growths of vegetation which in the morning sun- 

 light glistened like streaming particles of mica. 



Color was here, of course. For what tide pool 

 containing so multitudinous a diversity is without 

 its gamuts of chromes and lakes and its metallic 

 lusters'? . . . Yet, had color been wanting, there 

 still would have remained to ravish the eye the 

 prospect of line and form. Indeed, the loveliness 

 that lay even in the indefinable, undulating out- 

 lines of Pleurobrachia, the comb-jelly, passing by, 

 was of an order by itself and needed no enhancing 

 hue ; and there was Fulgur, the dog whelk, whose 

 classic spiral shell was comparable in grace and 

 nobility only to a Grecian urn; then in the larger 

 lace-like compound ascidians was a stenciling and 

 structure which could be classed alone with the 

 exquisite wonder-carving creations of Burmese 

 ivory workers; as for the coralline fretwork, such as 

 was seen decorating the dome of a sand snail, none 

 but the delicate and airy traceries of the Taj Mahal 

 could approach it in beauty and purity of design. 



But of the hundred high lights that could be 

 pointed out in this imperishable scene at our feet, 

 there was one which will long remain the most 

 vivid in my mind's eye; it was the one which de- 



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