150 GLAUCUS ; OR, 
to sight and sense? Heaven forbid that those should 
say so, whose wanderings among rock and pool have 
been mixed up with holiest passages of friendship 
and of love, and the intercommunion of equal minds 
and sympathetic hearts, and the laugh of children 
drinking in health from every breeze and instruction 
at every step, running ever and anon with proud 
delight to add their little treasure to their parents’ 
stock, and of happy friendly evenings spent over the 
microscope and the vase, in examining, arranging, 
preserving, noting down in the diary the wonders and 
the labours of the happy, busy day. No; such short 
elimpses of the water-world as our present appliances 
afford us are full enough of pleasure; and we will 
not envy Glaucus: we will not even be over-anxious 
for the success of his only modern imitator, the French 
naturalist who is reported to have fitted himself 
with a waterproof dress and breathing apparatus, in 
order to walk the bottom of the Mediterranean, and 
see for himself how the world goes on at the fifty- 
fathom line: we will be content with the wonders of 
the shore and of the sea-floor, as far as the dredge 
