The most active rays in building up plant-life are said to be the yellow and orange, though Nature’s fondness for green everywhere is probably justified by some special utility. At any rate, the action of these solar rays is to decompose the products of combustion, to set free the oxygen, and to fix the carbon in the plant. Perhaps these words do not convey a definite meaning to the reader, but it is to be hoped they will, for the statement they imply is wonderful enough. Swift’s philosopher at Laputa, who had a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, was wiser than his author knew; for cucumbers, like other vegetables, are now found to be really in large part put together by sunbeams, and sunbeams, or what is scarcely distinguishable from such, could with our present scientific knowledge be extracted from cucumbers again, only the process would be too expensive to pay. The sunbeam, however, does what our wisest chemistry cannot do: it takes the burned out ashes and makes them anew into green wood; it takes the close and breathed out air, and makes it sweet and fit to breathe by means of the plant, whose food is the same as our poison. With the aid of sunlight a lily would thrive on the deadly atmosphere of the “black hole of Calcutta;” for this bane to us, we repeat, is vital air to the plant, which breathes it in through all its pores, bringing it into contact with the chlorophyl, its green blood, which is to it what the red blood is to us; doing almost everything, however, by means of the sun ray, for if this be lacking, the oxygen is no longer set free or the carbon retained, and the plant dies. This too brief statement must answer instead of a fuller description of how the sun’s energy builds up the vegetable world. But the ox, the sheep, and the lamb feed on the vegetable, and we in turn on them (and on vegetables too); so that, though we might eat our own meals in darkness and still live, the meals themselves are provided literally at the sun’s expense, virtue having gone out of him to furnish each morsel we put in our mouths. But while he thus prepares the material for our own bodies, and while it is plain that without him we could not exist any more than the plant, the processes by which he acts grow more intricate and more obscure in our own higher organism, so that science as yet only half guesses how the sun makes us. But the making is done in some way by the sun, and so almost exclusively is every process of life.