ead, nor anything like it; and he will rise up again
some day, to make good friends with his brother Analysis, and by his help
do nobler and more beautiful work than he has ever yet done in the world.

So now Analysis has got the upper hand; so much so that he is in danger
of being spoilt by too much prosperity, as his brother was before him; in
which case he too will have his fall; and a great deal of good it will do
him. And that is the end of my story, and a true story it is.

Now you must remember, whenever you have to do with him, that Analysis,
like fire, is a very good servant, but a very bad master. For, having
got his freedom only of late years or so, he is, like young men when they
come suddenly to be their own masters, apt to be conceited, and to fancy
that he knows everything, when really he knows nothing, and can never
know anything, but only knows about things, which is a very different
matter. Indeed, nowadays he pretends that he can teach his old
grandmother, Madam How, not only how to suck eggs, but to make eggs into
the bargain; while the good old lady just laughs at him kindly, and lets
him run on, because she knows he will grow wiser in time, and learn
humility by his mistakes and failures, as I hope you will from yours.

However, Analysis is a very clever young giant, and can do wonderful work
as long as he meddles only with dead things, like this bit of lime. He
can take it to pieces, and tell you of what things it is made, or seems
to be made; and take them to pieces again, and tell you what each of them
is made of; and so on, till he gets conceited, and fancies that he can
find out some one Thing of all things (which he calls matter), of which
all other things are made; and some Way of all ways (which he calls
force), by which all things are made: but when he boasts in that way, old
Madam How smiles, and says, "My child, before you can say that, you must
remember a hundred things which you are forgetting, and learn a hundred
thousand things which you do not know;" and then she just puts her hand
over his eyes, and Master Analysis begins groping in the dark, and
talking the saddest nonsense. So beware of him, and keep him in his own
place, and to his own work, or he will flatter you, and get the mastery
of you, and persuade you that he can teach you a thousand things of which
he knows no more than he does why a duck's egg never hatches into a
chicken. And remember, if Master Analysis ever gr