THE HUMAN EAR.

A sound came booming through the air—

“What is that sound?” quoth I.

My blue-eyed pet, with golden hair,

Made answer presently,

“Papa, you know it very well—

That sound—it was Saint Pancras Bell.”

My own Louise, put down the cat,

And come and stand by me;

I’m sad to hear you talk like that,

Where’s your philosophy?

That sound—attend to what I tell—

That sound was not Saint Pancras Bell.

“Sound is the name the sage selects

For the concluding term

Of a long series of effects,

Of which that blow’s the germ.

The following brief analysis

Shows the interpolations, Miss.

“The blow which, when the clapper slips,

Falls on your friend the Bell,

Changes its circle to ellipse,

(A word you’d better spell),

And then comes elasticity,

Restoring what it used to be.

“Nay, making it a little more,

The circle shifts about.

As much as it shrunk in before

The Bell, you see, swells out;

And so a new ellipse is made,

(You’re not attending, I’m afraid).

“This change of form disturbs the air,

Which in its turn behaves

In like elastic fashion there,

Creating waves on waves;

Which press each other onward, dear,

Until the outmost finds your ear.

“Within that ear the surgeons find

A tympanum, or drum,

Which has a little bone behind,—

Malleus, it’s called by some;

But those not proud of Latin Grammar

Humbly translate it as the hammer.

“The wave’s vibrations this transmits

On to the incus bone,

(Incus means anvil, which it hits),

And this transfers the tone

To the small os orbiculure,

The tiniest bone that people carry.

“The stapes next—the name recalls

A stirrup’s form, my daughter—

Joins three half-circular canals,

Each filled with limpid water;

Their curious lining, you’ll observe,

Made of the auditory nerve.

“This vibrates next—and then we find

The mystic work is crowned;

For then my daughter’s gentle Mind

First recognizes sound.

See what a host of causes swell

To make up what you call ‘the Bell.’”

Awhile she paused, my bright Louise,

And pondered on the case;

Then, settling that he meant to teaze,

She slapped her father’s face.

“You bad old man, to sit and tell

Such gibberygosh about a Bell!’”