And when one thinks
further about this--when one thinks of the vast forests in other lands
which the foot of man has seldom or never trod, and which, when they are
entered, are found to be full of trees, flowers, birds, butterflies, so
beautiful and glorious, that anything which we see in these islands is
poor and plain in comparison with them; and when we remember that these
beautiful creatures have been going on generation after generation, age
after age, unseen and unenjoyed by any human eyes, one must ask, Why has
God been creating all that beauty? simply to let it all, as it were, run
to waste, till after thousands of years one traveller comes, and has a
hasty glimpse of it? Impossible. Or again--and this is an example still
more strange, and yet it is true. We used to think till within a very
few years past, that at the bottom of the deep sea there were no living
things--that miles below the surface of the ocean, in total darkness, and
under such a weight of water as would crush us to a jelly, there could be
nothing, except stones, and sand, and mud.
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