Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-12-25
EDUCATIONAL COLUMN.
Edited and Conducted by
J f. LANGENBA UGH.
Iron in the Blood.

this fluid holds potassium or sodium, or
that the braiu is permeated with phospho-
rus. The popular curiosity and interest
regarding iron as it exists in the circula-
tion have been excited by the venders of
quack remedies alleged to contain some
combination of the element While there
is much that is very absurd in the state
ments popularly presented, it Is impossi-
bic to overlook the importance to the
well-being of The individual of the few
grains of iron found in the blood If the
quantity is diminished from any cause,
the whole economy suffers serious de-
rangement. We have reason to believe
that when the normal quantity (about 100
gra;ns) is reduced ten per cent, the system
is sensibly affected, and the healtn suffers.
How sensitive TO all the chemical reac-
tions going on within and around in this
complex machine we call bcdyl But iron
among the mineral constituents of the
body, does not stand alone in its impor-
iant relationship. The metals exist COM
bincd with other bodies, or they are lock-
ed up in the form of salts, which are vital
to the economy. There are five pounds
of phosphate of lime, one OF carbonate of
lime, three ounces of fluoride of calcium
three and hall ounces of common salt,
all Of which have important offices to fill.
Not one Of them must be allowed to fall
i'll quantity below the normal standard.
If the lime Iails, the bones give way; if
the salt is withheld, the blood suffers, and
indigestion is impaired; if phosphorus is
spalingly furnished, the mind is weaken
Ell, ana the tendency is toward idiocy.
MEMORY.
'Tis sweet to look backward upon the
days that have passed, to the time when
we We're unconscious of earthly care. 'Tis
pleasant to remember the surrcadings of
those bygOne days when life was new,
and when the future, as it was spread out
before us, seemed an extended panorama
Of beauty and. loyeliness. 1t fills the
heart with strange wild yearning,
which resembles sorrow only as mist
resembles rain" VIXEN memory reyerts to
those halcyon days of sunny childhood,
when it was sweet spring time, and joy.
Gus summer, and when autumn with its
withered leaves and wintery prospects
seemed very lar away.
When the rose tinted clouds of hope
hung over the pathway of our young
lives, lending their gay coloring to the
that the great drama of life would be to us
fairy revel; that no dark cloud of dis
appointment or sorrow would ever OBJ
scure for moment the brightness of that
sun, that was shedding its golden beams
upon our pathway.
Over deaths dim and silent realm she
casts her quick and kindling glance. and
from the bosom of the past come forth
sl!adowy forms to meet us, and we are
greeted by the spirit whispers ofthe loved
and lost. Oh meinoryl Our heart
stiinss vibrate strangely beneath thy
gentle touches, when in the fitful music
that is ruDg out TO Us from your shattered
chords we hear again the Ginning of the
solemn bell that tolled our bereavement
to the world, bringing the SOLEMN truth
To the stricken heart We picture the
faces of our lost friends as when we saw
them last. Oh, the anguish Of watching
at the bedside of loved friend, knowing
that the vail of misty shadows that hangs
between us and the mysterious hereafter
is being slowly lifted, and they are going
from us into that unknown country that
lies so far away. AS the memory of such
a time comes back to the heart, we seem
to feel the last faint pressure of the hand
that will never clasp our own on earth
again; listen t. the words whispered by
the lips now hushed forever, lips upon
which death has long since set his seal of
eternal silence.
Though the blossoms of many springs
may have shed their perfume around their
lovely homes, yet
'ln the silence of the r'r- light, when
The cares of day are o'er,
There came to us low whispers, from
The loved and gone before.
Memories of JOY and SORROW are strange
ly mingled when at the hour of twilight,
or in the deep watches Of the night when
stars are Our only companions, hosts of
lrecollections from the bosom of the past
come to us. They steal in upon the heart
Ike music. Times finger may trace lines
il the face, may dim the sparkling eye,
AMI silver the hair, but memory feels not
his touch, and recollections of our early
years remain with US. The Turing voice
of fame, and the promptings of ambition,
may drown for while tho gentle whis-