farther north again, at Brancaster, there are forests of oak, and fir,
and alder, with their roots still in the soil, far below high-water mark,
and only uncovered at low tide; which is a plain sign that there the land
has sunk. You surely recollect the sunken forest at Brancaster, and the
beautiful shells we picked up in its gullies, and the millions of live
Pholases boring into the clay and peat which once was firm dry land, fed
over by giant oxen, and giant stags likewise, and perhaps by the mammoth
himself, the great woolly elephant whose teeth the fishermen dredge up in
the sea outside? You recollect that? Then remember that as that Norfolk
shore has changed, so slowly but surely is the whole world changing
around us. Hartford Bridge Flat here, for instance, how has it changed!
Ages ago it was the gravelly bottom of a sea. Then the steam-power
underground raised it up slowly, through long ages, till it became dry
land. And ages hence, perhaps, it will have become a sea-bottom once
more. Washed slowly by the rain, or sunk by the dying out of the steam-
power underground, it will go down again to the place from whence it
came. Seas will roll where we stand now, and new lands will rise where
seas now roll. For all things on this earth, from the tiniest flower to
the tallest mountain, change and change all day long. Every atom of
matter moves perpetually; and nothing "continues in one stay." The solid-
seeming earth on which you stand is but a heaving bubble, bursting ever
and anon in this place and in that. Only above all, and through all, and
with all, is One who does not move nor change, but is the same yesterday,
to-day, and for ever. And on Him, my child, and not on this bubble of an
earth, do you and I, and all mankind, depend.

But I have not yet told you why the Peruvians ought to have expected an
earthquake. True. I will tell you another time.