One word more before we finish. We must not leave off without bidding
a last farewell to the good servant of whom we have spoken so much;
the model steward so exact in giving back everything he receives--the
factotum of the house in short. We have watched him at work long enough,
but I have not yet described him personally to you, nor told you exactly
what he is composed of.
And here I shall be obliged to begin again with figures and
calculations, although I am told young people are not very fond of
them. Nevertheless, none of us can manage our affairs properly without
them. Hereafter, when you are at the head of a family, you will be
obliged to practise arithmetic, if you want to know what is going on
in your house. Never allow yourself to look upon what is necessary as
wearisome; the true secret of being punctual in our duties is to throw
our heart and interest into them.
I choose, therefore, to suppose that you will be interested to know
that 1000 ounces of blood generally contain, (for there are shades of
difference between one sort of blood and another) 870 ounces of the
_serum_ I have been talking about, and 130 ounces of _clot_. At first
sight one would take the quantity of _clot_ to be much greater than it
really is; but in the state you see it, in the basin, it contains a
considerable amount of water, which belongs by right to its companion
_serum_, and which has to be drained away from it before it can be
weighed.
Now, in our 870 ounces of serum, we shall find, to begin with, 790 of
water; do not be astonished at the quantity. Most of the weight of all
animals is produced by water; they weigh comparatively nothing after
being thoroughly dried in a stove--when they are dead of course--for
neither animal nor plant can live unless saturated with water. This,
by the way, may serve to explain the ease with which we can keep
ourselves floating in water; we are not much more than water ourselves!
Were it not for those abominable bones which are a little bit heavier
than the rest, we should never sink unless a stone were hung round our
necks.
I repeat then; 790 ounces of water in 870 of _serum_, which leaves 80.
Of this, _albumen_ furnishes seventy, and the ten others, with the
exception of a small portion of fat which floats here and there
ready-made, are _salts_. It would take too long to explain what _salts_
are here, but there is one sort of salt you know perfectly well; viz.,
that which is put on the dinner-table in a salt-cellar. And it is the
most important of all. More than half the ten ounces of salts consist of
it alone, which will make you understand better than before, what I
explained with reference to the stomach; that is, why we put salt in our
food. The porter above is quite up to his business when he asks everyone
who enters to produce his little bit of salt. It is an attention which
the blood appreciates very highly, although table-salt is of no great
use to him in his building operations; but it evidently keeps him in
good humor, and he would work badly without it. It is the same with all
the animals man makes use of, and even the plants he cultivates, find
that salt gives them an appetite. And it would almost seem as if nature
had purposely dealt with us in this matter on a magnificent scale. She
has made salt-magazines of the sea and the bosom of the earth, where it
exists in prodigious masses which cost nothing but the labor of stooping
to pick up, except in countries where a gentleman called a tax-gatherer,
stands by to count the lumps and allow them to pass on by paying a
duty. For my part, if I were the government--this is a secret between
you and me, mind--I would look out for something else to stand in the
place of the salt-tax. It is not well to interpose between man and the
gratuities of Dame Nature, and to make him pay more heavily for the
blood's chosen friend than she meant him to be charged.
But to proceed, the kitchen-salt being deducted from the ten ounces
of salts-in-general, there remain altogether from four to five ounces,
which contain----. But here I stop, for it puzzles me very much how
to go on! Enough, that to enable you to follow me, you would require
at least as much knowledge of chemistry as will be expected of a young
man who has to pass an examination in medicine. Fancy the contents of
a whole druggist's shop! I will tell you a few names, that you may
have a specimen of the style in use, but I forewarn you that they are
not inviting: _hydrochlorate of ammonia; hydrochlorate of potash;
carbonate of lime; sulphate of potash; phosphate of lime; phosphate
of magnesia; lactate of soda._ I spare you the others, for many
others there are, without counting those which have not yet been
discovered I All these things are to be found, I must tell you, in
fibrine and albumen, but in such minute quantities that it is scarcely
possible to recognize them.
