The Foundation of the City 
wax; neither guiding-mark nor point of 
support. There is only the dreary emp- 
tiness of an enormous monument that has 
nothing but sides and roof. Within the 
smooth and rounded walls there only is 
darkness; and the enormous arch above 
rears itself over nothingness. But useless 
regrets are unknown to the bee; or in any 
event it does not allow them to hinder its 
action. Far from being cast down by an 
ordeal before which every other courage 
would succumb, it displays greater ardour 
than ever. Scarcely has the hive been 
set in its place, or the disorder allayed that 
ensued on the bees’ tumultuous fall, when 
we behold the clearest, most unexpected 
division in that entangled mass. The 
greater portion, forming in solid columns, 
like an army obeying a definite order, will 
proceed to climb the vertical walls of the 
hive. The cupola reached, the first to 
arrive will cling with the claws of their 
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