More dropping off,--but places much as before.
FIFTY YEARS.

Race over.

All that are on the course are coming in at a walk; no more running.

Who is ahead?
Ahead?
What! and the winning-post a slab of white or gray stone standing out from that turf where there is no more jockeying or straining for victory! Well, the world marks their places in its betting-book; but be sure that these matter very little, if they have run as well as they knew how! -- Did I not say to you a little while ago that the universe swam in an ocean of similitudes and analogies?
I will not quote Cowley, or Burns, or Wordsworth, just now, to show you what thoughts were suggested to them by the simplest natural objects, such as a flower or a leaf; but I will read you a few lines, if you do not object, suggested by looking at a section of one of those chambered shells to which is given the name of Pearly Nautilus.

We need not trouble ourselves about the distinction between this and the Paper Nautilus, the Argonauta of the ancients.