I never could endure bees, because they sting; but for the future I will love them. DR. BARTLETT. Do so, and remember that there are many other things which you despise, only because you cannot discern their use, or have not thought about it. EMILIA. What kind of an understanding have the bees? DR. BARTLETT. We distinguish it by the name of instinct. It is instilled at once; and does not grow gradually, and improve as our faculties, if properly employed, always will. WILLIAM. Are there no means to enable men to procure honey? for they see the bees collect it from the flowers and herbs. DR. BARTLETT. No certainly. We will look at a bee through the microscope, and then you will discover the instrument, with which they collect their treasure; an instrument which all the art of man cannot prepare. Dr. Bartlett said very true; we took a bee home, and looked at it through our glass—I wish I could give you a description of it; but you shall see it in my microscope, when we meet in your little room, which I think of with more pleasure than the sight of the finest English house ever inspired. WILLIAM. LETTER XXVIII. WILLIAM _to his_ MOTHER. Oh! my dear mother, my friend Charles has scalded his leg, and cannot walk. Edward, who always does things rashly, was the occasion of it, by throwing down a kettle of boiling water. But I never saw such patience, such goodness as Charles possesses. Instead of being angry, he, on the contrary, concealed the pain he felt. It is nothing, said he, it has not hurt me much, do not make yourself uneasy Edward. But we soon perceived how it was, for his leg swelled so suddenly, they were obliged to cut his stocking, before they could get it off. Emilia began to cry, and upbraid Edward for his carelessness; and thoughtlessly wished he had scalded himself. Charles interrupted her; I do not wish any one to suffer, said he; be composed, dear sister, my leg will not, I hope, be much the worse. Edward did not do it on purpose, it was an accident; reproaches cannot mend the matter; and if it was worse we ought rather to encourage each other. He then sent for the house-keeper, and requested her to dress it—and hearing Dr. Bartlett’s foot-step, entreated his sister not to mention Edward as the cause of the accident; your anger, he added, gives me more pain than the scald.