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Updated: May 12, 2025
"While the wind was roaring without Raesel sat with her head on her hands listening attentively. "'Father, said she, 'I think at the end of the apiary the third hive on the right is still open. Go and see. The wind blows from the north; all the bees are home; you can shut the hive. "And her father having gone out by a side door, when he returned he said
"Then the mighty nature of the Alps seemed to me to have grown young again; the heather, the tall pines, the old chestnut-trees dripping with dew, shone with vigorous health; there was something in the view of them joyous, smiling, and serious all at once. One felt the hand of God was in it all His eternity. "I went downstairs lost in thought; Raesel was already in the apiary.
For Him nothing is impossible. Every day, every instant of our lives reveals to us His magnificence. "While I was lost in these enthusiastic reflections, Raesel addressed me with a quiet smile. "'Sir, said she. "'What, my child? "'You are very much surprised at me, and you are not the first person who has been so.
"But the face of their little daughter Raesel was still more touching. I think I can see her now, with her flat horsehair cap and watered black silk ribbons, her trim bodice and broad blue sash down to her knees, her little white hands crossed in the attitude of a dreamer, her long fair curls all that was graceful, slender, and ethereal in nature.
If you knew how it grieves me when the time comes for robbing them of their wax and their honey! "'I believe you, my child I believe it does. "My delight at this wonderful discovery was boundless. "Two days longer Raesel entertained me with a description of her impressions.
The hives were arranged on three shelves. "Raesel went from one to the other, patting them, and murmuring "'Have a little patience; there is too much mist this morning. Ah! the greedy ones, how they grumble! "And we could hear a vague humming inside the hive, which increased in intensity until she had passed. "That awoke all my curiosity once more.
"The cottage was inhabited by Walter Young, his wife Catherine, and little Raesel, their only daughter.
"They remained on the terrace until I reached the road. "Thrice I turned round and waved my cap, and they responded by waving their hands. "Good people; why cannot we meet with such every day? "Little Raesel accompanied me to the foot of the mountain, as she had promised.
"'I promise you, Raesel, I promise you I will not, I said with tears in my eyes, 'and, moreover, I promise you never to kill a bee or any other insect except those which do harm. "'They are the eyes of the Lord, she murmured. 'I can only see by my own poor bees, but He has every hive, every ant's nest, every leaf, every blade of grass.
"And so Raesel used to repeat to me endless conversations of this sort. It was marvellous! If you only heard her you would be capable of falling in love with a dogrose, or of feeling a lively sympathy and a profound sentiment of compassion for a violet, its misfortunes and its silent sufferings. "What more can I tell you, ladies?
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