34 THE HALL OF SHELLS. 
speck after another out of the sand, her aston- 
ishment and delight ever mcreasing as she 
found such tiny spirals beautifully polished or 
- clear as glass, with every coil perfect. Baby 
bivalves were there with carvings so delicate 
only a strong glass could trace them. From 
some of the shells finest of threadhke feelers 
protruded, showing such living atoms as per- 
fect and as wonderful as are the houses they 
inhabit. 
“QO Cousin Ellen!” she exclaimed, as the 
revelation overwhelmed her, “how precious our 
world must be to God! He has crowded even 
its unseen places with such beauty and made 
so perfect, things no human eye can see!” 
“His wonderful works teach of him with- 
out whom ‘was not anything made that was 
made,” replied her cousin. “In them he 
gives us glimpses of his character. In his 
creations, ‘never more great than when m1- 
nutely great,’ he shows us his love for what is 
 perfect—the beautiful we callit. He keeps 
these examples everywhere before us, as if he 
would lure us to love what is perfect and to 
become such ourselves.” 
