him around as they pleased, but as it is, he is the boss of the walk, and won't take word from any of them.
 The humble bee is not naturally of a quar- relsome disposition, but he can't sit down over half an hour without feeling as if some one was doing him a great wrong. If left to himself, he will crawl up your coat-sleeve, look around, and crawl down and go about his business but if welcomed with blow between the eyes, he is going to be revenged if he breaks leg. He invariably closes h1s eyes when he stings, and you have only to look bee square in the face to see when ne IS fooling around and when he means If per cent per annum.
 The hayfield is a favorite resort of the bum bIe bee, but you can find him almost any where else if you try hard. Having no pair of long hind legs, he cannot build his nest In a marsh like frog; and having no beak ln which to carry straw he cannot rest in a tree like bird. He therefore takes to the grass, and under the roots of old stump or among pile of old rails he rears his gentle young, and gives them printed instructions to the difference between stinging s1x-inch stove pipes and runaway boys. The knoWl- edge of old bees is powerful. They know where the school-house is. They know when the school is out. They can sail miles away from home, get in their work on farmers son wedding out corn, and return home with out missing fence corner, or in need Of an afternoonsnap. As rule they are early r1s- CTS. Barefooted boys driving up their COWS at daylight will find the humble bee out of bed and ready to begin the arduous labors of the day. Along about sundown he quits work counts noses to see if the family are all in, and then slows himself away for night of calm and peaceful repose.
 The legs of the humble bee are very crook ed This seems too bad at first sight, but you will soon discover that nature was level headed His legs were thus shaped to enable him to hang to the brim of boys straw hat. Were his legs straight he could not walk fence rail in high wind, nor could he turn around after reaching the top of a mullein stalk. The stripes on a bee look like a waste of material, but such is not the case. They furnish an extra covering over his ribs to kuep the frosty air off, and they stiffen his spinal column in his flights through the air.
 A humble bee can fly at the rate of twenty miles an hour, if he wants to, but there is no cause for him to fly faster than a boy can run. He sometimes lives to be three years old and is sometimes stricken down before he has travelled at all. His life is a precari- ous one. He may farmer out of hay field to-day, and be the big tree in the nest, and tomorrow a country school ma'am may Il IL L . AT.4l, ing in natural history weighs more for his size than the bee, and nothing in science ! works easier without cog-wheels or rubber rollers than this stinger. It is always ready, never out of repair and satisfaction (to the bee) is guaranteed in every case.