THE BODY TEMPLE' 



KINGS and millionaires have built costly and gor- 

 geous palaces, and adorned them with rare and 

 marvelous works of art ; but not one of them has 

 ever approached in beauty and grace of form, in sym- 

 metry and delicacy of structure, in the transcendent 

 skill of its workmanship, that often much-neglected 

 dwelling which we call the body. In it we see the high- 

 est product of that creative skill which framed the 

 worlds and attuned the universe to that grand harmony, 

 ''the music of the spheres." 



On the time-stained walls of an antiquated church 

 in Rome, hangs a canvas, painted by an artist whose 

 ashes have been moldering in the grave for centuries. 

 Every year thousands of men and women from all 

 Christendom make a pilgrimage to this shrine of art, 

 and, as the monk draws aside the costly covering which 

 protects it, they reverently speak the artist's name, 

 and say, "That was his masterpiece." 



The artist thus reverenced was but a man, and his 

 work, though wonderful, is but the shadow of a human 

 form. The artist himself was a work of art infinitely 

 superior, as eternity is greater than a day. Man, the 

 paragon of creation, is the Creator's masterpiece, the 

 crowning work of the Divine Artist. 



A gold watch, with its carved or polished case, is 

 a beautiful object to look upon ; but it is only when the 

 case is opened, exposing to view the delicate wheels 



*See Anatomical Chart in colors, 37 



