The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1863-11-19
Hidden Life.
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little or the hand.work OF God. Every
drop Of water teens with life. You can
not quench your thirst, even with the
purest water, without swallowing scores
Of puuy lives. The ocean is stirred by
the huge leviathan, who maketh it boil
like pos. And therein, also, in myriad
varieties, are the lesser forms of life,
running down to the animalcu!e, so small
that one hundred and fifty millions of
them weighs less than grain.
2. The atmosphere is tul Of life, aud
and dry land swarms with animals of un-
written names aul unknown orders,
crawling, burrowing, creeping, boring,
leaping, running, hopping, and flying
creatures. Out of sight aud beyond the
nearing oI men are lnnumerable living
things. They inhabis the air We breathe
the water we drink, the food We eat
They move and have their being in
sweets and sours--in the toughest flint
as well as in the mellow pulp Of the
peach-in blossoms and fruits, in buds
and leaves, in ry":s and branches, in the
bodies Of animals, verify, in our own
human bodies are tiny tenaots-popu-
lous colonies Of little inhabitaLts dwell
ing aud moving in oor flesh, all too min
ute to be seen or compreheuded
8. Life is everywhere. Little lives
ere enve!oped within large lives. Other
little lives are Fl ce and isolated indcpen-
dencies. We recently looked through a
powerful microscope in the Office Of San
ford c. Hill, esq the almanac maker, at
East Liverpool, Ohio, and examined a
drop Of rain water. III that single drop
We counted near a dozen playful little
creatures, apparently as large as the com
mon house fly, frolicking aud trishlng
about as mcrrily as n;nIows in . mead
ow brock.
1. Then we reached booi. from the
shelf, and detected speck Of a white
insect hurryiug off at double quick to
hide behind grain Of dust; for we had
opened on him by surprise. The Ntt!o
fellow was retrcatins rapid!y; for the
shaking OF the book leaf, or even for as
much of a leaf to tremblc as would hold
a single letter, was to him commotion
equal to hundred earthquakes ! But
We pursued him, excited as he was until
we chased him on u Oar Of polished brass,
and, by grand stratagem, drove him to
an intrench ment on the bar
5. He was smaller than the dot Of an
in you pocket Bible. But we pressed
him into our service, prisoner in his
house of brass, and snugly covered by
glass slide, until We reviewed him be-
uca.h the microscope. His prison was
>s roon.y than the eye OF a hne calnbrc
needle, yet, und,r the mics o>cope, his
liberties, as well a, his body, were great
y enlarged. That creature, to the naked
eye 50 small, was now apparently y as large
as a bee, and white as snow, with limbs
Of perfect symmetry and proportion. We
were effected by his efforts to be free -
He hurried from side to side of his pris.
on-house, and tried to force the walls
apart. Through his clear transparent
flesh could be seen the beatines of his
heart and purple veins Of his blood. His
movements were restless and pit!ful as
those of newly Gagged bird.
6 If we could, by some magnifcr Of
sound, have heard his voice and under.
stood his language, doubtless it would
have been p!aintive cry of liberty. How
wonderful are the works of the Almighty
Hand In wisdom he hath made them
ALL How vast the lessons brou.h. 70
our minds by the telescope, from worlds
alar, and by the microscope from marvels
so near, that, to the naked eye, they are
all unseen. IS .Schooi Visitor.
No CHILDHOOD We talk of Adam
and Eve as having been before the fall,
in very happy eonditiou; but one thing
they missed-they never were children.
Adam ever played "hookey," he never
drove a tandem of boys with a string
He never skated on pond, or played
ball, or rode down bill on hand sled
And Eve, she never made playhouse;
she never took tea with another little girl,
from the a-table set out with the tea
things; she never rolled hoop, or jump.
ed the rope, or pieced baby quilt, or
dressed dol They never played blind
mans buff, or pussy wants a corner, or
hurly burly, or any Of the games with
which childhood disports itself How
blank their age must have been within;
no mepories of early youth came swelling
up in their hearts; 10 visions of child
hood floating back from the long past; no
mothers voice chanting lullaby to the
ear of infancy, in the still hour Of night;
no fathers words Of kindness speaking
from the churchyard where he sleeps
Adam and Eve, and they alone of all the
countless millions of men and women that
have ever lived, had no childhood
NEVER SULk. Better draw the cork
Of your indignation, and let it foam and
fume, than wire it down to turn sour
and acrid within Snlks affect the liz.