In the serum, for instance, the gentlemen are so very small, and so
completely entangled one with the other, that it is startling to think
of the skill and patience requisite for making them all out, to say
nothing of affixing the right name--uncouth as it may seem--to each
grain of this almost imperceptible dust! He who first called man an
epitome of creation, scarcely knew how truly he was speaking, for man
bears about in his veins, ascertained samples of at least half the
primitive substances from which all others are made, and if the whole
of them should some day be found to be there, I for one should not be
surprised.
This is well worth knowing, is it not? and I have not come to the end
of my story yet.
We have still the 130 ounces of _clot_ to speak about. But their
contents are easily reckoned. Three ounces of fibrine and 127 of
_globules_.
Here, however, we enter upon such a world of wonders, that I am quite
delighted to be able to finish with it. It will be the masterpiece of
our exhibition!
You feel quite sure blood is red, do you not? Well! it is no more red
than the water of a stream would be, if you were to fill it with little
red fishes. Suppose the fishes to be very very small, as small as a
grain of sand; and closely crowded together through the whole depth
of the stream: the water would look quite red, would it not? And this
is the way in which blood looks red: only observe one thing; a grain
of sand is a mountain in comparison with the little red fishes in the
blood. If I were to tell you they measured about the 3,200th part of
an inch in diameter, you would not be much the wiser, so I prefer
saying (by way of giving you a more striking idea of their minuteness)
that there would be about a million in such a drop of blood as would
hang on the point of a needle. I say so on the authority of a scientific
Frenchman--M. Bouillet. Not that he ever counted them, as you may
suppose, any more than I have done; but this is as near an approach
as can be made by calculation to the size of those fabulous
blood-fishes, which are the 3,200th part of an inch in diameter.
These littlest fishes are called _globules_; but they are not
exactly shaped like _little globes_, as the word would lead you
to suppose. They are more like little plates slightly hollowed out on
both sides. The central nucleus is surrounded by a flattened margin
rather bladdery in appearance, of a beautiful red color, formed of a
sort of very soft and very elastic jelly. I scarcely need tell you
that all this was discovered through the microscope, and moreover, by
examining the blood of frogs, in which the globules are much larger
than in ours. [Footnote: Authentic portraits of these globules drawn--so
to speak--by Nature herself, are to be seen on the admirable Photographs
obtained by Bertsch, with the aid of the solar microscope, invented
by himself and Arnaud. There you see them magnified 250,000 times, and
may study them at your ease, and verify my description for yourself
without any fear of being deceived. You must persuade your father to
procure one. This result of photography is among the wonders of modern
science.]
It was in 1661--rather more than two hundred years ago--that an Italian
and a Dutchman discovered, each by himself in his own country, the
microscopic population of the blood. The name of the Italian is not
very difficult--_Malpighi_. As to the Dutchman's, you must pronounce it
in the best way you can--he was called _Leeuwenhock_. You smile, but he
was nevertheless one of the first men who really comprehended what a
wonderful auxiliary human science had just got hold of in the
microscope, and he has helped to open the eyes of the world to the
marvels of miniature creation. So content yourself, young lady, with
mis-pronouncing his name, and beware of laughing at it! Names are
something like faces, one may live to be ashamed of ridiculing
the wrong one.
This discovery of the globules of the blood, was destined to throw
great light upon the way in which the _nutrition of the organs_
was carried on. Modern chemists, who are always fond of investigation,
have examined what they are made of, and can find little else in them
but _albumen_. Out of our 127 ounces of globules, 125 are albumen;
and these, with the 70 ounces which we found before in the serum, make
up the 195 ounces (of albumen) which I told you were contained in the
1,000 ounces of blood. Forgive me all these ounces and figures. Exact
accounts give exact information.
These globules, then, are composed almost entirely of albumen. Nearly
two-thirds of all the albumen in the blood is concentrated in them;
and you know now the use of albumen, viz., that it is the foundation
of all the buildings of which the blood is the architect. Everything
leads us to believe that the formation of globules in the blood is the
last touch given by nature to that magical provision begun in
thevegetable, continued in the stomach, and finished in the veins, to
which, in combination with carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and nitrogen, we
are indebted for the subsistence of every portion of our body. Thus
the blood-globules may be considered as albumen which has finished its
education, and is ready to go into the world; while the albumen of the
serum is, like our young friends, the generations in reserve, who are
still at school awaiting their turn.
