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32 THE FABLES OF LA FONTAINE. Save that around this honeycomb There had been seen, as if at home, Some longish, brownish, buzzing creatures, Much like the bees in wings and features. But what of that? for marks the same, The hornets, too, could truly claim. Between assertion and denial, The wasp, in doubt, proclaimed new trial ; And, hearing what an ant-hill swore, Could see no clearer than before. 'What use, I pray, of this expense?' At last exclaimed a bee of sense.

  • We 've laboured months in this afifair,

And now are only where we were. Meanwhile the honey runs to waste : 'T is time the judge should show some haste. The parties, sure, have had sufficient bleeding, Without more fuss of scrawls and pleading. Let 's set ourselves at work, these drones and we, And then all eyes the truth may plainly see, Whose art it is that can produce The magic cells, the nectar juice.' The hornets, flinching on their part, Show that the work transcends their art. The wasp at length their title sees, And gives the honey to the bees. Would God that suits at law with us Might all be managed thus !