118 SPARKS FROM A GEOLOGIST'S HAMMER. 



I must pass from forms of beauty which reach us 

 through the sensuous perceptions; and lest I should seem 

 to leave the treatment of the subject too incomplete, I 

 must remind you of two modes of the beautiful which 

 reach us through the internal perception. The first is 

 the BEAUTY OF TRUTH. It is given especially to the scholar 

 to discern and enjoy it. To look out beyond the little 

 sphere which bounds our personal life, and discern a uni- 

 verse so designed that every feature strikes a responsive 

 chord in us ; to discover a God, a heavenly father, as 

 the reality after which our human souls had longed ; to 

 consider the admirable system of correspondences and 

 adaptations through which every object which exists con- 

 tributes to the well being of every other; to contemplate 

 the unity of truth, as in the science of quantity, where 

 the same result comes out whether sought by logarithms 

 or by sines, by trigonometry or by equations; to think of 

 the majestic unity of the system of worlds, all knit indis- 

 solubly in a cosmic oi'ganism, so that, whether sun or 

 planet, star or nebula, each is a living picture from the 

 life-time of every other, such revelations of the unity, 

 the grandeur, the vastness, the unchangeableness of truth, 

 enter the soul which opens its portals for them, and at- 

 tune every fibre to a song of ecstacy. This is the Te 

 Deum of the intellect. This is the beatitude of science. 



The second mode of the beautiful revealed to the in- 

 ner sense is MORAL BEAUTY. Wherever right maintains 

 a manful conflict with wrong ; wherever the stout and 

 brave arises for the defense of helplessness and innocence; 

 wherever the martyr for freedom of intellect or conscience 

 hurls defiance at his persecutors, or reveals a fortitude 

 stronger than the fear of death ; wherever friend sacri- 



