[199] Bonnet, x. 259.
[200] Bibl. Nat. i. 221. b. ed. Hill.
[201] Reaum. v. 503—.
[202] Huber, i. 24—.
[203] Ibid. 37—.
[204] Huber, i. 195.
[205] Huber, i. 199.
[206] Vol. I. [376]— and [487]—
[207] The following beautiful lines by Professor Smyth are extremely applicable to this part of a bee's labours:
"Thou cheerful Bee! come, freely come,
And travel round my woodbine bower!
Delight me with thy wandering hum,
And rouse me from my musing hour;
Oh! try no more those tedious fields,
Come taste the sweets my garden yields:
The treasures of each blooming mine,
The bud, the blossom,—all are thine.