Faith bids us be of good cheer. Long ago, that old Greek studied
the mental operations of a bee, with brain not as large as a
pinhead. Here is a little bee, that organizes a city, that
builds ten thousand cells for honey, twelve thousand cells for
larvæ, a holy of holies for the mother queen; a little bee that
observes the increasing heat and when the wax may melt and the
honey be lost, organizes the swarm into squads, puts sentinels
at the entrances, glues the feet down, and then with flying
wings, creates a system of ventilation to cool the honey, that
makes an electric fan seem tawdry--a little honey-bee that will
include twenty square miles in the field over whose flowers
it has oversight. But if a tiny brain in a bee performs such
wonders providential, who are you, that you should question the
guidance of God? Lift up your eyes, and behold the hand that
supports these stars, without pillars, the God who guides the
planets without collision. Away with fear! (Text.)--N. D.
HILLIS.
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