will　not　envy　Glaucus：　　we　will　not　even　be　over…anxious　for　the
  success　of　his　only　modern　imitator；　the　French　naturalist　who　is
  reported　to　have　fitted　himself　with　a　waterproof　dress　and
  breathing　apparatus；　in　order　to　walk　the　bottom　of　the
  Mediterranean；　and　see　for　himself　how　the　world　goes　on　at　the
  fifty…fathom　line：　　we　will　be　content　with　the　wonders　of　the
  shore　and　of　the　sea…floor；　as　far　as　the　dredge　will　discover　them
  to　us。　　We　shall　even　thus　find　enough　to　occupy　（if　we　choose）　our
  lifetime。　　For　we　must　recollect　that　this　hasty　sketch　has　hardly
  touched　on　that　vegetable　water…world；　which　is　as　wonderful　and　as
  various　as　the　animal　one。　　A　hint　or　two　of　the　beauty　of　the　sea…
  weeds　has　been　given；　but　space　has　allowed　no　more。　　Yet　we　might
  have　spent　our　time　with　almost　as　much　interest　and　profit；　had　we
  neglected　utterly　the　animals　which　we　have　found；　and　devoted　our
  attention　exclusively　to　the　flora　of　the　rocks。　　Sea…weeds　are　no
  mere　playthings　for　children；　and　to　buy　at　a　shop　some　thirty
  pretty　kinds；　pasted　on　paper；　with　long　names　（probably　mis…spelt）
  written　under　each；　is　not　by　any　means　to　possess　a　collection　of
  them。　　Putting　aside　the　number　and　the　obscurity　of　their　species；
  the　questions　which　arise　in　studying　their　growth；　reproduction；
  and　organic　chemistry　are　of　the　very　deepest　and　most　important　in
  the　whole　range　of　science；　and　it　will　need　but　a　little　study　of
  such　a　book　as　Harvey's　〃Algae；〃　to　show　the　wise　man　that　he　who
  has　comprehended　（which　no　man　yet　does）　the　mystery　of　a　single
  spore　or　tissue…cell；　has　reached　depths　in　the　great　〃Science　of
  Life〃　at　which　an　Owen　would　still　confess　himself　〃blind　by　excess
  of　light。〃　　〃Knowest　thou　how　the　bones　grow　in　the　womb？〃　asks　the
  Jewish　sage；　sadly；　half　self…reprovingly；　as　he　discovers　that　man
  is　not　the　measure　of　all　things；　and　that　in　much　learning　may　be
  vanity　and　vexation　of　spirit；　and　in　much　study　a　weariness　of　the
  flesh；　and　all　our　deeper　physical　science　only　brings　the　same
  question　more　awfully　near。　　〃Vilior　alg？〃　more　worthless　than　the
  very　sea…weed；　says　the　old　Roman：　　and　yet　no　torn　scrap　of　that
  very　sea…weed；　which　to…morrow　may　manure　the　nearest　garden；　but
  says　to　us；　〃Proud　man！　talking　of　spores　and　vesicles；　if　thou
  darest　for　a　moment　to　fancy　that　to　have　seen　spores　and　vesicles
  is　to　have　seen　me；　or　to　know　what　I　am；　answer　this。　　Knowest
  thou　how　the　bones　do　grow　in　the　womb？　　Knowest　thou　even　how　one
  of　these　tiny　black　dots；　which　thou　callest　spores；　grow　on　my
  fronds？〃　　And　to　that　question　what　answer　shall　we　make？　　We　see
  tissues　divide；　cells　develop；　processes　go　on　…　but　How　and　Why？
  These　are　but　phenomena；　but　what　are　phenomena　save　effects？
  Causes；　it　may　be；　of　other　effects；　but　still　effects　of　other
  causes。　　And　why　does　the　cause　cause　that　effect？　　Why　should　it
