132 GLAUCUS; OR, 
mould have done for them all? And why, again, 
(for we must push the argument a little further,) 
why have not all the butterflies, at least all who feed 
on the same plant, the same markings? Of all 
unfathomable triumphs of design, (we can only ex- 
press ourselves thus, for honest induction, as Paley 
30 well teaches, allows us to ascribe such results 
only to the design of some personal will and mind,) 
what surpasses that by which the scales on a butter- 
fly’s wing are arranged to produce a certain pattern 
of artistic beauty beyond all painter’s skill? What 
a waste of power, on any utilitarian theory of nature! 
And once more, why are those strange microscopic 
atomies, the Diatomacez and Infusoria, which fill 
every stagnant pool; which fringe every branch of 
sea-weed ; which form banks hundreds of miles long 
on the Arctic sea-floor, and the strata of whole moor- 
lands; which pervade in millions the mass of every 
iceberg, and float aloft in countless swarms amid the 
clouds of the volcanic dust ;—why are their tiny 
shells of flint as fantastically various in their quaint 
mathematical symmetry, as they are countless be- 
