But thou didst teach me to resign

What God alone can claim; He giveth and he takes away, Blest be His holy name!

The father gazed upon his babes,

The mother drooped apart,
Whilst all the woman's sorrow gushed

From her o'erburdened heart;
And with the striving of her grief,
Which wrung the tears she shed,
Were mingled low and loving words
To the unconscious dead.

When the sad sire had looked his fill,
He veiled each breathless face,
And down in self-abasement bowed,
For comfort and for grace;
With the deep eloquence of woe,
Poured forth his secret soul,
Rose up, and stood erect and calm,
In spirit healed and whole.

"Restrain thy tears, poor wife," he said,
"I learn this lesson still,

God gives, and God can take away,
Blest be His holy will!
Blest are my children, for they live
From sin and sorrow free,
And I am not all joyless, wife,

With faith, hope, love, and thec."

THE LABORATORY IN THE CHEST.

say nothing of occasionally pinning a cracker to your skirts. He maintained that playing with fire and water, throwing stones, and such like boys' tricks, as they are commonly called, are the first expressions of a scientific tendency -endeavours and efforts of the infant mind to acquaint itself with the powers of Nature.

His own favourite toys, he remembered, were squibs, suckers, squirts, and slings; and he was persuaded that, by his having been denied them at school, a natural philosopher had been nipped in the bud.

Blowing bubbles was an example-by-thebye, a rather notable one-by which Mr. Bagges, on one of his scientific evenings, was instancing the affinity of child's play to philosophical experiments, when he bethought him Harry had said on a former occasion that the human breath consists chiefly of carbonic acid, which is heavier than common air. How then, it occurred to his inquiring, though elderly mind, was it that soap-bladders, blown from a tobacco-pipe, rose instead of sinking? He asked his nephew this.

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Oh, uncle! answered Harry, "in the first place, the air you blow bubbles with mostly comes in at the nose and goes out at the mouth, without having been breathed at all. Then it is warmed by the mouth, and warmth, you know, makes a measure of air get larger, and so lighter in proportion. A soap-bubble rises for the same reason that a fire-balloon rises-that is, because the air inside of it has been heated, and weighs less than the same sized bubbleful of cold air."

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Alcohol, uncle."

"Alcohol-well-or, as we used to say, brandy. Now, if I leave this tumbler of brandyand-water alone

"If you do, uncle," interposed his nephew, archly.

THE mind of Mr. Bagges was decidedly affected beneficially-by the lecture on the Chemistry of a Candle, which, as set forth in a previous number of this journal, had been delivered to him by his youthful nephew. "What, hot breath does!" said Mr. Bagges. That learned discourse inspired him with a "Well, now, it's a curious thing, when you new feeling; an interest in matters of science. come to think of it, that the breath should be He began to frequent the Polytechnic Insti- hot-indeed, the warmth of the body genetution, nearly as much as his club. He also rally seems a puzzle. It is wonderful, too, took to lounging at the British Museum; how the bodily heat can be kept up so long as where he was often to be seen, with his left it is. Here, now, is this tumbler of hot grog arm under his coat-tails, examining the won--a mixture of boiling water, and what d'ye derful works of nature and antiquity, through call it, you scientific geniuses?" his eye-glass. Moreover, he procured himself to be elected a member of the Royal Institution, which became a regular house of call to him, so that in a short time he grew to be one of the ordinary phenomena of the place. Mr. Bagges likewise adopted a custom of giving conversaziones, which, however, were "Get along, you idle rogue! If I let that always very private and select-generally con- tumbler stand there, in a few minutes the fined to his sister's family. Three courses brandy-and water-eh ?-I beg pardon-the were first discussed; then dessert; after alcohol-and-water-gets cold. Now, whywhich, surrounded by an apparatus of glasses and decanters, Master Harry Wilkinson was called upon, as a sort of juvenile Davy, to amuse his uncle by the elucidation of some chemical or other physical mystery. Master Wilkinson had now attained to the ability of making experiments; most of which, involving combustion, were strongly deprecated by the young gentleman's mamma; but her opposition was overruled by Mr. Bagges, who argued that it was much better that a young dog should burn phosphorus before your face than let off gunpowder behind your back, to

why the deuce-if the brand-the alcohol-andwater cools; why-how-how is it we don't cool in the same way, I want to know? eh?" demanded Mr. Bagges, with the air of a man who feels satisfied that he has propounded a "regular poser."

"Why," replied Harry, "for the same reason that the room keeps warm so long as there is a fire in the grate.

"You don't mean to say that I have a fire in my body?' "I do, though."

“Eh, now? That's good,” said Mr. Bagges.

