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My find of moon-jelly eggs and new-hatched 

 larvae is ensconced in the tanks of my laboratory. 

 It is now several days since I came across the 

 gravid mothers carried along on that memorable 

 tide. 



The weather without is propitious for work 

 neither on the water nor on the beach. Throughout 

 the previous night, the bellowing of the siren on 

 Execution Rock, and the intermittent booming of 

 boat-horns on the Sound, were continuously 

 wafted on the ever-shifting currents of the air. 

 The morning broke darkly; and a gray, gusty, 

 drizzling day prevails. 



Still, it is not without profit that I am obliged 

 perforce to remain within. It is withal an oppor- 

 tune period for observation under the sheltering 

 roof of my workroom; it is, in truth, on this day 

 that I am diverted by a sight which is the starting 

 of that momentous series of observations whereby 

 I am finally to obtain the full life history of 

 Aurelia from the egg to the adult. 



My first glance at the tanks on one of the well- 



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