This is more than a mere supposition. Scientific men have taken to
themselves, on their own authority, all sorts of rights over animals,
and we profit basely enough by their crimes--I will not withdraw the
word--in order to increase our knowledge. Accordingly, they conceived
the idea of opening the veins of animals, and allowing the blood to
flow until the victim was prostrate and motionless as a corpse. This
done, they proceeded to fill the exhausted veins with blood, similar
to that which had been withdrawn, and with the blood, life was seen
gradually to return, till the animal rose from the ground, walked, and
resumed its disturbed existence, as if nothing had happened. The
interesting part of the experiment to us is, that if serum only, without
globules, be restored to the unfortunate animal, it is of no use
whatever, and the corpse does not revive.
It is evident, then, that all the power and virtue of the blood lies
in the globules; and according as their number is great or small it
is "rich" or "poor," as it is called; and where their number is not
up to the mark, the blood acts more feebly on the organs, life is
calmer, and people are no longer troubled with emotions--in other
words, with violent heats of the blood. Hence the impassible character
of _lymphatic_ people, who often get on in the struggle of life
better than others, because they are never in a hurry, and know how
to wait for opportunities. You will occasionally hear the word
_lymphatic_, for it has become the fashion, and it is time for
me to explain it; but unluckily the explanation is not in its favor.
You remember those little scavengers we spoke about formerly, who came
from the depths of all the organs, carrying away with them the worn-out
building materials, and covering the surface of the body with an
inextricable net work of tiny canals. These canals are called
_lymphatic vessels_, in consequence of being filled with a liquid
which is called _lymph_ (_water_, in Latin), but why I cannot
tell you, for it is, in fact, simple _serum_. There was a very
simple way of ascertaining this by making out an inventory of the
contents of the _lymph_ liquid, and when this was done, they were
found to consist of water, albumen, and the salts of serum; there was
even a little fibrine; the only thing wanting was _globules_.
How the truant serum finds its way into the lymphatic vessels is
probably as follows:--I have already mentioned the inconceivable
delicacy of the capillary vessels, those last ramifications of our
arteries and veins. It needs all the impulsive power of the heart to
enable the blood to force its way through these narrow passages; and
minute as are the globules, it would seem that they have but just room
to pass, for in examining under the microscope a corner of the tongue
of a live frog, the globules have been seen doubling themselves up to
pass through the capillaries, resuming their natural form afterwards.
It was this, indeed, which made me tell you just now that their margins
were elastic. During this momentary crush, part of the serum being
forced on too fast, oozes through the wall of the over-filled
capillaries, as water oozes through the leathern pipes of a fire-engine,
and hence probably the appearance of serum or _lymph_ in the organs,
where it is immediately sucked up (i. e., _absorbed_) by the lymphatic
vessels. Now, you will easily understand that the larger the proportion
of serum in the blood, the greater will be the quantity to be expelled
in passing through the capillaries, and the more will the lymphatic
vessels swell. In such cases the temperament or constitution is said to
be _lymphatic_. If, on the contrary, the globules are in excess, the
lymphatic vessels receive less serum, and diminish in size. The
temperament is then called _sanguine_, as if there were no serum in the
blood. You shall be judge yourself, knowing what you now do, whether it
would not be more reasonable to call such temperaments _serous_ and
_globulous_. At any rate those names would give people an idea of the
real state of things, and teach them that there were such things as
globules in the blood.
[Footnote: Here is a summary of the contents of 1000 oz. of blood:--
Ounces.
Water................... 790
Serum. Albumen...................70 870
Salts.................... 10
Fibrine................... 3
Clot. Globules Albumen.. 125 130
Coloring matter...... 2 127
----
1000
----]
To conclude, I must give you an account of the two ounces which still
remain of the 127 of globules, albumen taking up only 125, as you know.