"First, you know, uncle, your food is digested-'

"That reminds me of the man in love crying, Bagges. "Well, now, and how does this 'Fire! fire!' and the lady said, 'Where, extraordinary process take place?" where?" And he called out, 'Here! here!' with his hand upon his heart. Eh?-but now I think of it-you said, the other day, that breathing was a sort of burning. Do you mean to tell me that I-eh ?-have fire, fire, as the lover said, here, here-in short, that my chest is a grate or an Arnott's stove?"

"Not exactly so, uncle. But I do mean to tell you that you have a sort of fire burning partly in your chest; but also, more or less, throughout your whole body."

"Oh, Henry!" exclaimed Mrs. Wilkinson, "How can you say such horrid things!" "Because they're quite true, mamma-but you needn't be frightened. The fire of one's body is not hotter than from ninety degrees to one hundred and four degrees or so. Still it is fire, and will burn some things, as you would find, uncle, if, in using phosphorus, you were to let a little bit of it get under your Dail."

"I'll take your word for the fact, my boy," said Mr. Bagges. "But, if I have a fire burning throughout my person-which I was not aware of, the only inflammation I am ever troubled with being in the great toe-I say, if my body is burning continually-how is it I don't smoke-eh? Come, now!"

"Perhaps you consume your own smoke," suggested Mr. Wilkinson, senior, "like every well-regulated furnace."

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"You smoke nothing but your pipe, uncle, because you burn all your carbon," said Harry. 'But, if your body doesn't smoke, it steams. Breathe against a looking-glass, or look at your breath on a cold morning. Observe how a horse reeks when it perspires. Besides-as you just now said you recollected my telling you the other day—you breathe out carbonic acid, and that, and the steam of the breath together, are exactly the same things, you know, that a candle turns into in burning."

"Not always, I am sorry to say, my boy," Mr. Bagges observed, "but go on."

"Well; when it is digested, it becomes a sort of fluid, and mixes gradually with the blood, and turns into blood, and so goes over the whole body, to nourish it. Now, if the body is always being nourished, why doesn't it keep getting bigger and bigger, like the ghost in the Castle of Otranto?

"Eh? Why, because it loses as well as gains, I suppose. By perspiration-eh-for instance?"

"Yes, and by breathing; in short, by the burning I mentioned just now. Respiration, or breathing, uncle, is a perpetual combustion."

"But if my system," said Mr. Bagges, "is burning throughout, what keeps up the fire in my little finger-putting gout out of the question?"

"You burn all over, because you breathe all over, to the very tips of your fingers' ends," replied Harry.

"Oh, don't talk nonsense to your uncle!" exclaimed Mrs. Wilkinson.

"It isn't nonsense," said Harry. "The air that you draw into the lungs goes more or less over all the body, and penetrates into every fibre of it, which is breathing. Perhaps you would like to hear a little more about the chemistry of breathing, or respiration, uncle?"

"I should, certainly."

"Well, then; first you ought to have some idea of the breathing apparatus. The laboratory that contains this, is the chest, you know. The chest, you also know, has in it the heart and lungs, which, with other things in it, fill it quite out, so as to leave no hollow space between themselves and it. The lungs are a sort of air-sponges, and when you enlarge your chest to draw breath, they swell out with it and suck the air in. On the other hand you narrow your chest and "Because," replied Harry, "your fuel is re- squeeze the lungs and press the air from them; newed as fast as burnt. So perhaps you that is breathing out. The lungs are made resemble a lamp rather than a candle. A up of a lot of little cells. A small pipe-a lamp requires to be fed; so does the body-little branch of the windpipe-opens into each as, possibly, uncle, you may be aware."

"But if I burn like a candle-why don't I burn out like a candle?" demanded Mr. Bagges. "How do you get over that?"

"Eh?-well-I have always entertained an idea of that sort," answered Mr. Bagges, helping himself to some biscuits. "But the lamp feeds on train-oil.”

cell. Two blood-vessels, a little tiny artery, and a vein to match, run into it also. The arteries bring into the little cells darkcoloured blood, which has been all over the body. The veins carry out of the little cells bright scarlet-coloured blood, which is to go all over the body. So all the blood passes through the lungs, and in so doing, is changed from dark to bright scarlet.”

"So does the Laplander. And you couldn't feed the lamp on turtle or mulligatawny, of course, uncle. But mulligatawny or turtle can be changed into fat-they are so, sometimes, I think-when they are eaten in large "Black blood, didn't you say, in the quantities, and fat will burn fast enough. arteries, and scarlet in the veins? I thought And most of what you eat turns into some- it was just the reverse," interrupted Mr. thing which burns at last, and is consumed in the fire that warms you all over."

