Shakespeare, Dulac, Rackham, Beatrix Potter and Babbitty Bees

This is a self-indulgent, heady combination of people I love! Beautiful words and images arising from sensitive, accurate observations and appreciation of the natural world.  Shakespeare and Beatrix Potter, creators of magical worlds and Edmund Dulac and Arthur Rackham, the very best of fairy illustrators.

Shakespeare’s bees I am an unashamed fan of both “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” and “The Tempest”. During my blog break, in between trying to organise things for the exhibition I went back to look at these two wonderful plays and their mention of bees.

When I was a child I was fascinated by my grandmother’s tiny house which was full of books. There were many small cheap editions of the classics which included the easy reader version of  Lamb’s Tales of Shakespeare where I first encountered these magical fairie worlds.

There are many references to bees in Shakespeare but probably the most famous is Ariel’s song from the Tempest Act Five, Scene 1

“Ariel:          Where the bee sucks, there suck I,
in a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch, when owls do cry.
On a bat’s back I do fly
after summer merrily, merrily shall I live now,
under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Shall I live now

Edmund Dulac’s illustration of Ariel living his freedom is sublime,  in the quality of the botanical observation and the spirit of the words and of course the virtuoso handling of watercolour.

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In “A Midsummer Nights Dream”  Titania requests that the fairies look after her new love the Donkey headed Bottom,

“Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes,”

Later in ACT IV, Scene 1 Bottom revels in his new status and requests of Cobweb:

“Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your
weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped
humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good
mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag.”

Here is the incomparable Arthur Rackham’s illustration for the passage:

The “red hipped Humble Bee” in question which Shakespeare refers to might well be Bombus lapidarius as he refers in other plays to the “red tailed Humble Bee”.

Rackham’s interpretation shows a white tail, which is sometimes the case with both lapidarius and lucorum but probably not to that extent. However I am not one of the joyless ones who like to niggle, I just revel in the gorgeous pen drawing of the thistle.
There was an understanding in Shakespeare’s time that bees collected both wax and honey from flowers but he would know that bumble bees carry honey in a separate honey stomach, more than the honey bee due to their size.

In fact on a rather gruesome note, Gilbert White in Letter XXVII To The Honourable Daines Barrington December 12, 1775, mentions a simple boy who would eat bees for their honey.
It’s a very curious passage written in a matter of fact way but not without some sympathy for the boy’s condition. You can read more here in Project Gutenberg Etext of The Natural History of Selborne.

Beatrix Potter. Wizz, zizz and Babbitty

But away from all that to the charm and beauty of Beatrix Potter Anyone who knows anything about her is already aware that she was a very fine natural history observer and painter as well as the writer and illustrator of her wonderful books.
Here is a set of drawings including some bees. see the beautiful big aforementioned Bombus lapidarius on the left.

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You can see this and more of her beautiful work at the V and A’s site here in an article about her entitled “Beauty in the Detail

“She used a fine, dry brush to define meticulously and minutely the anatomy of even the most delicate specimens. Fascination with scientific accuracy underpins Potter’s artistic technique, a bee, beetle, butterfly, ladybird and spider enjoy supporting roles in The Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse. Potter observed them, and her ‘ most terribly tidy particular little mouse’ with astonishing attention to detail.”

And here, indeed is the wonderful Mrs Babbitty Bumble from the Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse.
Poor Mrs Tittlemouse who only wants a neat and tidy house is beset by bugs..and the ultimate is finding the mossy nest of bumblebees in her larder.

I am not in the habit of letting lodgings, this is an intrusion”

she says and enlists the help of the muddy footed toad Mr. Jackson who will do anything for a little dish of honey!

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Mr Jackson it appears eats one of the other unwelcome guest hiding in the plate rack, ( a woodlouse I think ) but draws the line at the Bumble bee. About to take a bite he puts her down “I do not like bumble bees, they are all over bristles”

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But he does help  Mrs Tittlemouse  to restore order and is rewarded with acorn cups of honey.. and all is well.. but I think the bumblebees had to find another home!

You can read the spreads yourself at Childrensbooksonline , but these, above, are taken from on old book belonging to Chris.

