CHAPTER IX.

THE CREATION OF THE WORLD; OR, THE PATENT OFFICE.

QUESTION IX. _What is the work of creation?_

ANSWER. The work of creation is God's making all things out of nothing,

by the word of his power, in the space of six days, and all very good.

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EARLY in the week following the return of Mr. Dermott, Mrs. Lang, a

sister of Mrs. Dermott, arrived at their residence to make a short

visit. She was accompanied by her twin daughters, who were near

Walter's age. Thursday was the evening appointed for the catechisings,

and during Mrs. Lang's visit, she so often heard the children refer to

these occasions, as possessing great interest, that she was induced

to accept her sister's urgent invitation, and remain to witness, what

now seemed to her so incomprehensible, how children could be made to

understand the doctrines of the Catechism.

Helen joyfully clapped her hands as Louise and Lucia made known their

mother's decision, and exclaimed, "O, I'm so glad! You'll hear such a

nice story; and then you'll always understand the answer when you've

heard father and mother explain it!"

The little girls thought otherwise, but they wisely said nothing, and

looked forward to the evening, with feelings of curiosity, rather than

with anticipations of pleasure.

Mr. Dermott was still at home, and, at his wife's earnest request, had

consented to act once more in the capacity of teacher. Anna having

passed him the Catechism, and promptly repeated the answer to the

question, he asked, "Who made the world, Isabelle?"

"God."

"Yes, my dear, God made the world and all things that are therein."

The gentleman arose from his seat, and paced the room two or three

times without speaking.

At length he stopped opposite the chair of his sister-in-law, and said,

"That was a delightful winter we passed in Washington together."

"Yes," she replied, in a low voice, as if she were speaking in meeting.

"That was a sensible arrangement."

"To what do you refer?" asked his wife.

"Why, to your plan of being married on the same evening as your

sister, instead of a month in advance, so that we could be together at

Washington during the honeymoon."

The sisters smiled; but Helen asked, rather abruptly, "Papa, have you

forgotten the catechising?"

Mr. Dermott smiled archly, but did not reply to the child. "I recalled

our visit to the capital of our Union, as I have been thinking to-day

of the Patent Office. What a remarkable institution that is!"

"Yes, I was more interested in it than in any other place we visited.

One might spend weeks there with profit."

"Will you please, uncle, to tell us about it some time?" timidly urged

Anna.

"I will tell you now, my dear," he said, patting her head

affectionately. "In the first place, we went to examine the models of

machinery, telegraphs, lightning rods, and agricultural implements.

There were miniature steam engines, cotton gins, spinning gins, weaving

looms, and carding machines. Then there were ploughs, and harrows,

and cultivators, and seed sowers, and hay cutters, and corn shellers,

and churns, and household utensils, together with every conceivable

variety of implement in agriculture, beside a great many things which

seemed to be of no possible use. The room was thronged with visitors,

and there was some difficulty in getting near enough to examine the

various articles. Then we went on to the patented articles for catching

fish, of which there was a great variety; then for trapping game, and

from that to the ordnance department. Here were pistols of every size

and capacity, guns, firelocks, field pieces, and batteries; models of

weapons offensive and defensive.

"As I stood gazing at one article after another, I thought, 'What a

wonderful power there is in the human brain! How it has contrived and

fashioned things, new and old, great and small, curious, ingenious, and

useful, for every conceivable purpose of art or industry.'

"Upon some of these inventions men have labored their whole lives, and

have expended vast fortunes to bring them to that state of perfection

which we here witness. But, after all, what are these models of human

skill, to the wisdom and power of God in the work of creation! These

are made from material already existing. God created the world from

nothing. The inventors of these articles passed, in many cases, their

whole lives in toiling to attain their prize. God spoke the world into

being by the word of his power.

"'He spake and it was done. He commanded, and it stood fast.'

"Can you tell me, Walter, how many days God was in making the world?"

"Six days."

"For whom did God create all things?"

"I suppose he made them at first for Adam and Eve."

"Solomon says in the Proverbs,—

"'The Lord hath made all things for himself.'

"Can you tell me for what purpose?"

Walter shook his head, and his father, taking a small Bible from the

table, turned to the first verse of the nineteenth psalm, and gave it

to him to read.

"'The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth

his handiwork.'"

"How important, then, that when we view the hills and vales, the moon

and stars shining in their splendor, the trees and flowers, the birds

and beasts, and every other work of creation, we should remember God,

the Maker and Giver of all these blessings, and that our hearts should

flow out toward him in gratitude and praise!"

"We sing of God, the mighty source

Of all things, the stupendous force

On which all things depend;

From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes,

All period, power, and enterprise,

Commence, and reign, and end."

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