Mercia, the astronomer royal: A romanceMears, A. Garland
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Mercia, the astronomer royal: A romance
Mears, A. Garland
Science fiction; Utopian fiction
In a spacious apartment on the third floor which contained two powerful
telescopes, constructed on principles of entirely modern invention,
being capable of revealing the distant suns to an extent never before
dreamt of, was Mercia surrounded by curious astroscopes,
stellar-spectroscopes, and wonderfully constructed cameras, which
delineated in an instant the starry heights, the glory of which has been
the ambition of astronomers in all ages to fathom.
She was seated at her desk making some mathematical calculations of the
celestial depths, and was so completely engrossed in her labours that
the entrance of her fellow-worker, Geometrus, went unheeded. At length,
coming to a close, she raised her head, when instantly a flush of
pleasure brought the rose more vividly into her cheeks.
‘Ah, Geometrus, is it thou?’ she exclaimed, ‘I have finished the
measurement of thy namesake, the fixed star, and am happy at last. His
system of planets are now all perfect before me: I must write a treatise
on this new addition to science so that posterity may know what we have
attained.’
‘Why use the word “we,” my mistress,’ replied the young man, ‘it is thou
alone who hast done the work?’
‘It is true that I have made the observations and calculations,
Geometrus, but it was thy cunning which formed the instrument. Take thy
due, my friend, and be not over modest; some base imitator may some day
defraud thee of thine invention, unless thou wilt consent to acknowledge
it openly.’
‘I would that I might acknowledge openly the one deep thought of my
heart,’ he answered with a sigh as he turned to leave the apartment.
‘Stay a little while, Geometrus, I would have some converse with thee. I
am buried so deeply in my work that I know not how the world is wagging.
What about the great dispute that is coming before the World’s Tribunal?
Is it a righteous cause this of the Eastern, thinkest thou?’
‘Nay, mistress, that is not for me to settle: judge for thyself. India
desires to regain her ancient freedom. The Government reins of the
foreigner however lightly held, gall her. She does not deny having
received great benefits from the invader, as great as the Romans
conferred upon the early Britons: nevertheless, she would prefer a
measure of mismanagement under a native ruler, than the most perfect
arrangements from the stranger.’
‘But it is folly in these enlightened times to imagine that India, once
our rule were withdrawn, would revert to the old order of things.
Ignorance and superstition, Eastern despotism and tyranny can never
again find a home in that beautiful country,’ remarked Mercia
thoughtfully.
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