We only have a few things in the apartment here and Chris travels very light, but there are 3 Beatrix Potter books in the book case, they were his as a child and read by his children too.

There is nothing nicer than an old book passed down from generation to generation is there? I appreciate a fine pristine first edition  but I do love old books, love to see their previous owners names, love the grubby thumbed pages of much loved and well used favourite volume.

I recently picked up an old rather tatty volume of Sladens “Humble bee” which I had ordered from the local library. The librarian apologised for the condition it was in.. “But” I said, “it’s the contents .. it’s all about the contents .. isn’t it?”
It’s exactly how I feel about people too..

A final thought for all you beekeepers this coming year, old and new.. May your “singing masons be busy building roofs of gold”  Shakespeare’s Henry V, Act 1 Scene 2.

Leaf of the Day: Midsummer`s Eve and the Fishtail Sword Fern

I could fill pages and pages of this blog with gorgeous images, superstitions, poetry and folklore about this magical and unruly night. The night of the faeries in all their whimsy, mischief and malevolence. If ever I had childish dreams of being an actress it was ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ that had me enthralled. The problem with attending an all girls school of course is that someone has to play the male roles…and someone has to play Bottom. My teacher said it was a key role and needed the talents of a fine actress…Ah well ..it was better than being a voice off stage and I got to make my very own lovely papier mache head.


Arthur Rackham, ‘Titania and Bottom’

I was steeped in fairy stories as a child having constantly read two ancient and now crumbling books of Old English Fairy Tales illustrated by J D Batten. If I had to trace back the real roots of my love of illustration, black and white images, and storytelling it has to be these two volumes of dark and cautionary tales where every narrative is heavily laden with the dire consequences of taking the ‘wrong road’ in every sense.


Robert Edward Hughes ‘Midsummer Night’

The 23rd of June is the old Midsummer’s Eve and the night of the year when ‘faerie’ spirits are especially powerful and flowers gathered on Midsummer’s Eve can work magic. Puck uses pansy juice as a love potion to wreak some romantic havoc (see also my post on pansies.) Cutting a rose on Midsummer’s Eve drying it, and then wearing it on New Year’s Eve will draw the attention of the young man you are destined to marry. Wear some thyme, scatter thistles round your cows to stop the faeries stealing the milk, …. and too many others to list.
A very well known practice was the sowing of hemp seed in order to then acquire a lover.

At eve last midsummer no sleep I sought,
But to the field a bag of hemp-seed brought;
I scatter’d round the seed on every side,
And three times in a trembling accent cried, —
“This hemp-seed with my virgin hands I sow,
Who shall my true love be, the crop shall mow.”
I straight look’d back, and, if my eyes speak truth,
With his keen scythe behind me came the youth.

From John Gay’s The Shepherd’s Week, in Six Pastorals, first published in London, 1714.

A particularly chilling practice was recorded by Robert Hunt

If a young unmarried woman stands at midnight on midsummer-eve in the porch of the parish church, she will see, passing by in procession, every one who will die in the parish during the year. This is so serious an affair that it is not, I believe, often tried. I have, however, heard of young women who have made the experiment. But every one of the stories relates that, coming last in the procession, they have seen shadows of themselves; that from that day forward they have pined, and ere midsummer has again come round, that they have been laid to rest in the village graveyard.

Robert Hunt ” The Drolls, Traditions, and Superstitions of Old Cornwall” 1871.

Images of fairies abound but none have really captured the strangeness and sense of ‘other’ as well the Victorian painters whose engagement with this world brought us some strange and wonderful works. For me one of the most compelling has to be Richards Dadd’s “Fairy Fellas Masterstroke”.. here is all the strangeness of fairyland rendered in meticulous detail in a painting containing all the unease of a restless laudanum induced sleep and harking back to the nightmare lands of Hieronymus Bosch.

I will be coming back to this painting in more depth..it needs to be looked at in detail, both the painter and the painting are fascinating and it has some interesting things to say, about plants as much as fairies.

