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contrasted with those which have their abode in the mighty waters. The Psalmist says, that in the ocean, are things creeping, innumerable.
And these again differ in color, and shape, and size, Father.
They do, Frank. And the disproportion, too, how vast, between the mite and thë elephant, between the minnow and the whale!
You have not noticed the variety which appears in the human race, Father. No two persons are altogether alike. Cousin Charles and John, who very much resemble each other, are yet easily known apart.
They are. No two voices, perhaps, are precisely the same. The works of God are without number,
And when we look at the milky-way, Father, we are sure that the stars are innumerable.
Of that we are certain, Frank; whatever view we take of the boundless works of the adorable Creator, with what admiration should we exclaim, “O Lord, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom hast thou made them all! The earth is full of thy riches."
THE SOLAR SYSTEM.
WHAT is the reason, Father, that we do not see any stars in the day time? Have they all set, as the sun does in the evening? No, Frank
If a small candle were placed on yonder hill, which is ten miles distant, at noon-day, do you
should seo its blaze ?
I think not; because the light of the sun is so powerful: but we should see it if it were dark, should we not?
Perhaps we should ; and this is the reason why we do not see the stars in the day-time; their lustre is lost in the superior glory of the sun: so, when he is set, they are visible.
See, Father, Jupiter is a great way from the star near which we last saw him.
He is: he, and a few others, are called planets, from a Greek word, which means to wander; because they are always altering their places in the heavens.
But the stars of Charles' Wain, and of Orion, Father, do not wander.
They do not; they are fixed stars, or suns , they do not roll around our sun, nor do they derive any light or heat from his influence. The planets, or worlds, which do, belong to what we call the Solar System.
Will you tell me Father, all'about it?
I cannot do this, Frank; I will tell you some few things; I know but little myself. The sun is in the middle of it. He is a magnificent object.
How then is it that he sets and rises, if he be in the midst, Father.
Properly speaking, he does not either rise or set.
But we constantly see him do so. not to believe what we see?
Not always, Frank. You recollect when you went with me in the coach to see your uncle, you thought the hedges and fields were going along, whilst we were sitting still,
They seemed to do so, Father ; but we know that this was not the case: it was the coach which was in motion.
So, when in the steam packet, you thought that the shore and the trees were moving. You see, that in both these cases you were obliged to call your judgment into exercise.
Are you sure, then, Father, that the sun does not go round the earih?
It is evident, Frank, that it does not. If it does, then all the innumerable stars in the heavens must move along with him every twenty-four hours. This is not credible. Be sides, the sun is so vast a body, that we cannot suppose that this is the case; it is about 880,000 miles in diameter. How, much,
Frank, is this larger than our globe? I think you can easily answer this question.
Why, it must be one hundred and ten times the diameter of our earth.
And do you think, Father, that any one can live in the sun ? Most likely it has its inhabitants.
We see that this is the case with every leaf and little plant; and it is highly probable, that such an immense globe is not destitute of animated existence.
How can any thing live, Father, in so much light and heat ?
I cannot tell, Frank. Herschel supposes that the brilliant light around the sun is the solar atmosphere, and by no means forms the body of the luminary. He thinks that the spots on the sun, as they change, and become greater or smaller, and sometimes disappear altogether, are evidently openings in this atmosphere, through which the sun himself is
We are sure, however, Father, that should have no light or beat, if it were not for
Certainly not; nor any of the beautiful colors which every where charm the eyes; indeed, without the cheering rays of the sun, nothing could exist on the face of the globe; every plant and flower would fade and die; and every creature that moves and breathes would expire.
What a blessing is the sun, Father; how ought we to thank God for his rays !
Yes, we ought; light is one of those mercies, which, as a sacred writer expresses it,
new every morning.” Did you not say, Father, that the sun is distant from us about ninety-five millions of miles ?
Yes, Frank; yet, in about eight minutes, his light visits us every morning. But who can comprehend what we mean by ninety-five millions of miles ? Suppose there was a road to the sun, and that a horse could gallop two hundred miles in a day; how many years would he be going to it?
I must first learn how far he would go in one year; must I not, Father?
Let me see; 200 multiplied by 365, the days in a year, is 73,000. And 95,000,000 of miles, the distance between the earth and the sun, divided by 73,000, gives the number of years;
see, Father, it is 1300! A horse, then, that would gallop two hundred miles in a day, would be 1300 years in going to the sun. What a distance it must be
You are right. We are however, but just entered on the Solar System. You have carefully read, I hope, the account in the volume I
Yes, Father. MERCURY is the planet which