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AN ASTRONOMICAL ANECDOTE.
“ I cannot fill up a blank better than with a short history of this selfsame Starling."
STERNE'S SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
AMONGST professors of astronomy,
The name of Herschel's very often cited :
That once upon a time he got be-knighted
In his observatory thus coquetting
With Venus — or with Juno gone astray,
A new André ;
At Dian sleeping;
Or ogling thro' his glass
Some heavenly lass Tripping with pails along the Milky Way; Or looking at that Wain of Charles the Mar
tyr's :Thus he was sitting, watchman of the sky, When lo! a something with a tail of flame
Made him exclaim, “ My stars !” — he always puts that stress on my
“ My stars and garters ! ”
“A comet, sure as I'm alive! A noble one as I should wish to view ; It can't be Halley's though, that is not due
Till eighteen thirty-five. Magnificent ! — how fine his fiery trail ! Zounds ! 'tis a pity, though he comes unsought — Unasked — unreckoned,— in no human thought
He ought — he ought — he ought
To have been caught
“I looked no more for it, I do declare,
Than the Great Bear!
As sure as Tycho Brahe is dead
It really entered in my head,
No more than Berenice's Hair !” Thus musing, Heaven's Grand Inquisitor Sat gazing on the uninvited visiter
Till John, the serving-man, came to the upper Regions, with “ Please your Honour, come to
“ Supper ! good John, to-night I shall not sup Except on that phenomenon – look up !” “Not sup!” cried John, thinking with consterna
tion That supping on a star must be starvation,
Or ev'n to batten On Ignes Fatui would never fatten. His visage seemed to say,— that very odd is,But still his master the same tune ran on, “I can't come down,-go to the parlour, John, And say I'm supping with the heavenly bodies.”
“ The heavenly bodies !” echoed John, “ Ahem!” His mind still full of famishing alarms, “ 'Zooks, if your Honour sups with them, In helping, somebody must make long arms !” He thought his master's stomach was in danger, But still in the same tone replied the Knight,
“Go down, John, go, I have no appetite, Say I'm engaged with a celestial stranger.”— Quoth John, not much au fait in such affairs, “ Wouldn't the stranger take a bit down stairs ?
“No," said the master, smiling, and no wonder,
At such a blunder, “ The stranger is not quite the thing you think, He wants no meat or drink,
And one may doubt quite reasonably whether
He has a mouth, Seeing his head and tail are joined together, Behold him,- there he is, John, in the South.”
John looked up with his portentous eyes,
“ A rare good rocket !”
“ A what! A rocket, John! Far from it!
What you behold, John, is a comet;
That in all ages
And frightened kings ;
“ Do he?” cried John ;
“Well, let him flare on, I haven't got no sovereigns to change ! ”
A PATHETIC BALLAD.
“ Skins may differ, but affection
’T was twelve o'clock, not twelve at night,
But twelve o'clock at noon ;
And not the silver moon.
Or Pots, or Penny Post ;
She saw her Pompey's Ghost !
Now, when a female has a call
From people that are dead;
Her visitors in bed.
Like spirits that are white,
And would n't show at night!