Dore has given us a picture of the Deluge which, once seen in childhood, can never be forgotten. The anguish and woe of perishing men and beasts he describes with terrific and appalling power. Poets and orators have followed in his steps. But the thing is too vast, too great, too awful, for words to describe. We leave it just as the Bible leaves it: "The waters prevailed exceedingly upon the earth; and all the high hills, that were under the whole heaven, were covered. . . . And the mountains were covered. And all flesh died that moved upon the earth, both of fowl, and of cattle, and of beast, and of every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth, and every man: all in whose nostrils was the breath of life, of all that was in the dry land, died." (Gen. 7:19-22.) Death! death! death! universal death.