BRAMPTON-AMONG-THE-EOSES.
 tell the story of the old rose-tree in her own simple
 way, and how she talked to the bees and other insects
 when she was a little child, she would be teaching a
 lesson of kindness and mercy to other children that
 would cause them never to be cruel to the humblest of
 God's dumb creatures.
 But her own meditations when alone in the old
 garden were such as seldom find a place in the mind
 of a child, for she listened attentively to all the old
 gardener's remarks, and treasured them up in her
 memory, and they guided her in many a research which
 otherwise she would have never made, and drew her
 nearer the Great Creator while contemplating His
 works.
 The good curate told me how much he had been
 amused and delighted while listening to her pleasant
 prattle, for hardly a bird or insect moved about her
 but what she had something to say of their habits.
 When the bee murmured a good deal to itself and
 flew about, she called it grumbling," and used to
 fancy she knew why it complained-that it had been
 found fault with in the hive by the Queen Bee; and that
 as she had so many faithful subjects, whose stings
 were out in a moment if a buzz was heard against
 Her Majesty, he said what he had got to say to
 himself when out hunting for honey, especially when
 so many flowers were not to be found as he met
 with in spring and summer, and that he went
 flying about, saying to himself, "I don't like going
 back to the hive without a good load of honey, for I
 fancied our Queen Bee looked rather black at me when
 I emptied out what I brought back the last journey,
 which wasn't much; but if she only had a fly
 out before the hive swarmed, she would see what
a few flowers there are that yield honey. In summer