  not　cause　something　else？　　Why　should　it　cause　anything　at　all？
  Because　it　obeys　a　law。　　But　why　does　it　obey　the　law？　and　how　does
  it　obey　the　law？　　And；　after　all；　what　is　a　law？　　A　mere　custom　of
  Nature。　　We　see　the　same　phenomenon　happen　a　great　many　times；　and
  we　infer　from　thence　that　it　has　a　custom　of　happening；　and
  therefore　we　call　it　a　law：　　but　we　have　not　seen　the　law；　all　we
  have　seen　is　the　phenomenon　which　we　suppose　to　indicate　the　law。
  We　have　seen　things　fall：　　but　we　never　saw　a　little　flying　thing
  pulling　them　down；　with　〃gravitation〃　labelled　on　its　back；　and　the
  question；　why　things　fall；　and　HOW；　is　just　where　it　was　before
  Newton　was　born；　and　is　likely　to　remain　there。　　All　we　can　say　is；
  that　Nature　has　her　customs；　and　that　other　customs　ensue；　when
  those　customs　appear：　　but　that　as　to　what　connects　cause　and
  effect；　as　to　what　is　the　reason；　the　final　cause；　or　even　the
  CAUSA　CAUSANS；　of　any　phenomenon；　we　know　not　more　but　less　than
  ever；　for　those　laws　or　customs　which　seem　to　us　simplest
  （〃endosmose；〃　for　instance；　or　〃gravitation〃）；　are　just　the　most
  inexplicable；　logically　unexpected；　seemingly　arbitrary；　certainly
  supernatural　…　miraculous；　if　you　will；　for　no　natural　and　physical
  cause　whatsoever　can　be　assigned　for　them；　while　if　anyone　shall
  argue　against　their　being　miraculous　and　supernatural　on　the　ground
  of　their　being　so　common；　I　can　only　answer；　that　of　all　absurd　and
  illogical　arguments；　this　is　the　most　so。　　For　what　has　the　number
  of　times　which　the　miracle　occurs　to　do　with　the　question；　save　to
  increase　the　wonder？　　Which　is　more　strange；　that　an　inexplicable
  and　unfathomable　thing　should　occur　once　and　for　all；　or　that　it
  should　occur　a　million　times　every　day　all　the　world　over？
  Let　those；　however；　who　are　too　proud　to　wonder；　do　as　seems　good
  to　them。　　Their　want　of　wonder　will　not　help　them　toward　the
  required　explanation：　　and　to　them；　as　to　us；　as　soon　as　we　begin
  asking；　〃HOW？〃　and　〃WHY？〃　the　mighty　Mother　will　only　reply　with
  that　magnificent　smile　of　hers；　most　genial；　but　most　silent；　which
  she　has　worn　since　the　foundation　of　all　worlds；　that　silent　smile
  which　has　tempted　many　a　man　to　suspect　her　of　irony；　even　of
  deceit　and　hatred　of　the　human　race；　the　silent　smile　which　Solomon
  felt；　and　answered　in　〃Ecclesiastes；〃　which　Goethe　felt；　and　did
  not　answer　in　his　〃Faust；〃　which　Pascal　felt；　and　tried　to　answer
  in　his　〃Thoughts；〃　and　fled　from　into　self…torture　and
  superstition；　terrified　beyond　his　powers　of　endurance；　as　he　found
  out　the　true　meaning　of　St。　John's　vision；　and　felt　himself　really
  standing　on　that　fragile　and　slippery　〃sea　of　glass；〃　and　close
  beneath　him　the　bottomless　abyss　of　doubt；　and　the　nether　fires　of
  moral　retribution。　　He　fled　from　Nature's　silent　smile；　as　that
  poor　old　King　Edward　（mis…called　the　Confessor）　fled　from　her　hymns
  of　praise；　in　the　old　legend　of　Havering…atte…bower；　when　he　cursed
