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And I, who woke each morrow to clasp hy hand in mine,
2. WOMAN's Mission. — Ebenezer Elliott.
What highest prize hath woman won in science or in art ? What mightiest work by woman done boasts city, field, or mart? “She hath no Raphael," Painting saith ; “no Newton,” Learning
cries; “Show us her steamship, her Macbeth, her thought-won vic
Wait, boastful man! though worthy are thy deeds, when thou art
0, not for wealth, or fame, or power, hath man's meek angel striven,
3. THE LEE-SHORE. — Thomas Hood.
4. THE RHINE. — From the German.
They shall never have it — never !- the glorious German Rhine,
5. BEAUTY AND THE Dawn. — Arndt.
I said unto the dawn, “ Why art thou bright
Therefore adorn not!”
" I deck myself,” the Dawn replied, “ in light,
Therefore I mourn not!'
“ I deck myself,” replied the beauteous maid,
In Him I trust, and mourn not!”
CLXIX. — THE COMPLAINT OF A PAIR OF LUNGS.
PART FIRST. 1. As you have given place to the recital of the grievances of a Stomach,* we claim the privilege of being heard in regard to some of the abuses to which we, a respectable pair of Lungs,
* Seo page 157.
are subjected. If our worthy cousin, the Stomach, digests food, we have to digest air; and our province is quite as indispensable as his to health and life. We belong to a young lady, whom we have always endeavored to serve faithfully; but the trials, the injuries, the privations, to which she has exposed us, surpass all calculation.
2. Our principal business, as everybody knows, is to purify the blood by subjecting it to the action of the Oxygen of the atmosphere. It is upon the blood that the body depends for its existence, from moment to moment; and it is Oxygen which gives to the blood its healthy properties and bright color, and removes from it its impurities. The combination of the carbon of the blood with Oxygen in the Lungs produces the evolution of heat; the necessary warmth of the body is thus maintained and distributed, by means of the circulating blood, from the Lungs to every part. Besides this important function as expurgator of the blood, we have to carry off an incalculable quantity of waste animal matter and superfluous moisture, which, without our agency, would be productive of disease and pain.
3. How we accomplish all this we shall not stop to describe. There are books enough which will explain to your satisfaction the whole process, and which will prove to you some wonderful facts in regard to the tasks that we are put to. What will you say, for instance, when we tell you that the amount of blood sent to us, to refine and vitalize, at every pulsation of the heart, is about two ounces? Will you believe it when we tell you that, with every breath, we inhale about one pint of air; making eighteen pints of air inhaled every minute? Such is the fact; and a little ciphering will show you that, every twenty-four hours, we inhale sixty hogsheads of air, and give passage to thirty hogsheads of blood!
4. After this assertion (which you can easily verify), we hope you will listen to what we have to say with a little attention and respect. You need not be told that the act of breathing is essential to organic life. Exclusion of atmospheric air from the lungs for the space of three minutes will generally cause death. Breathing consists of two actions : inspiration, or drawing in the air ; and expiration, or forcing out the air. Now, why is breathing essential to life? Simply because the blood could not be so purified as to be rendered fit to support life without being subjected to the action of the air continually pumped into our reservoirs by the act of respiration. The blood comes in from the heart of a purple color, and in a heterogeneousl state, unfit for the nutrition of the animal body. We send it back to the heart,
purified and transmuted by the Oxygen of the air into a homogeneous El fluid of a bright-red color.
5. But if the air we inhale is thus made to part with its Oxygen, has the air we exhale undergone no change in our service? Of course it has a very important change! You may easily test the fact. Put a piece of quill into the nozle of a pair of bellows, cause the bellows to blow into a cup of lime-water, and you will find no change in the appearance of the latter, for through the bellows the same kind of air which we require to inhale is blown in. But put the quill into your mouth, and blow into the lime-water, and you will see it become turbid and white, and, if allowed to stand, a fine white powder will fall to the bottom. The reason is, the air which you have blown into the water has passed through your Lungs, and parted with its Oxygen, and its place has been supplied by another and a compound gas, known as Carbonic Acid.
6. We hope we are not growing tedious; but we here wish you to be distinctly impressed with the fact that the air which we take in is a very different article from that which we give out. The air we take in is a compound gas, of whose weight Nitrogen forms four-lifths and Oxygen one-fifth. The air we give out
contains about eight per cent, more Carbonic Acid than it had e when we inhaled it, and its Oxygen is diminished in the propor.
tion necessary to form this acid. If the same air be respired over and over several times, all its Oxygen is consumed, and the air becomes loaded with Carbonic Acid gas.
7. Now, pray remember this: unmixed Carbonic Acid gas when inhaled is a deadly poison; and even when mixed with a large quantity of atmospheric air, it is pernicious to health in proportion to its amount beyond a certain quantity. Thrust a lighted candle into a jar full of it, and the flame will be extin. guished. An ignorance of its poisonous quality, and of the importance of continuous fresh supplies of Oxygen, has often led to the destruction of life. In the year 1797, the master of a small vessel belonging to Southampton, in England, had seventy passengers collected in the hold during a storm. Thinking to make them more secure, he spread a tarpaulinet over the hatches and battened it down. On opening the hold, all the passengers were found dead! The air being shut out, all the Oxygen had been consumed, and the deadly Carbonic Acid had been generated in its place. The master who had brought about this immense loss of life, through ignorance of the effects of foul air, became made and died soon after.
8. The same catastrophë was repeated, December 221, 1848, on board the steamer Londonderry, from Sligo, bound for Amer. ica via Liverpool. Into a space about eighteen feet long by ten or twelve in width, one hundred and fifty human beings were packed. It was ventilated by only one opening, the com panion-way, as it is called; and, för fear that the water would get admission, this åperture was at length closed, and a tar. paulin nailed over it. In the darkness and heat and loathsomeness of their airless prison, the wretched inmates shrieked for aid ; but the boisterousness of the storm was such that they could not make themselves heard by those on deck. When at length an opening was made, it was found that the floor was covered with dead bodies to the depth of some feet. Seventytwo men, women, and children, perished on this occasion, through the ignorance of the captain and mate of the facts that we have been endeavoring to impress upon you!
9. Perhaps you will cry out against this most culpable ignorance. Alas! every day we witness instances of similar heed.. lessness, which, if not so instantly fatal, do undoubtedly operate to undermine the health and shorten the lives of thousands. In the sleeping-room, the parlor, the school-room, the church, and the hall of assembly, men, women, and children, are too often subjected to the inhalation of an atmosphere partially poisoned, the effect of which must una voidably be mischievous in a greater or less degree. We have sometimes wished that air might become dyed of a different color after having been used, that those who live in a perpetual terror of fresh air might see the poisonous atmosphere to which they condemn themselves. It would seem as if some people were so in the habit of avoiding pure air, that if you were to shut them up in a bottle they would call out to you to put in the cork !
CLXX. — THE COMPLAINT OF A PAIR OF LUNGS.
PART SECOND, 1. Ahem! It is our mistress's fault, and not ours, if we occasionally are obliged to stop in order to cough. We had almost forgotten our own private grievances in speaking of the general suffering to our fraternity resulting from an insufficient supply of pure air. We were born into what we may not improperly style “ this breathing world” a very healthy and perfect pair of Lungs. But we had not been in it long, before the nurse to whom our young lady had been confided caused us great suffering by covering her with blankets and