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because we cannot help instituting comparisons between our present



and former selves by the aid of those who were what we were, but

are not what we are. Nothing strikes one more, in the race of



life, than to see how many give out in the first half of the

course. "Commencement day" always reminds me of the start for the



"Derby," when the beautiful high-bred three-year olds of the season

are brought up for trial. That day is the start, and life is the



race. Here we are at Cambridge, and a class is just "graduating."

Poor Harry! he was to have been there too, but he has paid forfeit;



step out here into the grass back of the church; ah! there it is:-

"HUNC LAPIDEM POSUERUNT



SOCII MOERENTES."

But this is the start, and here they are, - coats bright as silk,



and manes as smooth as EAU LUSTRALE can make them. Some of the

best of the colts are pranced round, a few minutes each, to show



their paces. What is that old gentleman crying about? and the old

lady by him, and the three girls, what are they all covering their



eyes for? Oh, that is THEIR colt which has just been trotted up on

the stage. Do they really think those little thin legs can do



anything in such a slashing sweepstakes as is coming off in these

next forty years? Oh, this terrible gift of second-sight that



comes to some of us when we begin to look through the silvered

rings of the ARCUS SENILIS!



TEN YEARS GONE. First turn in the race. A few broken down; two or

three bolted. Several show in advance of the ruck. CASSOCK, a



black colt, seems to be ahead of the rest; those black colts

commonly get the start, I have noticed, of the others, in the first



quarter. METEOR has pulled up.

TWENTY YEARS. Second corner turned. CASSOCK has dropped from the



front, and JUDEX, an iron-gray, has the lead. But look! how they

have thinned out! Down flat, - five, - six, - how many? They lie



still enough! they will not get up again in this race, be very

sure! And the rest of them, what a "tailing off"! Anybody can see



who is going to win, - perhaps.

THIRTY YEARS. Third corner turned. DIVES, bright sorrel, ridden



by the fellow in a yellow jacket, begins to make play fast; is

getting to be the favourite with many. But who is that other one



that has been lengthening his stride from the first, and now shows

close up to the front? Don't you remember the quiet brown colt



ASTEROID, with the star in his forehead? That is he; he is one of

the sort that lasts; look out for him! The black "colt," as we



used to call him, is in the background, taking it easily in a

gentle trot. There is one they used to call THE FILLY, on account



of a certain feminine air he had; well up, you see; the Filly is

not to be despised my boy!



FORTY YEARS. 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. The name applied to both

shows that each has long been compared to a ship, as you may see



more fully in Webster's Dictionary, or the "Encyclopedia," to which

he refers. If you will look into Roget's Bridgewater Treatise, you



will find a figure of one of these shells, and a section of it.

The last will show you the series of enlarging compartments



successively dwelt in by the animal that inhabits the shell, which

is built in a widening spiral. Can you find no lesson in this?



THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,






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