Uncle Dick and Lisa's Old Time Animal Tales

A correspondent of an English paper transmits the following: On Sunday morning last I had the pleasure of witnessing a most interesting ceremony, which I desire to record for the benefit of your readers. Whilst walking with a friend in a garden near Falkirk, we observed two bees issuing from one of the hives, bearing between them the body of a defunct comrade, with which they flew for a distance of ten yards. We followed them closely, and noted the care with which they selected a convenient hole at the side of the gravel walk-the tenderness with which they committed the body, head downward, to the earth-and the solicitude with which they afterward pushed against it two little stones, doubtless ‘in memorandum.’ Their task being ended, they paused for about a minute, perhaps to drop over the grave of their friend a sympathizing tear, when they flew away, and, as John Bunyan says in his dream, “I saw them no more.”