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
‘Oh, we are all well aware of that: but it suits our purpose to make
these assertions: we must invent a _raison d’être_ when we take upon
ourselves the government of a country that in no way belongs to us. It
is _pro re natâ_—for a special business—that we aver they can’t get
along without us. We have edged in little by little until we have
brought the whole Empire under our dominion. To give up India now, would
be as tantalising to us, as it would be to the victorious soldier if
asked to give up his loot; for in the good old times pillage was the
perquisite of the warrior. America evidently sympathises with India in
her desire for a monarchy. That country pretty well understands where
the shoe pinches for she has gone through experiences.’
‘I have read in books,’ observed Mercia smiling, ‘how American women
made wealthy by their parents’ success in trade, came hither to mate
with titled men; for there was no nobility in their own country. I
suppose possessing all the world could give save high rank they sought
in the parent country for that which their own lacked.’
‘They lacked not long,’ returned Geometrus laughingly, ‘for over fifty
years they have been in the enjoyment of a monarchy and all its
concomitant honours. The image and superscription of King Jonathan, the
First, that adorns the almighty dollar impresses one painfully with
their pinchbeck royalty.’
‘We shall get used to it in time,’ observed Mercia gently. ‘A young
republic cannot make an old monarchy. After all, there was a spice of
modesty in Jonathan when he elected a king, for he might have made him
an emperor while doing it.’
‘It wasn’t modesty at all—it was selfish prudence; they wanted to follow
the lines of a constitutional monarchy and considered it was the safest
thing to call their Figure Head a king.’
‘If India obtains her desire I wonder whom she will chose for Emperor.
Doubtless the people will want that dear old Prime Minister of theirs;
they could not have a worthier monarch.’
‘But he is old,’ replied Geometrus quickly, ‘and he is childless, what
is to become of the succession when he dies? There will arise tumults
and internal quarrels as to his successor: better choose a younger man,
and one likely to found a lasting royal line. Remember the fate of
Germany. Had there been a goodly half-dozen of sons to fall back upon an
English prince would never have had the chance of their crown.’
‘All’s well that ends well, Geometrus. Now is England invincible to the
whole world: in her position as a united Empire her power is paramount
everywhere.’
No sooner had Mercia made this observation than she heard the sound of
some unusual noise going on outside, and stepping to the window she saw
several gentlemen assembled near the Observatory, among whom she
discerned no other personage than the Emperor Felicitas himself.
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