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congregated numbers, and the arrangement of 

 our houses, seem to be diametrically opposed to 

 it. Man acts strangely. Although a current 

 of fresh air is the very life of his lungs, he 

 seems indefatigable in the exercise of his in- 

 ventive powers to deprive them of this heavenly 

 blessing. Thus, he carefully closes every cranny 

 of his bed-chamber against its entrance, and 

 he prefers that his lungs should receive the 

 mixed effluvium from his cellar and larder, and 

 from a patent little modern Aquarius, in lieu 

 of it. 



Why should man be so terrified at the ad- 

 mission of night air into any of his apartments ? 

 It is Nature's ever-flowing current, and never 

 carries the destroying angel with it. 



See how soundly the delicate little wren and 

 tender robin sleep under its full and immediate 

 influence, and how fresh and vigorous and 

 joyous they rise amid the surrounding dew- 

 drops of the morning. Although exposed all 

 night long to the air of Heaven, their lungs are 

 never out of order, and this we know by the 

 daily repetition of their song. 



Look at the newly-born hare, without any 

 nest to go to. It lives and thrives, and be- 

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