Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the ShoreKingsley, Charles
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Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the Shore
Kingsley, Charles
Natural history -- Juvenile literature; Seashore biology -- Juvenile literature
by very simple, or seemingly simple, means; that the universe, as far as
we could discern it, was one organization of the most simple means. It
was wonderful—or should have been—in our eyes, that a shower of rain
should make the grass grow, and that the grass should become flesh, and
the flesh food for the thinking brain of man. It was—or ought to have
been—more wonderful yet to us that a child should resemble its parents,
or even a butterfly resemble, if not always, still usually, its parents
likewise. Ought God to appear less or more august in our eyes if we
discover that the means are even simpler than we supposed? We held Him
to be Almighty and All-wise. Are we to reverence Him less or more if we
find Him to be so much mightier, so much wiser, than we dreamed, that He
can not only make all things, but—the very perfection of creative
power—_make all things make themselves_? We believed that His care was
over all His works; that His providence worked perpetually over the
universe. We were taught—some of us at least—by Holy Scripture, that
without Him not a sparrow fell to the ground, and that the very hairs of
our head were all numbered; that the whole history of the universe was
made up, in fact, of an infinite network of special providences. If,
then, that should be true which a great naturalist writes, ‘It may be
metaphorically said that natural selection is daily and hourly
scrutinizing, throughout the world, every variation, even the slightest;
rejecting that which is bad, preserving and adding up all that is good;
silently and insensibly working, whenever and wherever opportunity
offers, at the improvement of each organic being, in relation to its
organic and inorganic conditions of life,’—if this, I say, were proved to
be true, ought God’s care and God’s providence to seem less or more
magnificent in our eyes? Of old it was said by Him without whom nothing
is made—‘My Father worketh hitherto, and I work.’ Shall we quarrel with
physical science, if she gives us evidence that those words are true?”
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