But let’s leave the dark side and let’s be reassured that the true spirit of beauty and grace is still alive and well and that Shakespeare’s heroine has found her most sublime embodiment in none other than the lovely Barbie..
At Amazon from a mere 139 dollars, New or “Used” (.. oh dear.. the mind boggles)…a collectors edition..
“Barbie is ethereal as Titania, Queen of the Fairies, from the ballet “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” Barbie has long golden curling hair decorated with flowers. Her frothy costume is shimmering blue-green taffeta with a full tutu skirt in blue, green and pink. With tiny “wings” of taffeta, she appears to float. Tiny purple ballet slippers on her pointed toes let her dance into your heart.”

This gorgeous silver label creature is awarded stars based on these telling criteria, “Fun” (oh dear) .. “Durability ( oh dear god no ) and “Educational” ( ?).
Satisfied customers are ecstatic and I am empathetic…

I am glad that she rates a full five stars for educational value for ‘the link to Shakespeare’s play Midsummer Nights Dream, and the chance to learn the play’
I am sad that ” they did not give her Elven ears!.. after all she is the queen of the fairies! “ ( which I first read as eleven ears and whoops! .. the product development team not attending to details here!!)
I am enchanted by her “Her rooted eyelashes and glittery eyeshadow which emphasize her lovely face. ” and ” the unique shape of her wings and the many layers of her fluffy tutu”
I am charmed by her “Classic sur la pointe pose in the toe shoes”

I am lost for words….

Carolyn, this will bring back fond memories of our bizarre former employment and Rebecca, you really need to get one of these as a visual aid for your students.

As for the drawing how can I compete.. but ferns play a big part in these Midsummer Eve superstitions. According to legend if you sprinkle some of the “seeds” in your shoes you will be able to achieve invisibility. and the same seeds are said to protect from evil spirits. Most interestingly, if you find the yellow golden fern flower, which allegedly blooms at midnight on Midsummer’s Eve, you will be guided to treasure either by just throwing it in the air or climbing a mountain holding the flower.. Hmmm…well I won’t be staying up… but I will sprinkle some of the tiny spores into my purse to help the money situation!
Here is a drawing of just one fern leaflet of the beautiful Nephrolepis falcata, the Fishtail Sword Fern. This is a very handsome fern with these big divided leaflets. This one has the sori .. shown as little bumps on the surface and more noticeable on the reverse.

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The Fish Tale Sword Fern

Leaf of the Day: Kmart Pansy

Today my first coloured flower. A pretty pansy from Kmart after the exotic, if a bit gruesome, carrion cactus.
How can you not be completely charmed by these delicate and exquisitely coloured flowers. Their serious little nodding faces giving them their name and meaning, from the French “pensee“, thought. We take them for granted in some ways because they are common and fairly hardy. There are a few struggling for survival in a nearby apartment block garden and I really want to rush out one night with a trowel and gather them all up for some TLC.

Modern pansies are related to the little blue violas which had been cultivated in Greece since the 4th Century B.C, mainly for medicinal purposes. The pansy, as we know it, was developed by Admiral Lord Gambier and his gardener William Thompson on the Gambier estate at Iver, Buckinghamshire in the 1800s. They crossed various violas gradually encouraging more pleasing patterns and larger blooms. The familiar blotch that gives the pansy much of its character was chance seedling which was developed into the variety Medora in 1839.
A darling of the Victorians, the pansy was celebrated in poetry, literature and the “Language of Flowers”. Giving a bunch of flowers would became a minefield of innuendo and be heavy with significance. I am sure that many a budding romance must have been stopped dead in its tracks by the inclusion of an inappropriate flower.

Of course flowers were metaphors for the human condition well before the Victorian era. The significance of Shakespeare’s references to flowers would have been easily understood by his audience.
Here is the wild pansy in Ophelia’s famous “garland” speech from Hamlet:

“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.
Pray you, love, remember.
And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts,
There’s fennel for you, and columbines.
There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me;
we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays.
O, you must wear your rue with a difference.
There’s a daisy.
I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died;
they say he made a good end.”

In “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” Oberon drops a potion of wild pansy onto the eyelids of the sleeping Titania, he asks Puck to assist.

“Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew’d thee once:
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.”

Everyone should have some of these sweet flowers, and love and cherish them.
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Pansy