Stories of Starland

<h2> STORIES OF THE WINTER STARS. </h2> <div class='poetry-container'> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p>I heard the trailing garments of the night</p> <p class="i1">Sweep through her marble halls,</p> <p>I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light</p> <p class="i1">From the celestial walls.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p><span class="flright">&mdash;<span class='smcap'>Longfellow.</span></span></p> </div> </div></div> <p>Winter had come with its cold north winds and frosty air. The stars glittered like gems against the dark velvet sky, and seemed reflected in the mantle of pure white snow that covered the earth. Mary had asked Harry's nurse to move his couch into her room so that he might see the stars from the windows, one looking south, the other east. Impatiently Harry now awaited his sister, who had promised to take him on another trip to starland. The room was in total darkness, and nurse had raised the curtains. Looking right into one window was the mighty giant Orion, while the Twins peeped into another. <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_149' name='Page_149'>[149]</SPAN></span></p> <h3 class="notop"> STORY OF THE ROYAL FAMILY. </h3> <p>"It is as good as a play," said Harry, as his sister started to tell him about them.</p> <p>"First of all," she said, "I am going to tell you the story of the Royal Family, although we cannot see them from this window. You can get a glimpse of Cepheus from your own room, but the rest of the Royal Family are overhead. You would have to make a hole through the roof if you wanted to watch them while I told their story."</p> <p>"If we could go out-of-doors, as we did last summer, could we see them overhead?" asked Harry.</p> <p>"Yes," replied his sister; "but it is too cold now to look at them except from a warm, cozy room. To-morrow I shall show you a map of these stars, and when the days grow warm again we can look for them in the sky."</p> <p>"Can you see them during the summer-time as well as the winter?" asked Harry.</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-149.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="421" alt="QUEEN CASSIOPEIA." /> <p class="caption">QUEEN CASSIOPEIA.</p> </div> <p>"Yes, we can see them all the year round, just <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_150' name='Page_150'>[150]</SPAN></span> as we can always see the Pole Star and the Great Dipper. The Royal Family consists of King Cepheus, Queen Cassiopeia, and her daughter Andromeda, sometimes called the 'Chained Lady.' Perseus, the rescuer, is at the feet of Andromeda, while her head rests upon the shoulder of the winged horse Pegasus.</p> <p>"The Grecians told a wonderful story about this family. It appears that Cassiopeia boasted of her beauty, and said she was more attractive <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_151' name='Page_151'>[151]</SPAN></span> than Juno, the wife of Jupiter. As for her daughter Andromeda, not a nymph in the sea could compare with her in good looks. You may imagine how Juno and the sea-nymphs felt when they heard this vain boast!</p> <p>"They determined to have revenge, and Juno asked Jupiter to punish Cassiopeia. So she was sent away from the earth and placed among the stars with her husband Cepheus.</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-150.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="428" alt="KING CEPHEUS." /> <p class="caption">KING CEPHEUS.</p> </div> <p>"As for Andromeda, the sea-nymphs asked Neptune to send a sea-monster to devour her. <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_152' name='Page_152'>[152]</SPAN></span> She was chained to a rock so that she might not escape this terrible fate; but just as the monster was approaching a brave hero named Perseus came to her rescue.</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-151.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="443" alt="THE FAIR ANDROMEDE." /> <p class="caption">THE FAIR ANDROMEDE.</p> </div> <p>"Perseus was returning through the air on his winged horse Pegasus from a terrible encounter with the Gorgons. These were three sisters who frightened everyone that saw them. Serpents were wreathed around their heads instead of hair, their hands were of brass, their bodies were covered <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_153' name='Page_153'>[153]</SPAN></span> with scales, and their eyes had the power of turning all they looked at to stone. Perseus had cut off the heads of one of these terrible beings, and when he saw the monster approaching Andromeda, he turned the head which he still held in his hand toward it, and in a moment it turned to stone.</p> <p>"As a reward for his bravery, he was placed after his death among the stars, and near the fair Andromeda. He still holds the head in his hand, <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_154' name='Page_154'>[154]</SPAN></span> and a star named Algol, or the Demon, as the Arabs call it, marks the evil eye. Sometimes it is bright, but in a few hours it will grow dim, as though winking at the people on earth. For this reason it is called a variable or changing star."</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-152.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="441" alt="PERSEUS." /> <p class="caption">PERSEUS.</p> </div> <p>"What is that, sister?" asked Harry.