Wreaths of Friendship by T. S. Arthur and F. C. Woodworth


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Page 29




THE MINE.


[Illustration: THE MINE.]


There are three kingdoms in nature--the Mineral kingdom, the Vegetable
kingdom, and the Animal kingdom--the former for the sake of the latter, and
all for the sake of man. Without the Vegetable kingdom animals could not
exist, and without the Mineral kingdom vegetables could not exist.

It is also worthy of remark, that in all the inferior kingdoms of nature,
there is an image of what is superior. The lowest of all the kingdoms is
the Mineral kingdom, where every thing takes a fixed form, and where all
changes are the work of centuries, instead of days and months, as in the
Vegetable and Animal kingdoms. Yet, in this dull, inert kingdom, we find a
certain image of the one next above, in the upright or orderly forms into
which many of its substances arrange themselves. Under circumstances of
more than usual freedom, particles of matter in this kingdom will assume
shapes so nearly resembling those of the Vegetable kingdom, that many were
at first disposed to conclude that they were mere petrifactions; as in the
case of formations at the bottom of the ocean, and those that take place in
caverns. But we will not wonder at this, when we remember, that the use of
the Mineral kingdom is to sustain the Vegetable kingdom, in order that the
latter may sustain the Animal kingdom. Use, it must be remembered, is the
great law that pervades, sustains, and holds in harmonious order, the whole
universe.

In the Vegetable kingdom we see a still nearer approach to man. There is
motion and life--not conscious life, but a kind of insensible existence.
Nearly all the members of this kingdom elevate themselves toward heaven,
and stand upright, like men.

In the Animal kingdom there is still greater perfection of life and
freedom. Beasts move over the earth, birds fly through the air, and fishes
change their places, at will, in the sea. This is the highest and most
perfect kingdom, and it is for the sake of this that the others exist. And,
as was just said, all three are for the sake of man. They go to sustain his
natural life, while he remains in this world.

The variety and beauty in the two higher kingdoms are displayed to the eyes
of all. But the wonders of the Mineral kingdom are hidden beneath the
surface. Mines have to be opened, in order to obtain the metals and
precious stones that the earth hides in her bosom; and man can only obtain
them through hard and patient labor. Hundreds of feet below the surface of
the ground, the miner, with no light to direct his labor but that given him
by his dimly burning safety-lamp, toils on, unconscious of the day's
opening or decline. The sun does not rise nor set for him. He is not warned
by the home-returning bee, the dimly falling shadows of evening, nor the
sudden cry of the night-bird, that the hour of rest has come. But the body
cannot endure labor beyond a certain number of hours. Tired nature calls
for repose, and the call must be obeyed. Even the miner must have his hours
of rest; and then he comes forth, it may be, from his gloomy place of
labor, once more into the sunlight; or sinks to sleep in the dark chambers
where he toils for bread.

When you look at a piece of metal, whether it be gold, silver, copper, or
iron, remember that it has been won from its hidden place, deep in the
solid earth, by the hard labor of man.

* * * * *




THE MINER.


Down where the daylight never comes
Toileth the miner on;
He sees not the golden morning break--
He sees not the setting sun.

Dimly his lamp in the dark vault burns,
And he sits on the miner's hard floor,
Toiling, toiling, toiling on;
Toiling for precious ore!

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