The Swarm 
in their cells the young queens that still 
are inert, and, at the same time, if nymphs 
and larve abound, to enlarge the store- 
houses and dormitories of the nation, for 
this unprofitable tumult instantaneously to 
subside, work to be at once resumed, and 
the flowers revisited; while the old queen, 
who now is essential again, having no suc- 
cessor to hope for, or perhaps to fear, will 
renounce for this year her desire for the 
light of the sun. Reassured as to the future 
of the activity that will soon spring into life, 
she will tranquilly resume her maternal 
work, which consists in the laying of 
two or three thousand eggs a day, as she 
passes, in methodical spirals, from cell to 
cell, omitting none, and never pausing to 
rest. 
Where is the fatality here, save in the 
love of the race of to-day for the race of to- 
morrow? ‘This fatality exists in the human 
species also, but its extent and power seem 
infinitely less. Among men it never gives 
rise to sacrifices as great, as unanimous, 
or as complete. What far-seeing fatality, 
taking the place of this one, do we ourselves 
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