"FLY FORTH, DEAR BEE, 'TIS MORN, FLY FORTH."--_Page 11._--I shall be obliged to any one of my many friends, skilled in Musical Composition, if they will set this original Bee song. The prelude and refrain offer a fine opportunity for a Buzz-a-Buzz effect. On receipt of a satisfactory production I will forward to the Composer a bound copy of _Buzz-a-Buzz_, with the translator's autograph. Inestimable reward! JOHN DULL SITS WAITING FOR A SWARM.--_Page 11._--as I have done for many an hour, and lost the swarm after all. John Dull drops asleep whilst watching. I have often ceased watching just as the swarm was about to rise. The Bees choose their own time, which is not always that which the Bee master would for them. But the whole subject of swarming, and how to regulate it, or prevent it, will be fully treated of in the forthcoming second edition of "My Bee Book." "THIS HONEY THIEF, THIS BEE-I-CIDE."--_Page 14._--This latter word is the invention of the learned Doctor Cumming, the Times' Bee-master. See a most stunning article on his Bee-Book in the Saturday Review, the second or third number for December, 1864. The proverbial thickness of a Scotchman's skin can alone have preserved him from dying from the effects of this stinging article. "Docte Commenas utriusque linquoe" say I. "CULL A CROCUS AND AN AURICULA."--_Page 17._--The last word was indeed a difficult one to hitch into rhyme. It has, however, been, I think, successfully overcome. I might have added another line, and made a triplet, "Flowers which her Richard loved particular," but I had compassion on the ears of my readers. "THE PLACE I CANNOT MORE DEFINE, "WITHIN THE LIMITS OF A LINE."--_Page 19._ I well remember, when an Eton boy, walking in the playing fields with a late revered and beloved prelate, then a Fellow of Eton, whose memory is dear to every Etonian who knew him, as that of a kind friend and finished scholar,--such as alas! seem extinct in these degenerate days. He was living in a picturesque old house, "The Warf," now destroyed, that his two sons, then at Eton, might still have the benefit of home associations. His daughters, and their French governess, accompanied us in this well-remembered stroll. Mademoiselle was very curious as to how the Eton boys were punished. She wanted all the details, and asked if they were whipped on their backs. The question made us all look foolish, but Dr. L. with a twinkle of his eyes, which marked his appreciation of the _situation_, answered, "A little lower down, Mademoiselle, a little lower down."