As I passed through a glade of trees upon a summer’s day I heard the hum of bees. Ah! thought I, there is sweetness near! Presently I smelt the lime, the odor of the flowers that had attracted the bees. They did not stop at the other trees, but made direct for their favorite. What a bright little lesson, Christian, for us. Are we sought after because there is the savor of Christ in us, or are we passed by like the scentless trees?