  the　nightingales　because　their　songs　confused　him　in　his　prayers：
  but　the　wise　man　need　copy　neither；　and　fear　neither　the　silence
  nor　the　laughter　of　the　mighty　mother　Earth；　if　he　will　be　but
  wise；　and　hear　her　tell　him；　alike　in　both　…　〃Why　call　me　mother？
  Why　ask　me　for　knowledge　which　I　cannot　teach；　peace　which　I　cannot
  give　or　take　away？　　I　am　only　your　foster…mother　and　your　nurse　…
  and　I　have　not　been　an　unkindly　one。　　But　you　are　God's　children；
  and　not　mine。　　Ask　Him。　　I　can　amuse　you　with　my　songs；　but　they
  are　but　a　nurse's　lullaby　to　the　weary　flesh。　　I　can　awe　you　with
  my　silence；　but　my　silence　is　only　my　just　humility；　and　your　gain。
  How　dare　I　pretend　to　tell　you　secrets　which　He　who　made　me　knows
  alone？　　I　am　but　inanimate　matter；　why　ask　of　me　things　which
  belong　to　living　spirit？　　In　God　I　live　and　move；　and　have　my
  being；　I　know　not　how；　any　more　than　you　know。　　Who　will　tell　you
  what　life　is；　save　He　who　is　the　Lord　of　life？　　And　if　He　will　not
  tell　you；　be　sure　it　is　because　you　need　not　to　know。　　At　least；
  why　seek　God　in　nature；　the　living　among　the　dead？　　He　is　not　here：
  He　is　risen。〃
  He　is　not　here：　　He　is　risen。　　Good　reader；　you　will　probably　agree
  that　to　know　that　saying；　is　to　know　the　key…note　of　the　world　to
  come。　　Believe　me；　to　know　it；　and　all　it　means；　is　to　know　the
  keynote　of　this　world　also；　from　the　fall　of　dynasties　and　the　fate
  of　nations；　to　the　sea…weed　which　rots　upon　the　beach。
  It　may　seem　startling；　possibly　（though　I　hope　not；　for　my　readers'
  sake；　irreverent）；　to　go　back　at　once　after　such　thoughts；　be　they
  true　or　false；　to　the　weeds　upon　the　cliff　above　our　heads。　　But　He
  who　is　not　here；　but　is　risen；　yet　is　here；　and　has　appointed　them
  their　services　in　a　wonderful　order；　and　I　wish　that　on　some　day；
  or　on　many　days；　when　a　quiet　sea　and　offshore　breezes　have
  prevented　any　new　objects　from　coming　to　land　with　the　rising　tide；
  you　would　investigate　the　flowers　peculiar　to　our　sea…rocks　and
  sandhills。　　Even　if　you　do　not　find　the　delicate　lily…like
  Trichonema　of　the　Channel　Islands　and　Dawlish；　or　the　almost　as
  beautiful　Squill　of　the　Cornish　cliffs；　or　the　sea…lavender　of
  North　Devon；　or　any　of　those　rare　Mediterranean　species　which　Mr。
  Johns　has　so　charmingly　described　in　his　〃Week　at　the　Lizard
  Point；〃　yet　an　average　cliff；　with　its　carpeting　of　pink　thrift　and
  of　bladder　catchfly；　and　Lady's　finger；　and　elegant　grasses；　most
  of　them　peculiar　to　the　sea　marge；　is　often　a　very　lovely　flower…
  bed。
  Not　merely　interesting；　too；　but　brilliant　in　their　vegetation　are
  sandhills；　and　the　seemingly　desolate　dykes　and　banks　of　salt
  marshes　will　yield　many　a　curious　plant；　which　you　may　neglect　if
  you　will：　　but　lay　to　your　account　the　having　to　repent　your
  neglect　hereafter；　when；　finding　out　too　late　what　a　pleasant　study
  botany　is；　you　search　in　vain　for　curious　forms　over　which　you　trod
  every　day　in　crossing　flats　which