We may find our gold of Ophir in that plant.

To-night I am a victor.

I salute you, so much oftener than I a victor! But victory is a mirage: this that I thought so fair is but a piece of the desert; the _magnum bonum_ shines, looms, and beckons still ahead! Had I been defeated, I believe I should have been in better spirits.

Now to the papers which you desired me to read and comment upon: I find--" The quill travelled on, conveying to sheet after sheet the opinion upon certain vexed questions of a very able lawyer.

The analysis was keen, the reasoning just, the judgment final, the advice sound.