Rensselaer Union, Volume 2, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 November 1869 — Whet will Become of Us? [ARTICLE]

Whet will Become of Us ?

The sun’s atmosphere, say the scientific men,, is ip. a highly excited condition. A column, pf magnetic light is shooting out further and further from the solar sphere, and it is now stretching outforty-five millions of irijlcs. Jn'other. Words, it has accomplished ‘han 1 *the distance between us and the sun 1 The interesting question, and one on which, perhaps, we do not wish any more light of this character, is: How long will it be before it finishes the rest of the distance and bridges the gigantic Chasm between the earth and the sun ? Is it a messenger sent out to snatch us up as food for the insatiate monster that keeps himself warm by devouring planets, and whose fire-eafliig propensities this whole earth would satisfy for a few days only ? If so, how long will this emissary be in reachmg paixj'ing thegfobe away as if wh were a gigantic lump of coal for a roaring furnace ? This Column of light at intervals indicates itsapprocah by flashing and. corruscating with fresh brilliancy. So decided irb its effects that two astronomers, one at London, the other at Oxford, and neither kfibwlng the experience of the other, supposed that the dark glass of their telescopes- had been broken or put eqt of range, so strong was the flash of golden light upon the vision. It is.predicted that before the end of the next year this magnetic light will have got near enough to us to make its immediate and actual influence upon, the earth distinctly felt. It is announced that in consequence we may expect to see phenomena that have never been Seen or known before by the human race. If any of our readers -are therefore yet disposed to complain of the weather and the earthquakes let them remember that, by this time next year, they may have an entire new line of experiences to explain and endure, in comparison with which the fitful winter and rough, rude autumn of to-day, may seem like a June morning in Paradise, and the earthquake’s shock and lightning’s storm, a placid rooking in the cradle with a pleasant lullaby of thunder.— Buffalo Express, Noe. 10.