216 PLANETARY SYSTEM-MERCURY. lower edge of the disc, we shall find the visual rays, drawn to the extremities of the vertical diameter, will form an angle of little more than half a degree. But the true length of this diameter will vary with the length of that portion of the visual ray joining the eye and the extremity of the diameter. Thus, if the visual ray were 1,000 miles in length, the diameter would be little more than nine miles; if 100,000, it would be 930 miles; if 240,000, (the moon's mean distance from the Earth,) it would be 2,232, which is very nearly the moon's true diameter. But if the object were 95,000,000 of miles, the true diameter would be no less than 883,500. Hence, the magnitude of distant bodies cannot be ascertained without knowing their distance from the observer. This being known, no difficulty occurs in finding their true dimensions. Having detained the reader thus long with preliminaries, we proceed to take up the planets in order, beginning with MERCURY. This planet is the innermost one known. That there may be others beyond it and nearer to the sun, is by no means improbable, although we have no means of ascertaining their existence, should they have any. But from the fact that Mercury is invisible from the planet Saturn, it is by no means certain that our inability to discover them should be taken as evidence that they do not exist. It is a thought rather humiliating to the pride of human intellect, that the extremes of even our own system are beyond our grasp, even assisted by the most perfect aids to vision yet invented. By the methods just explained, Mercury's distance from the sun is found to be about 37,000,000 miles, and its diameter about 3,200; so that its surface contains about 32,000,000 square miles, being about one-sixth of the extent of the Earth's surface. This planet is seldom seen by the naked eye. Copernicus never saw it. Other astronomers have seen it three or four times only during a number of years of observation. So that for all our knowledge of it, beyond the simple fact of its existence, we are indebted to the telescope. And in fact we know less of Mercury, even with the aid of the telescope, although when nearest it, to the Earth it is only little more than 50,000,000 of miles distant, than we do of Jupiter, which is more than eight times more remote. The principal reason of this is found in the following fact: Mercury's orbit being interior to that of the Earth, it appears, when seen from the Earth, to oscillate back and forth, sometimes transiting the sun, and sometimes being eclipsed by it. The most distant point from the sun to which it appears to move, is about twenty-nine degrees on either side. Within this space it appears to oscillate six or seven times in the year. The consequence is, that the greater portion of the time it is sufficiently near to the sun to make it difficult of observation, on account of the extreme relative brilliancy of the solar rays, and the fact that, being near the sun, the haziness of the horizon prevents, oftentimes, obtaining any thing but a distorted view. Several important facts have, notwithstanding, been discovered, the principal of which we shall now state. Mercury is the densest of all the planets, being nine times denser than water, or about as dense as lead! The means of ascertaining this fact were stated in a former article. It revolves around the sun in an elliptical orbit, whose eccentricity is no less than 7,000,000 miles, or about one twenty-fifth of the whole transverse axis. Its period of revolution is eighty-seven days and twenty-three hours. Its motion in its orbit is the swiftest of all the planetary bodies, being no less than 109,800 miles per hour, or little more than thirty every second. In addition to its orbital motion, it revolves on its own axis every twenty-four hours, five minutes, twentyeight seconds. The length of its day, therefore, does not differ much from our own. Mercury's density being so much greater than the Earth's, the weight of bodies on its surface would be proportionably greater if it were as large. But the Earth contains material enough to make fifteen globes as large as Mercury. The two influences operating together nearly counterbalance each other; so that a pound of matter on the Earth's surface, if transported to this planet, would weigh one pound eight and a half drams. Being so much nearer the sun than we, its light is much greater. The quantity of light enjoyed by the Mercurians is about six and two-thirds times greater than falls to the lot of Earth's inhabitants. The quantity of light on Uranus is 360 times less than on the Earth; so that the sun's brilliancy, as seen from Mercury, is 2,400 times greater than at the other extreme of our system. This excessive brilliancy, as before stated, militates very much against observation of this planet. Of the solar transits of Mercury, we shall have occasion to speak when we come to describe those of Venus. Schroeter, an