. British bee journal & bee-keepers adviser. Bees. Jan. 29, 1914] THE BRITISH BEE JOURNAL. 43 one of these toilers, resting on the shaft of his implement, came out boldly against the growing shadows. Then I knew from this shoulder-bent figure where Millais had found his study and conceived his " ; Paris ! Why, who does not know Paris by heart. We dine in the evening in London, and have a comfortable early morning breakfast in the French capital. Nothing more easv. Equally easy, Pari- sians return us the visit. Why do so many go to Paris ? For life, for gaiety, for fashion
. British bee journal & bee-keepers adviser. Bees. Jan. 29, 1914] THE BRITISH BEE JOURNAL. 43 one of these toilers, resting on the shaft of his implement, came out boldly against the growing shadows. Then I knew from this shoulder-bent figure where Millais had found his study and conceived his " ; Paris ! Why, who does not know Paris by heart. We dine in the evening in London, and have a comfortable early morning breakfast in the French capital. Nothing more easv. Equally easy, Pari- sians return us the visit. Why do so many go to Paris ? For life, for gaiety, for fashion? She excels in the sciences, in art, in music, in drama, in all the refine- Director of the School of Apiculture in Paris and the editor of the French bee journal, //Apiculture. Unfortunately, we are un- able to keep the appointment, so we wend our way to the Luxembourg, in the gardens of which the school is situated. A motor-'bus from the Place Chatelet lands us at the gate, and a winding walk brings us to the "Butcher Ecole," the apiary school, as is our own at the Zoo. Raise your hat! Yonder, on its trestle- table, is " Huber's hive," the very hive he used when making those experiments and studying those (at that time) mysteries of bee life which mark the boundary. Hl'BER S HIVE. ments of luxury. Yes, this is Paris la 'Sire n <â as most of us look at her. But come with me up the hill of Montmartre; come with me on the other side of the river, the cote gaiuhe, on to' the streets at the back of Notre Dame, to the Faubourg St. Antoine, to beyonel the Bastille, the Rue de Temple, and I'll show you slums which shall ecpial the most squalid East-end Lon- elon slums, and there are but few of those which I do not ken. Yet again, I will take you and point out with my stick the paving-stones which even within my knowledge were piled with corpses, and the gutters that ran with human blood to the light of burning houses and the ping of rifles. This is Paris la P
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