text:  Who standing on the shore has not seen as the gale freshened into storm and swelled into the hurricane the waves of the clear green sea gradually lose their brightness until raking up from the lowest depths convulsed with the mighty strife of the elements the very obscene dregs and refuse of all matter terreous or instinct of life the mounting billows become one thick and unsightly mass of turbid waters chafing with all the foam and froth of the unclean scourings of the deep rioting in the ascendant? As in the world physical so is it with the order of nature in the world moral and political