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So it is," replied Harry, "with all the "Wonderful, to be sure," exclaimed Mr. other arteries and veins, except those that

circulate the blood through the lung-cells. breathing in and out. We should find that The heart has two sides, with a partition a jar of such air would put out a candle. If between them that keeps the blood on the we shook some lime-water up with it, the right side separate from the blood on the left; lime-water would turn milky. In short, both sides being hollow, mind. The blood on uncle, we should find that a great part of the the right side of the heart comes there from air was carbonic acid, and the rest mostly all over the body, by a couple of large veins, nitrogen. The air we inhale is nitrogen dark, before it goes to the lungs. From the and oxygen; the air we exhale has lost right side of the heart, it goes on to the most of its oxygen, and consists of little more lungs, dark still, through an artery. It comes than nitrogen and carbonic acid. Together back to the left side of the heart from the with this, we breathe out the vapour of water, lungs, bright scarlet, through four veins. as I said before. Therefore in breathing, Then it goes all over the rest of the body we give off exactly what a candle does in from the left side of the heart, through an burning, only not so fast, after the rate. artery that branches into smaller arteries, The carbonic acid we breathe out, shows that all carrying bright scarlet blood. So the carbon is consumed within our bodies. The arteries and veins of the lungs on one hand, watery vapour of the breath is a proof that and of the rest of the body on the other, do hydrogen is so too. We take in oxygen with exactly opposite work, you understand." the air, and the oxygen unites with carbon, "I hope so." and makes carbonic acid, and with hydrogen, forms water."

Now," continued Harry, "it requires a strong magnifying glass to see the lung-cells plainly, they are so small. But you can fancy them as big as you please. Picture any one of them to yourself of the size of an orange, say, for convenience in thinking about it; that one cell, with whatever takes place in it, will be a specimen of the rest. Then you have to imagine an artery carrying blood of one colour into it, and a vein taking away blood of another colour from it, and the blood changing its colour in the cell."

Aye, but what makes the blood change its colour ?"

"Recollect, uncle, you have a little branch from the windpipe opening into the cell which lets in the air. Then the blood and the air are brought together, and the blood alters in colour. The reason, I suppose you would guess, is that it is somehow altered by the air."

“No very unreasonable conjecture, I should think," said Mr. Bagges.

"Then don't the hydrogen and carbon combine with the oxygen-that is, burn-in the lungs, and isn't the chest the fireplace, after all?" asked Mr. Bagges.

"Not altogether, according to those who are supposed to know better. They are of opinion, that some of the oxygen unites with the carbon and hydrogen of the blood in the lungs; but that most of it is merely absorbed by the blood, and dissolved in it in the first instance."

"Oxygen absorbed by the blood? That seems odd," remarked Mr. Bagges. "How can that be?"

"We only know the fact that there are some things that will absorb gases-suck them in— make them disappear. Charcoal will, for instance. It is thought that the iron which the blood contains gives it the curious property of absorbing oxygen. Well; the oxygen going into the blood makes it change from "Well; if the air alters the blood, most dark to bright scarlet; and then this blood likely, we should think, it gives something to containing oxygen is conveyed all over the the blood. So first let us see what is the system by the arteries, and yields up the difference between the air we breathe in, and oxygen to combine with hydrogen and carbon the air we breathe out. You know that as it goes along. The carbon and hydrogen neither we nor animals can keep breathing are part of the substance of the body. The the same air over and over again. You bright scarlet blood mixes oxygen with them, don't want me to remind you of the Black which burns them, in fact; that is, makes Hole of Calcutta, to convince you of that; them into carbonic acid and water. Of course, and I dare say you will believe what I tell you, without waiting till I can catch a mouse and shut it up in an air-tight jar, and show you how soon the unlucky creature will get uncomfortable, and begin to gasp, and that it will by-and-by die. But if we were to try this experiment-not having the fear of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, nor the fear of doing wrong, before our eyes we should find that the poor mouse, before he died, had changed the air of his prison considerably. But it would be just as satisfactory, and much more humane, if you or I were to breathe in and out of a silk bag or a bladder till we could stand it no longer, and then collect the air which we had been

the body would soon be consumed if this were all that the blood does. But while it mixes oxygen with the old substance of the body, to burn it up, it lays down fresh material to replace the loss. So our bodies are continually changing throughout, though they seem to us always the same; but then, you know, a river appears the same from year's end to year's end, although the water in it is different every day."

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Eh, then," said Mr. Bagges, "if the body is always on the change in this way, we must have had several bodies in the course of our lives, by the time we are old."