Those two poor little ounces--the remainder of the thousand with which
we started--would you believe it?--they alone have the honor of
conferring upon the blood its beautiful red color. They constitute the
coloring matter of the globules, and you will never guess its chief
element. It is iron; ay, actually iron, young lady--the iron of swords
and bayonets. We often accuse it of tingeing the earth with blood; and
you may now know further, that it reddens blood itself by way of
compensation. Do not trouble yourself as to where it comes from. Our
fields are full of it, our very plants have stores of it. It sometimes
happens that our digestive apparatus, put out of order by other
occupations, fails to make use of the amount of iron offered to it;
in which case the blood is discolored, and the face turns pallid as
wax: this is an illness requiring great care. If it should ever befall
you, you will not be surprised, after to-day's lesson, to hear the
doctor say that you must have some iron. But be easy--you will not
have to swallow it whole! If you will take my advice, you will obey
the doctor's orders as soon as you can.
Not that looking pale signifies any thing: indeed, some young ladies
think it an advantage. But it is no advantage to any body when the
blood-globules are distressed for want of their proper supply of iron,
and do their work grudgingly, like ill-fed laborers. Nothing can go
on without them, you know, and they are people whom it is not well to
leave too long out of sorts. Else languor comes on; languor which is
the beginning of death: and pray remember that iron, which so often
causes death, is equally useful for keeping it at bay. By sending it
to the discolored globules, you give them back their energy and
brilliancy together.
I have come here to the end of all that is known with any certainty
about these wonderful globules which are to us the medium of life.
Shall I go further, is the question, and take you with me into the
fields of supposition, so full of noxious weeds? And yet why not?
Science owes its present position to the praiseworthy rule of never
adopting any theory which is not supported by well-established facts;
and I would be the last to advise a change. Were I to tell you, what
I am now going to say to you, at a meeting of the British Association
of Science, they would turn me out of the room, and with very good
reason. Nothing ought to be taught there but what can be proved. But
this is of no consequence to you and me, and we have a right to amuse
ourselves a little, after having worked so hard.
Well, there is an idea which nothing shall ever drive out of my head,
however imperfectly it may be proved as yet; namely, that each of our
globules is an animated being; and that our life is the mysterious
result of these millions of lesser lives, each of them insignificant
in itself; in the same way that the mighty existence of a nation, is
a compound of crowds of existences, each, for the most part, without
individual importance. Take our own or any other country as an instance;
where millions of brains, many of them by no means first-rate in power,
go to form a national character, the highest (as each _nation_
is apt to think of itself) in the world. According to this idea, you
must be a sort of nation yourself, my dear child, which is gratifying
to think of on the whole.
This is much more extraordinary than what I told you some time ago,
of the individual life of the organs, each of which on this new system
would be a province in itself! Do not exclaim too hastily. Whether the
globules are animated or not, it is very certain, let me tell you,
that your life depends entirely upon them; that it is weakened if they
are weakened; that it revives with them; and that whether you attribute
individual life to them or not, makes no alteration in the fact: their
action upon you remains the same. And he must be a very clever man who
can show me the exact difference between action and life. Hereafter,
when we have descended the scale of the animal world together, and are
arrived at the study of what are called microscopic animals, you will
better understand the words which appear so strange to you now. What
little our feeble instruments have revealed to us so far, of the history
of those globules, places them almost on a level with those strange
creatures, inexplicable to us, which are found in innumerable
multitudes, in a variety of liquids. We trace in them the beginning
of organization; their form and size are alike in all individuals of
the same species; and species vary enough to induce one to believe,
that there is a necessary relation between an animal's way of life and
that of its globules. If the microscope has not yet caught them in any
overt living act, who can be surprised? it is only dead blood which
has been submitted to the test. They ought to be observed in the
exercise of their functions, in the living animal itself, as has been
done to some extent in the frog; and if our foolish chat could influence
scientific observers, I would say to them what M. Leverrier said years
ago to the astonished astronomers: "Look yonder; you ought to see a
light there with which you are not yet acquainted!"
I am carrying you a long way on the wings of my fancy, my dear child;
but have no fears; I will not let you fall. This life of our globules,
which would, after all, be only one mystery the more among many, opens
before our eyes a magnificent vista of the uniformity in the scheme
of creation; which goes on repeating itself, while enlarging its circles
to infinity. We may, all of us, be only so many globules of the great
invisible fabric of humanity, in which we go up and down one after
another; and those vast globes which our telescopes follow through
celestial space, may be but globules of one, as yet unknown, to which
the Almighty alone can give a name.
Take this page to your father, my dear child, if you do not understand
it rightly; and now, shake hands, my history is ended!