In a Glass Unicomb Hive,--which we shall hereinafter describe,--all the movements of the queen-bee may be traced; she may be seen thrusting her head into a cell to discover whether it be occupied with an egg or honey, and if empty, she turns round in a dignified manner and inserts her long body--so long, that she is able to deposit the egg at the bottom of the cell; she then passes on to another, and so continues industriously multiplying her laborious subjects. It not unfrequently happens when the queen is prolific, and if it be an early season, that many eggs are wasted for want of unoccupied cells; for in that case the queen leaves them exposed at the bottom of the hive when they are greedily devoured by the bees. The queen-bee, unlike the great majority of her subjects, is a stayer at home; generally speaking, she only quits the hive twice in her life. The first occasion is on the all-important day of her marriage, which always takes place at a great height in the air, and generally on the second or third day of her princess-life; she never afterwards leaves the hive, except to lead off an emigrating swarm. Evans, with proper loyalty, has duly furnished a glowing epithalamium for the queen-bee:--thus. When noon-tide Sirius glares on high, Young love ascends the glowing sky, From vein to vein swift shoots prolific fire. And thrills each insect fibre with desire; Then Nature to fulfil thy prime decree, Wheels round in wanton rings, the courtier Bee; Now shyly distant, now with bolder air, He woos and wins the all-complying fair; Through fields of ether, veiled in vap'ry gloom They seek, with amorous haste, the nuptial room; As erst the immortal pair, on Ida's height, wreath'd round their noon of joy, ambrosial night, The loyalty and attachment of bees to their queen is one of their most remarkable characteristics; they constantly supply her with food, and fawn upon and caress her, softly touching her with their antennæ, a favour which she occasionally returns. When she moves about the hive, all the bees through whom she successively passes pay her the same homage; those whom she leaves behind in her track close together, and resume their accustomed occupations. The majestic deportment of the queen-bee and the homage paid to her is, with a little poetic license, thus described by Evans:-- But mark of royal port and awful mien. Where moves with measured pace the insect Queen! Twelve chosen guards, with slow and solemn gait. Bend at her nod, and round her person wait.