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deaths from this fatal disease have been 4807 
in London, out of 25,837 total deaths, or 
nearly one in five. In New York, 1023 out 
of 6362, or nearly one in six. One-half, at 
least, of these victims of credulity in the ig- 
norance of the faculty, could have been saved 
and restored by reading the Pulmist, and fol- 
lowing its directions. In Philadelphia, only 
673 deaths from Consumption happened in 
1831, out of a mortality of 4939, or less than 
one in seven, about 1 in 7^. Is not this dif- 
ference to be partly ascribed to the Pulmel 
being more used there than in New York, and 
not yet introduced in London? 
26. FRAGMENT OF A PHILOSOPHICAL POEM ON KNOWLEDGE. 
Truth is the sun, and Knowledge solar light 
Streaming from truth, in beams effulgent bright. 
To shine upon, delight, adorn, and bind, 
By links of love, the human soul and mind. 
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Yes, God and truth are one, and both, what is, 
Has been, will be. And truth we may well deem 
That part of God, which we can see and feel. 
To store the mind with rays of knowledge bright. 
Is sharing truth, a beam divine to hold. 
Those who neglect or spurn this lofty aim, 
In mental darkness live, and blindness creep 
Through life; while those who seek shall ever find 
What they require, as God and truth have said. 
A wish soon leads to active mental search 
Of many kinds, to suit the taste of all. 
Happy the men who feel the noble wish. 
And with delight the flow’ry path pursue; 
But happier still when truth has reach’d the mind. 
In streams of light of many hues and shades. 
By thrilling sway, the dazzling flood delights 
To fill and feed the human soul with joys. 
We crave, and we receive the daily streams 
Of lovely truth, from youth to age imparted: 
The more we crave, the more we do receive 
Without disgust, since knowledge never cloys. 
How sweet are those delightful tasks of truth. 
Inviting men to share the joys of heaven. 
Ere they can reach this last eternal home 
Of virtuous souls and minds. Through earth and sky 
The mental range is found to roam at will. 
And ramble freely there in search of science, 
Subservient to the call of daring man: 
While grateful truth becomes, his friend and tool 
Of him who was, who is, an atom born 
But yesterday, to shine awhile and sink. 
Yet truth eternal dwells with him this while. 
And at his call does not disdain to lead 
By gentle steps, from dross to gold divine. 
His craving mind; from dark to brighter regions 
Of knowledge pure, a lofty daring flight 
They take, to reach the scope of human life, 
The thirst for light and bliss; the source of both 
To find, around the throne of HIM, who rules 
Ihe world on high. Since God and truth are one! 
— •— C. S. R. 
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