CHARLES GRANDISON.
LETTER XXVII.
William to his Mother.
We went yesterday with Dr. Bartlett to visit a farm-house, where there are some bee-hives. I had often heard of bees, but I never saw them work before. What wonderful little creatures! but I will give you our conversation.
EMILIA.
Will not these bees hurt us, Sir?
DR. BARTLETT.
No. But we must not make any violent noise; we must approach them softly. Look, you may imagine you view a whole city, well peopled; where every one does his best to earn a subsistence in an honest way; none here stand idle. What a lesson for the sluggard who wastes his time in idleness, and is a burden to himself and others.
EMILIA.
Have they made those little holes entirely themselves?
DR. BARTLETT.