eminent German observer, states that he has distinctly seen mountains on the surface of this planet, the altitude of two of which he succeeded in measuring. One he found to be nearly one and a quarter miles high, (1 mile and 372 yards;) the other nearly eleven miles, (10 miles and 1,378 yards.) The method of ascertaining the height of mountains is two-fold-by means of their shadows, and by the distance of the bright spots from the dark part of the disc. The length of this article, already, forbids an entrance upon a more full explanation of this subject at present. At a future period it will receive a more complete elucidation. From what has been already said, we can see something of that endless diversity and variety which marks the works of Deity. What a blissful theme for study during the ever-revolving ages of eternity! O'ER the vast waters of the boundless past, 'Tis the warm beam of memory's beacon light. It streams from some loved, solitary spot, Where hope was bright, and friendship ever greenWhere every zephyr sighed, Forget me not," And naught but joy was heard, or smiles were seen. Time's ever-changing scenes may hide from view The images once bright on memory's page; But golden thoughts, as drops of morning dew, Yet gild this spot, the best of boyhood's age. We tread again these loved, familiar halls, And turn from the strange throng the filling eye: The sound of giddy mirth unwelcome falls Upon the ear, and drowns the deep-drawn sigh. O, tell me not 'tis weakness now to weep; For fancy's wings my musing soul hath led To by-gone scenes: there let it calmly sleep: Too soon 'twill wake to find that they have fled. I had a dream. The visions of the past Were bright around me. Each familiar tone A listless rapture o'er my senses cast, And forms once loved on earth now heav'nly shone; But one bright, angel form came flitting by, Enrobed in fancy's glittering attire, And on her brow the impress, "Memory," What charms around thy spirit twine, Enticing thee to stay! The flowers of youth will quickly pine, And hope's bright planet cease to shine, Cheering the dreary way. Come while hope is brightly beaming In thy young and tearless eye; While thy heart is vainly dreaming That those hopes will never die. Come while thy life's a sinless stream, Unruffled by earth's madd'ning care, And o'er its surface hope's gay beam Falls heav'nly bright, serenely fair. 217 The music ceased; but oft their murmuring song The ever shifting course of passion's wind, And leave naught but a roving wreck behind: Securely staid by memory's magic chain, It spreads over all its deep oblivious gloom. Whose hearts were bound to ours by friendship's The troubled surface of time's rapid stream ties. Ah, Death! how soon he chills the clasped hand! 'Tis when love's flame glows brightest that it dies. Though they were earth's no more, around each head The circling wreaths of friendship yet were green; And Death's dark, cheerless tracery had fled From forms now glowing bright with heav'nly sheen. Methought the stirring music of their lyres Recalled the blissful memories of the past, And roused into a flame the kindling fire So long suppressed beneath death's chilling blast. Welcome to our sacred shore, * Delivered at the annual meeting of the alumni of Amenia Seminary. VOL. VI.-28 Hath closed o'er myriads in the passing year, Falls the remembrance of departed years! But a slight record, dimmed with sorrow's tears. Where now those valiant kings, who, ages gone, Swayed with a mighty arm the conqueror's sword? Where now the myriad hosts, who, brave at morn, At eve were weltering in commingled blood? Where now Jerusalem, whose mighty wall Frowned in defiance o'er the wreck of time? Well might her altars totter to their fall, When stained with human blood, and steeped in crime. A few lone, moss-grown columns now remain Thus do earth's gaudy trappings fade away; And this, vain-glorious victory, is thy doom. Stand by the marble slab that marks the grave He, a lone exile, bade the world farewell. Death only could his restless spirit quell, High in the arch of fame, shines one bright sun: I strayed among the chambers of the dead, Beside the beggar's weary, tottering frame. Love's diamond brilliants sparkle in her eye- Whose very life was nurtured by its love, The scenes of other years-our schoolboy hours, When hope's false, flattering mirror showed to all A certain future, strewn with joy's gay flowers. Whose eye more dazzled with its inward fire? Where kindled rosy health on warmer cheek? Where swept the strains of love a sweeter lyre, Than in that form we now too vainly seek? What if, at parting, flowed the tears of sorrowWhat though our bosoms heaved the bitter sigh! We hoped, though parting now, to meet to-morrow, And could not dream that they so soon would die. Is there a heart around whose inmost chords Their mem'ries float not like a mournful strain? How deep with feeling were those parting words, O what a cloud of sadness darkens o'er The