THE WONDERS OF THE SHORE. 123 
Darwin’s delightful “Voyage of the Beagle,” and 
of Williams’ “ Missionary Enterprises,’ knows, or 
ought to know, enough about them: for those who 
do not, there are a few pages in the beginning of 
Dr. Landsborough’s “ British Zoophytes,” well worth 
perusal. 
There are a few other true cellepore corals round 
the coast. The largest of all, Cervicornis, may be 
dredged a few miles outside on the Exmouth bank, 
with a few more Tubulipores: but all tiny things, 
the lingering and, as it were, expiring remnants of 
that great coral-world which, through the abysmal 
depths of past ages, formed here in Britain our 
limestone hills, storing up for generations yet unborn 
the materials of agriculture and architecture. Inex- 
pressibly interesting, even solemn, to those who will 
think, is the sight of those puny parasites which, as 
it were, connect the ages and the eons: yet not so 
‘solemn and full of meaning as that tiny relic of 
an older world, the little pear-shaped Turbinolia 
(cousin of the Madrepores and Sea-anemones), found 
fossil in the Suffolk Crag, and yet still lingering 
