From the Richmond Whig, 6/6/1865
A BEE'S NEST IN A MAN'S HEAD. - Some visitors to the
battle-field of the Seven Pines last week picked up a remarkably well-developed
skull, in which a colony of bees had built their home. It was evidently a last
year's nest, for the bees were gone though the nest remained perfect. A
soliloquy as touching as that pronounced by Hamlet over the skull of Yorick
might be suggested by this skull, and the strange incident of it becoming the
habitation of bees. Whose skull was it? Nobody knows. Yet somebody once knew the
owner of it well, and some heart broke when he came not back from the battle.
That skull, that once, perchance, was animated by rare intelligence; that
intelligence gone, becomes the resting place of bees!
“To what base uses may we come at last.”