Nay, more than all this-If "insensible and fortuitous variations," and not the Creator's wisdom and power, had peopled our planet, we might in reason and consistency expect to find its surface traversed by monsters hideous as ever portrayed by an artist's pencil, or conceived by a poet's fancy-plundering Harpies, with faces of women and the bodies and wings and claws of birds, flitting among the trees-horrid Centaurs, half men and half horses, ranging the mountains and the forests-horned and hairy Satyrs, having human bodies and goats' legs, grotesquely dancing in their retired dells -frightful Minotaurs, hybrids of men and oxen, devouring youths and maidens as their favorite pastureArguses fiercely glaring through a hundred different eyes-lawless Cyclopes sending sided glances from one huge eye-ball in the centre of their foreheads, as they skulked back to their villanous caves-two-faced Januses, seeing alike before and behind-giant Briareuses, armed for fight with a hundred fists-nine-headed Hydras, wading and hissing through the marsheswatching Cerberuses, snarling out of fifty throatsCecropses, part men and part serpents, dragging their siimy forms over sand and rocks- Mermaids and Mermen, with human snouts and fishes' tails, frolicking among the waves or gliding through the streams-But it is not in the power of imagination to portray or conceive the confusion and monstrosities, the discords and deformities that would fill a world peopled by chance, fortuity or accident, as contemplated by the wild theory of Development.