The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1898-01-02


frozen blood, and here you say tnat
the coral, which is a miracle OF shape
and a transport of color to those who
have studied it, is not worthy Oh men
ton in comparison with our holy re-
ligion. mo mention shall be made OF
coral" At Saint Johnsbury, VT, in
museum built by the chief citizen, as
/ examined a specimen on the snelI'
| first realized what holy or holles
God can build and has built in the
temple of one piece of coral. DO
not wonder that Ernst Heckel, the
great scientist, while in Ceylon, was SO
entranced with the specimens which
some Cingalese divers had brought up
for his inspection that he himself
plunged into the sea, and went clear
under the waves at the risk OF his hte'
again, and again, and again, that ne
might know more of the coral. the
beauty Of which he ldicates cannot
even be guessed by those who have
only seen it above water, and after
the pClyps, which are it's sculptors,
and architects, have died and the CHIEF
glories OF these submarine flowers
have expired. Job, in my text, did
not mean to depreciate this divine
sculpture in the coral reefs along the
sea coasts. No one can afford to de-
preciate these white palaces OF the
deep, built under Gods direction. He
never changes his plans for the build
ing of the islands and shores; and
for uncounted thousands of years the
Nnrol rdn
and the coral battlements go on and
up. / charge you that you will please
God and please yourself if you will
go into the minute examination OF the
corals-their foundations, their pima
cles, their aisles, their pillars, their
curves, their cleavages, their reticula-
tion, their grouping-families OF
them, towns of them, cities of them,
and continents of them. Indeed. you
cannot appreciate the meaning Of my
text unless you know something Of
the coral. Labyrinthian, stellar. col
umnar, floral, dented like shields from
battle, spotted like leopards, embroid-
cred like lace, hung like upholstery
twilight and auroras and sunbursts of
beauty! From deep crimson to milk
white are its colors. You may find
this work of God through the ami
malcules eighty fathoms down, or
amid the breakers, where the sea
dashes the widest, and beats the
mightiest, and bellows the loudest
Nothing so impresses me with the
fact that our God loves the beauti-
fui The most beautiful coral of the
world never comes to human observa-
tion. Sunrises and sunsets he hangs
up for nations to look at; he may
green the grass, and round the dew
| into pearl, and set on fire autumnal
| foliage to please mortal sight, but
those thousands of miles of coral
achievement | think he has had built
/ for his own delight. In those galleries
he alone can walk. The music of those
keys, played on by the fingers of the
wave, he only can hear. The snow
OF that white anu the bloom Of that
crimson he alone can see Having
garnitured this world to please the hu-
man race, and lifted a glorious heaven
to please the angelic intelligences, 1
am glad that he has planted these gar
dens of the deep to please himself
But here and there God allows speci-
mems of submarine glory to be brought
up and set before US for sublime con-
temptation. While l speak, these great
nations of zoophytes. meandrinas and
madrepores, with tentacles for trowel,
are building just such coral as We find
in our text. The diamond may be more
I kor hr
ling, the chrysoprase may be more
ablaZe, but the coral is the long, deep,
everlasting blush of the sea. Yet Job,
who understood all kinds of precious
stones, declares that the beauty and
value of the coral are nothing COM
pared with our holy religion, and he
picks up this coralline formation and
looks at it, and filings it aside with
all the other beautiful things he has
ever heard OF, and cries out in ecstasy
of admiration for the superior quail
tiles of our religion: mo mention
shall be made of coral"
Take my hand. and We will walk
through this bower of the sea, while |
show you that even exquisite coral is
not worthy of being compared with
the richer jewels Of a Christian soul.
The first thing that strikes me in look
ing at the coral is its long continued
accumulation. 1t is not turned up like
Cotepaxi, but lie an outbutting and an
outbranching of ages. In Polynesia
there are reefs hundreds of feet deer
and one thousand miles long. Who
built these reefs, these islands? The
zoophytes. the corallines. They were
not such workers who built the pyra-
mids as were these masons, these crea-
lures OF the sea. What small crea-
tions amounting to what vast aggre-
cation? Who can estimate the ages
between the time when the madrepores
laid the foundations Of the islands
and the time when the madreporei
put on the capstone Of a completed
} work? It puzzles all the scientists Il