y bones in the human arm?
In _each_ arm, ONE; TWO in _each_ fore-arm.

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How many bones in the human wrist?
EIGHT in _each_, if none are missed.

How many bones in the palm of the hand?
FIVE in _each_, with many a band.

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How many bones in the fingers ten?
TWENTY-EIGHT, and by joints they bend.

How many bones in the human hip?
ONE in _each_; like a dish they dip.

How many bones in the human thigh?
ONE in _each_, and deep they lie.

How many bones in the human knees?
ONE in _each_, the knee-pan, please.

How many bones in the leg from knee?
Two in _each_, we can plainly see.

How many bones in the ankle strong?
SEVEN in _each_, but none are long.

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How many bones in the ball of the foot?
FIVE in _each_; as in palms were put.

How many bones in the toes half-a-score?
TWENTY-EIGHT, and there are no more.

And now, all together, these many bones, fix,
And they count in the body TWO HUNDRED and Six.

And then we have, in the human mouth,
Of upper and under, THIRTY-TWO TEETH.

And we now and then have a bone, I should think
That forms on a joint, or to fill up a chink.

A Sesamoid bone, or a Wormian, we call,
And now we may rest, for we've told them all.

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_WHOLLY HOLE-Y_.

SEVEN million little openings,
God has made upon your skin;
Mouths of tiny little sewers
That run everywhere, within.
And along these numerous sewers
All impurities must go,
That are not by other outlets,
Carried off with active flow.

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When these many little openings.
We call PORES, get shut quite close,
Through your frame the poison wanders,
Making you feel dull and cross.
It will make your lungs grow tender,
And they'll soon be sore, and cough;
It will make your stomach feeble,
And your head ache hard enough.

Then your heart can not be joyous,
And your other organs, too,
Will get weak, and be unable
For the work they ought to do;
Quaking nerves will groan and quiver,
Weary bones be racked with pain,
And you'll all the time be saying:
"How can I be well again?"

HEAT and BATHING widely open
All the pores, when discords dire,
Quick flow out in perspiration,
Quenching all the fever-fire.
Raveling out the tangled tissues,
Setting free the life-blood's flow,
Pouring forth the pent-up poisons,
Wakening