soul's bright surface at the word farewellTo feel that we can hear that voice no more, Whose sweetness thrilled us with its magic spellTo know the last, low, trembling word is spoken, That like a death-knell chills the aching heart! Then the fond dream of happiness is broken, And unavailing tears unbidden start. To some loved ones the last farewell is given, Whose hopes were brighter, hearts than ours more gay: The charm that bound us Death's dread scythe hath riven, And they are mingling with the senseless clay. Who has not laid in memory's inmost shrine The name of some beloved, departed friend, Round which the heart's strong chords will closely twine, While life and memory their beams extend? But cease, my muse, thy theme, nor longer sigh O'er the cold grave of long-departed years. The Present beams its light on every eye, Bright'ning at once her joys, and sorrow's tears. Amid time's passing clouds it bright appears, And decks the future with its rainbow light The arch of hope, that high its splendor rears Above the portals of that depthless night. Unending hope! when sorrow's tempests rise, And spread relentless o'er the trembling soul, Thy bow of promise kindles in the skies, And gayly tints the future's mystic scroll. Thy ray can pierce the midnight dungeon's gloom, And brighten to a smile its dark despair, Dispel the deathly shadows of the tomb, And beam in quenchless radiance e'en there. When the soul's dewy sadness fills the eye, And earthly joys shrink tremblingly away, O how it longs on angel's wings to fly, Directed by hope's ever kindling ray. Hope on, my ever-trusting spirit, still, Drink in the music of that heavenly strain, Whose joyful notes the trembling heart-strings thrill, "We'll meet in heaven, to part no more again." CONSECRATION OF CHILDREN. CONSECRATION OF CHILDREN. BY MISS M. E. WENTWORTH. BRING them to Christ-what offering is more meet It you spotless and pure? or will ye wait Has fettered fast your thoughts to earthly good, Or would ye bring out from the rust of wealth Where slaves weep tears of blood o'er polished stones, Your hoarded stores, peerless to worldly eyes; Are valleys fair, or wooded hills upreared Then might ye bring for God the wealth of schools: And catches from the tables of the soul The trace it leaves, as limners sieze the shade Mountains of gold, or glory's proudest name, PARTING. To part with those we fondly love; 219 But Hope speeds Time's more sluggish step, That its bright scenes the heart may cheer: Which greets return. And then the long up-treasured tale, Thus Hope relieves the present pain, And soothes the anguished, riven heart; Thus breathes her genial influence o'er The scene, when friends are called to part. Blest herald of a happier day! I greet thee with a heartfelt glow: May thy predictions be fulfilledThy visions realized below I'll ask no more. G. W. THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE. That revels, as the summer bee, Perchance may be thy bitter lot; And give thee joys that earth hath not. E'en in life's rudest, wildest form, This is the Hope can whisper "peace ❞— Can succor thee amid the storm, And bid the raging tempest ceaseThis is the Hope that can illume The dark, lone chamber of the graveChase from the future all its gloom, And buoy thee up on Jordan's wave. W. N. H. 220 NOTICES. NOTICES. DOWLING'S HISTORY OF ROMANISM.-This is a spirited, well written work, compiled from creditable though not, as we suppose, original sources, and ornamented with very fine steel engravings. Printed on fair type, and on excellent paper, it forms a neat and attractive octavo of some eight or nine hundred pages. It contains some expressions which we should have been reluctant to use, and something of that spirit of censoriousness which characterizes many of the works on this subject. The records of the Roman Church present many black pages; but we should not forget that they are fringed with light. The history of popes is a history of revolting errors; but we must distinguish between the faults of the time and the faults of the men. Calvin burnt Servetus; the Puritans once persecuted Quakers and killed witches. The cardinal principles both of the doctrine and government of the Roman Church we believe to be wrong; yet we cheerfully concede that the former contains much truth and the latter much excellence. Although we are not without serious apprehensions in relation to the increase of Romanism in the United States, we do not entertain as much fear as many. We believe that the spirit of the age will either subvert the institutions of Romanism, or very essentially and beneficially modify them. Who are fiercer or more jealous democrats than the Irish and German Catholics among us? Can they who are accustomed to the exercise of civil rights be long held in ecclesiastical bondage? Can they who enjoy a free interchange of opinion on political topics, and listen to harangues on republican principles, be long blinded and silenced by a priesthood, however