42 THE WEST AMEEICAN SCIENTIST. 



THE MORNING AIR. 



[Written I'or the West American Scientist.] 



'Tis mine to breathe the morning air^ 



Upon this balmy shore, 

 Where breathing is a pure delight, 



Rejoiced in more and more. 



'Tis mine to breathe the morning air, 



Where salt sea-breezes roam, 

 And flowers through all the sunny year^ 



Make home indeed, sweet home. 



^Tis mine to breathe the morning air. 



Where 'tis a joy so pure, 

 A sweet and glad surprise springs up 



Each day to find it sure. 



'Tis mine to breathe the morning air. 



Where grandeur rules the main, 

 And all the landscape far and wide. 



Is beauty's awn domain. 



'Tis mine to breathe the morning air. 



Where all the orbs of light, ,- 



So clear and pure the atmosphere, 

 \' Appear supremely bright. 



'Tis mine to breathe the morning air. 

 Where every passing day, 

 '^ Awakes the grateful heart to praise, ? 



For all the bright array. 



And with the Psalmist to exclaim, 



'Of all the earth the joy,' 

 Like Zion's situation fair, 



And little to annoy. 



'Tis mine where Nature's ways are sweet, 



To breathe the morning air, 

 And ocean waves, like 'evening bells,' 



Invite the heart to prayer. 



San Diego, California. E. E. 



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The quantity of poison conveyed in the fangs of venomous snakes appears to be 

 very small, but of very powerful quality. Dr. Vincent Richards, of Bengal, men- 

 tions a krait which quickly killed three men and seriously poisoned a fourth by 

 bites given in rapid succession. He estimates that the reptile carried eight grains 

 of liquid venom ia its poison glands, which are smaller than those of the cobra. 



