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Thus, the first essential for the healthy condition of the blood, and
thence of the body, is its nourishment. The second, is its purification.
Now, the blood is not only the nourishing, but it is also the warming
medium of the body. Each moment of our lives, chemical changes and
interchanges are going on between the atoms, throughout every portion of
our frames: those which have become unfit for the purposes of the living,
healthy body, are replaced by fresh ones, by fresh nourishment, brought by
the blood in its never-ceasing current of circulation. At the moment the
change takes place, heat is given out--the natural warmth of the living
being. But the fresh atoms of nourishment having displaced the old ones,
the latter necessarily pass into the blood, and as necessarily render it
impure, altering its qualities, and converting it from a bright red, life
and vigor-supporting agent, into a dark purple fluid, not only unfit to
sustain life, but unfit also either to impart energy or proper nourishment
to the frame, unless it be perfectly purified by the agencies provided
for this purpose. These agencies are principally four, viz., the lungs,
the skin, the liver, the kidneys. The first is directly connected with
the subject of pure air; the second, with pure air, light, and personal
cleanliness; the two last, with food; and all with the last condition of
physical health, the blood circulation or distribution.
THE TRIALS OF A NEEDLEWOMAN.[9]
BY T. S. ARTHUR.
(Continued from page 440.)
CHAPTER X.
WITHOUT venturing the remotest allusion to her parting with her lover,
Miss Ballantine commenced her narrative by saying--
"When I left New York with my father, for New Orleans, no voyage could
have promised fairer. Mild, sunny weather, with good breezes and a noble
ship, that scarcely seemed to feel the deep swell of the ocean, bore us
pleasantly on towards the desired port. But, when only five days out, an
awful calamity befel us. One night I was awakened from sleep by a terrific
crash; and in a little while the startling cry of 'the ship's on fire!'
thrilled upon my ear, and sent an icy shudder to my heart. I arose from
my berth, and put on my clothes hastily. By this time my father had come,
dreadfully agitated, into the cabin; and while his own lips quivered, and
his own voice trembled, he endeavored to quiet my fears, by telling me
that there was no danger; that the ship had been struck with lightning;
but that the fire occasioned thereby would readily be put out.
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