ingenious and united? Do we not, in Catholic churches in this country, hear the rumbling that precedes the earthquake, and witness here and there an eruption that indicates pent up and agitated fires. Protestantism is in more danger from Catholic schools than from any other quarter. These, perhaps, indicate design on the part of the Catholic Church more clearly than any other stroke of her policy. She does not found such institutions in Catholic countries, as Spain, Italy, or Ireland. Nor does she establish them here for her own ignorant youth. If we have been correctly informed, even her orphan asylums are filled with the children of Protestants, while many of her own poor are unprovided for. Her plan of alluring youth to these institutions is indicative of guile; and her policy in proselyting those within them, however insidious, is generally effectual. We have sometimes thought that in this country too much importance was unwittingly given to the Catholic Church, by declaiming against her political designs, and magnifying her political power: the sure way to make her combine her influence, and to cause politicians to bid high for her suffrages. Protestants, who have confidence in their principles, are not afraid to meet Catholics upon a fair field, only give us an open Bible, and an unfettered tongue. How does the Catholic priest tremble when he sees the word of life among his people! If Luther cut his way through hosts of enemies in a dark age, and with only the sword of the Spirit, what have we to fear? It appears to us that any thing calculated to repel the Catholics is fitted to strengthen them; whereas, that treatment which will win their confidence and give us access to them, will surely secure us the victory. And our facilities for this purpose are great. Most of our Papists are laborers, dependent on Protestants, and many of them are living in the bosom of Protestant families. Let them, then, be treated in the spirit of kindness and charity, and they will soon be capable of reasoning and of being reasoned with on all matters pertaining to their faith. There is no resisting the light that is pouring in floods upon the world. The institutions, both civil and ecclesiastical, which originated in dark ages, must be modified or overthrown. Names may be retained, and buildings and garments may appear the same; but in principles and spirit old things must pass away-all things must become new, save truth, which is eternal, and, like God, the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever. Apparently, indeed, the Catholic Church is putting forth unwonted energies, and making amazing advances; but does the appearance correspond with the reality? While she is gaining extrinsic influence is she not losing intrinsic power? The more she increases her centrifugal force, the less becomes her centripetal. How feeble is her hold upon France and England! By how attenuated an attraction does she draw the turbulent masses of the United States! Her recent conquests among us are like the victory of Pyrrhus over the ancient Romans: they will lead her to sue for peace. They have opened a communication to the heart of Austria, through which Protestant, democratic America will pour hot streams of argument that neither her Church nor state can endure. Already has a second Luther arisen in Germany, who is likely to be a consuming fire to Roman despotism. In vain may European governments suppress American periodicals. If this channel be closed, the stream of republican feeling and argument will break over Catholic Europe through private intercourse; for it is not in Germany alone that it is felt: Italy herself sits upon a political volcano. We have wandered, and must return. Dowling's work will be found interesting and useful, and, we doubt not, will be extensively read. Perhaps it is better adapted to the popular reader than the work of Dr. Elliott, but will not, we judge, compare with it for accuracy and depth of research. Dr. Elliott had access to original sources, and his work is a monument of scientific labor. FIRST BOOK OF DRAWING: being Exercises for Children on the Slate and Black-board. By W. and R. Chambers. INTRODUCTION TO THE SCIENCES. By W. and R. Chambers. RUDIMENTS OF ANIMAL PHYSIOLOGY. By Dr. G. Hamilton. These are numbers two, three, and four of Dr. Reese's improved edition of Chambers' Educational Course. Published by Sorin & Ball. We are very much pleased with these school books. They are designed to introduce the young mind to an acquaintance with nature, and admirably are they adapted to this end. We hope they will be taken into our schoolrooms generally. They will awaken curiosity, excite habits of observation and inquiry, and store the mind with much valuable knowledge. A YEAR WITH THE FRANKLINS; or, To Suffer and be Strong. By E. Jane Cate. Harper & Brothers. BOARDING OUT; or, Domestic Life. Harper & Brothers. We suppose these tales are well written, and designed to convey a good moral. |