"Yes, uncle; therefore, how foolish it is to spend money upon funerals. What becomes

"At all events," said Harry, "it must be bad to have too much fuel in us. It must choke the fire I should think, if it did not cause inflammation; which Dr. Truepenny says it does, meaning, by inflammation, gout, and so on, you know, uncle."

"Ahem!" coughed Mr. Bagges.

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Taking in too much fuel, I dare say you know, uncle, means eating and drinking to excess," continued Harry. "The best remedy, the doctor says, for overstuffing is exercise. A person who uses great bodily exertion, can eat and drink more without suffering from it than one who leads an inactive life; a foxhunter, for instance, in comparison with an alderman. Want of exercise and too much nourishment must make a man either fat or ill. If the extra hydrogen and carbon are not burnt out, or otherwise got rid of, they turn to blubber, or cause some disturbance in the system, intended by Nature to throw them

of all the bodies we use up during our life- had better take care how we indulge in comtimes? If we are none the worse for their bustibles." flying away in carbonic acid and other things without ceremony, what good can we expect from having a fuss made about the body we leave behind us, which is put into the earth? However, you are wanting to know what becomes of the water and carbonic acid which have been made by the oxygen of the blood burning up the old materials of our frame. The dark blood of the veins absorbs this carbonic acid and water, as the blood of the arteries does oxygen,-only, they say, it does so by means of a salt in it, called phosphate of soda. Then the dark blood goes back to the lungs, and in them it parts with its carbonic acid and water, which escapes as breath. As fast as we breathe out, carbonic acid and water leave the blood; as fast as we breathe in, oxygen enters it. The oxygen is sent out in the arteries to make the rubbish of the body into gas and vapour, so that the veins may bring it back and get rid of it. The burning of rubbish by oxygen through- off, which is called a disease. Walking, riding, out our frames is the fire by which our animal heat is kept up. At least this is what most philosophers think; though doctors differ a little on this point, as on most others, I hear. Professor Liebig says, that our carbon is mostly prepared for burning by being first extracted from the blood sent to it-(which contains much of the rubbish of the system "The good old advice-Baillie's, eh ?-or dissolved)—in the form of bile, and is then Abernethy's-live upon sixpence a day, and re-absorbed into the blood, and burnt. He earn it," Mr. Bagges observed. reckons that a grown-up man consumes about "Well, and then, uncle, in hot weather the fourteen ounces of carbon a-day. Fourteen appetite is naturally weaker than it is in cold ounces of charcoal a-day, or eight pounds two-less heat is required, and therefore less food. ounces a-week, would keep up a tolerable So in hot climates; and the chief reason, says fire." the doctor, why people ruin their health in

running, increase the breathing—as well as the perspiration-and make us burn away our carbon and hydrogen in proportion. Dr. Truepenny declares that if people would only take in as much fuel as is requisite to keep up a good fire, his profession would be ruined."

"I had no idea we were such extensive India is their spurring and goading their charcoal-burners," said Mr. Bagges. "They stomachs to crave what is not good for them, say we each eat our peck of dirt before by spices and the like. Fruits and vegetables we die-but we must burn bushels of charcoal."

are the proper things to eat in such countries, because they contain little carbon compared "And so," continued Harry, "the Professor to flesh, and they are the diet of the natives calculates that we burn quite enough fuel to of those parts of the world. Whereas food account for our heat. I should rather think, with much carbon in it, meat, or even mere myself, it had something to do with it-fat or oil, which is hardly anything else than shouldn't you?" carbon and hydrogen, are proper in cold very regions, where heat from within is required to supply the want of it without. That is why the Laplander is able, as I said he does, to devour train- oil. And Dr. Truepenny says that it may be all very well for Mr. M'Gregor to drink raw whiskey at deer-stalking in the Highlands, but if Major Campbell combines that beverage with the diversion of tigerhunting in the East Indies, habitually, the chances are that the Major will come home with a diseased liver."

"Eh?" said Mr. Bagges; "it makes one rather nervous to think that one is burning all over-throughout one's very blood-in this kind of way."

"It is very awful!" said Mrs. Wilkinson. "If true. But in that case, shouldn't we be liable to inflame occasionally?" objected

her husband.

"It is said," answered Harry, "that spontaneous combustion does happen sometimes; particularly in great spirit drinkers. I don't see why it should not, if the system were to become too inflammable. Drinking alcohol would be likely to load the constitution with carbon, which would be fuel for the fire, at any rate."

The deuce!" exclaimed Mr. Bagges, pushing his brandy-and-water from him. "We

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Upon my word, sir, the whole art of preserving health appears to consist in keeping up a moderate fire within us," observed Mr. Bagges.

"Just so, uncle, according to my friend the Doctor. Adjust the fuel," he says, 'to the draught-he means the oxygen; keep the