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FINAL LESSON. 
ment of complicated structure which he 
witnesses—each marvellously simple law 
which he unravels—each adaptation, each 
curious mechanism or strange chemical 
effect, affords fresh subject for humble 
adoration, and for genuine gladness of 
heart. To borrow the idea of the Christian 
poet, all the works of nature are peculiarly 
his, who can, without presumption, look 
upward and say with a smile of joy, ‘my 
Father made them all.’ ” ^ 
W e emerge from the ancient forests into 
which our subject has led us, with a fresh 
impression of the familiar truth, that this 
^vorld is one vast city of the dead. All 
around us is dying, all beneath us dead. 
“ And they died,” is the universal termina¬ 
tion of all earthlv histories. 
Earth was once the home of all the organic 
forms of which it is now the sepulchre, but it 
will not be alike their resting place for ever. 
Man, though like the fern-leaf in his place 
of life, death, and burial, has however the 
grand distinction that he will live again. 
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