Again, if our days are dark, our nights are worse; and what, in Heaven's
name, have we to do with an observatory and a telescope as long as the
_Great Western?_ The planets are the most expensive vagabonds to the
Budget, and the fixed stars are a fixed imposition. Were I Chancellor
of the Exchequer, I'd pension the Moon, and give the Great Bear a sum of
money as compensation. Do not tell me of the distresses of the people,
arising from cotton, or corn, China, or Chartists--it is our scientific
institutions are eating into the national resources. There is not an
egg-saucepan of antiquity that does not cost the country a plum, and
every wag of a comet's tail may be set down at half-a-million. I warrant
me the people in the Moon take us a deuced deal more easily, and give
themselves very little trouble to make out the size of Ireland's eye or
the height of Croaghpatrick. No, no; let the Chancellor of the Exchequer
come down with a slapping measure of retrenchment, and make a clear
stage of all of them. Every man with money to buy a cotton umbrella
is his own meteorologist; and a pocket telescope, price
eight-and-fourpence, is long enough, in all conscience, for any man in
a climate like ours; or, if such a course seem too peremptory, call
on these people for their bill, and let there be a stated sum for each
item. At Dolly's chop-house, you know to the exact farthing how much
your beefsteak and glass of ale will cost you; and if you wish, in
addition, a slice of Stilton with your XX, you consult your pocket
before you speak. Let not the nation be treated worse than the
individual: let as first look about us, and see if a year of prosperity
and cheap potatoes will permit us the indulgence of obtaining a new
luminary or an old chronicle; then, when we know the cost, we may
calculate with safety. Suppose a fixed star, for instance, be set down
at ten pounds; a planet at five; Saturn has so many belts, I would not
give more than half-a-crown for a new one; and, as for an eclipse of the
sun, I had rather propose a reward for the man who could tell us when we
could see him palpably.
For the present I merely throw out these suggestions in a brief,
incomplete manner, intending, however, to return to the subject on
another occasion.
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A NUT FOR THE LAWYERS.
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