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"the Two Breaths."

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Parent Issue
Day
20
Month
November
Year
1874
Copyright
Public Domain
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So far as pure air ia concerned, some hints are given by Canon Kingley which inay be useful even to the poor, or to employers who care for the poor. He describes what he calis " the two breaths," and their eflFects. The two are, of course, the breath you take in - which " is, or ought to be, pure air, composed, on the whole, of oxyen and nitrogen, with a minute portion of carbonic acid" - and the breath you give out. which " is an impure air, to which has been added, among other matters which will not support life, an excesg of carbonio aoid." He then points out that this carbonic acid eas when warm, is lighter than the air, and ascends; and, whioh at the same temperature as oominon air, is heavier than that air, and descends, lying along the floor, "just as it hes of ten in the bottom of oíd wells or brewer's oíd vats, as a stratum of poison, killing oocasionally the men who desoend into it." Henee a word of admonition is addressed to those who think nothing of sleeping on the floor, and ; and henee, as " the poor are too apt, in times of distress, to pawn their bedsteads and keep their beds," the friends of the poor are entreated never to let this happen, and to " keep the bedstead, whatever else may go, to save the sleeptir from the carbonio acid on the floor." Chamber'a Journal. At Night. It is night now, and here is home. Gathered under the quiet roof elders and children He alike at rest. In the midst of a greut calm the stars look out froin the heavens. The silence is peopled with the past - sorrowful remorse for sins and short-comings, memories of passionate joys and griefs rise out of their graves, both now alike calm and sad. Eyes, as I shut mine, look at me, that have long since ceased to shine. The town and the fair landscape sleep under the starlight, wreathed under the autumn mists. Twinkling among the housog a light keeps watch, here and there, in what may be a sick chamber or two. The clock tolls sweetly in the silent air. Here is night and rest. An awful sense of thanks makes the heart swell and the head bow, as I pass to my room through the sleepine house, and teel as thoueh a

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Old News
Michigan Argus