Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Mrs. Budd had listened to Mulford’s second explanation of the common
mode of ascertaining the longitude, with all the attention of which she
was capable; but it far exceeded the powers of her mind to comprehend
it. There are persons who accustom themselves to think so superficially,
that it becomes a painful process to attempt to dive into any of the
_arcana_ of nature, and who ever turn from such investigations wearied
and disgusted. Many of these persons, perhaps most of them, need only a
little patience and perseverance to comprehend all the more familiar
phenomena, but they cannot command even that much of the two qualities
named to obtain the knowledge they would fain wish to possess. Mrs. Budd
did not belong to a division as high in the intellectual scale as even
this vapid class. Her intellect was unequal to embracing any thing of an
abstracted character, and only received the most obvious impressions,
and those quite half the time it received wrong. The mate’s reasoning,
therefore, was not only inexplicable to her, but it sounded absurd and
impossible.
“Rosy dear,” said the worthy relict, as soon as she saw Mulford stretch
his fine frame on his bed of canvas, speaking at the same time in a low,
confidential tone to her niece, “what was it that Harry was telling you
a little while ago. It sounded to me like rank nonsense; and men _will_
talk nonsense to young girls, as I have so often warned you, child. You
must never listen to their _nonsense_, Rosy; but remember your catechism
and confirmation vow, and be a good girl.”
To how many of the feeble-minded and erring do those offices of the
church prove a stay and support, when their own ordinary powers of
resistance would fail them. Rose, however, viewed the matter just as it
was, and answered accordingly.
“But this was nothing of that nature, aunty,” she said, “and only an
account of the mode of finding out where a ship is, when out of sight of
land, in the middle of the ocean. We had the same subject up the other
day.”
“And how did Harry tell you, this time, that was done, my dear?”
“By finding the difference in the time of day, between two places—just
as he did before.”
“But there is no difference in the time of day, child, when the clocks
go well.”
“Yes, there is, aunty dear, as the sun rises in one place before it does
in another.”
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