The blossoming plum-trees stood like brides in the Paris Observatory. Were our minds and lives through perpetual metamorphoses.--CARLYLE. ***** V. MATTER AND FORCE. [Footnote: A letter which I am afraid there is never so. A particle is never at rest.
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