ing an earth-colored brown it can fade into a delicious 
water-colored green. Its markings change as the clouds 
of the sky. One marvels at the variety and subtlety of 
its power. 
Lying at the bottom of a bay, it can simulate the mud 
by which it is surrounded. Hidden in the folds of glorious 
leaves, it is of the same markings. Lurking in a flaw of 
light, it is like the light itself shining dimly in water. Its 
power to elude or strike unseen is of the greatest. 
What would you say was the intention of the over- 
ruling, intelligent, constructive force which gives to 
Mycteroperca this ability ? To fit it to be truthful? To 
permit it to present an unvarying appearance which all 
honest life-seeking fish may know? Or would you say 
that subtlety, chicanery, trickery, were here at work ? 
An implement of illusion one might readily suspect it to 
be, a living lie, a creature whose business it is to appear 
what it is not, to simulate that with which it has nothing 
in common, to get its living by great subtlety, the power 
of its enemies to forfend against which is little. The 
indictment is fair. 
Would you say in the face of this that a beatific, benefi- 
cent creative overruling power never wills that which is 
either tricky or deceptive ? Or would you say that this 
material seeming in which we dwell is itself an illusion? 
If not, whence then the Ten Commandments and the 
illusion of justice? Why were the beatitudes dreamed 
and how do they avail? 
If you had been a mystic or a soothsayer or a member 
of that mysterious world which divines by incantations, 
dreams, the mystic bowl, or the crystal sphere, you might 
have looked into their mysterious depths at this time and 
foreseen a world of happenings which concerned these two,