</p> <p>"A star that is brighter one time than another. Supposing someone kept turning the wick of the lamp up and down so that at one moment the room would be very bright and the next moment quite dim. You would call that a changing light. So it is with these stars, only in the case of Algol it is a planet that goes around it and at times cuts off part of its light. For two days and a half it is very bright, then during three or four hours it begins to get dim, and remains so for twenty minutes and then it gets bright again.</p> <p>"Supposing you were trying to read by lamplight, and I should now and then hold a book between the lamp and you. Each time I did so the light on your book would grow dim. There is another variable or changing star named Mira, in the group of stars called Cetus, which is no <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_155' name='Page_155'>[155]</SPAN></span> other than the sea-monster which was sent to devour Andromeda. You can see it if you look out of the window facing south, and you will notice that it is at a safe distance from Andromeda, who is almost exactly overhead just now."</p> <h3 class="notop"> STORY OF THE FISHES. </h3> <p>"Not far from the sea-monster are the Fishes, and the story about them is as follows:</p> <p>"One day when Venus and her little son Cupid were walking beside the banks of a river they were frightened at seeing a terrible giant named Typhon. Flames flashed from his eyes, and as he glared at Venus and Cupid they were overcome with fear and called on Jupiter to help them. He changed them into fishes, and afterward placed them among the stars.</p> <p>"Between Cetus and Orion you can see some stars winding in and out, and they are part of the River Eridanus. A daring youth named Phaeton tried to drive the chariot of the sun through the sky one day. Jupiter struck him <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_156' name='Page_156'>[156]</SPAN></span> with a thunderbolt, and hurled him from heaven into the river below.</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-155.jpg" width-obs="501" height-obs="424" alt="RIVER ERIDANUS." /> <p class="caption">RIVER ERIDANUS.</p> </div> <div class='poetry-container'> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p>"'At once from life and from the chariot driven,</p> <p>Th' ambitious boy fell thunderstruck from heaven.</p> </div> <hr class="l30" /> <div class="stanza"> <p>The breathless Phaeton, with flaming hair,</p> <p>Shot from the chariot like a falling star</p> <p>That in a summer's evening from the top</p> <p>Of heaven drops down, or seems at least to drop.'</p> </div> </div></div> <p>"His sisters mourned his unhappy end, and were changed by Jupiter into poplars, which are <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_157' name='Page_157'>[157]</SPAN></span> still to be seen on the banks of the River Eridanus.</p> <div class='poetry-container'> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p>"'All the night long their mournful watch they keep,</p> <p>And all the day stand round the tomb and weep.'"</p> </div> </div></div> <p>"Poor Phaeton," said Harry, as Mary finished the story. "And is that Phaeton with those three bright stars near the river?"</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-156.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="310" alt="CLOUD OF STAR-MIST IN ORION." /> <p class="caption">CLOUD OF STAR-MIST IN ORION.</p> </div> <p>"No; that is Orion," replied his sister, "and the three bright stars mark his belt. Under it you can see a small cloud of mist, if you look at it through your opera glass. It is clinging <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_158' name='Page_158'>[158]</SPAN></span> around one of the faint stars in the sword. This is star-mist, from which other stars are being made, and it looks small only because it is so far away from us; but there is enough star-dust there to make thousands of bright stars. Astronomers called these clouds nebulæ."</p> <p>"Who was Orion?" asked Harry. "Won't you tell me more about him?"</p> <p>"He was a mighty hunter, and in the old maps you can see him represented as warding off the attack of the Bull, which is glaring at him with its bright red eye named Aldebaran. A story was told by the Grecians about this bull:</p> <p>"Once upon a time there was a beautiful little girl named Europa, and she was a princess of Phœnicia. One day she was playing with some friends and gathering flowers in a meadow near the seashore. Suddenly a snow-white bull appeared, and the little children were very much afraid. But the princess was not afraid. She made a pretty garland of flowers and placed it around the bull's neck. When it knelt down in front of her as though to thank her, she jumped <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_159' name='Page_159'>[159]</SPAN></span> on its back, and it ran away with her down to the sea. Plunging under the waves, it swam with her to Crete. The Grecians thought they saw the bull outlined among the stars in the sky, but only its head and shoulders are there."</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-158.jpg" width-obs="475" height-obs="406" alt="THE BULL, AND THE PLEIADES." /> <p class="caption">THE BULL, AND THE PLEIADES.</p> </div> <p>"But there are not any animals really in the sky, are there?" said Harry.</p> <p>"No," said Mary, laughing at the question; "but if you look at the stars you can imagine you see outlines of bulls and serpents and all kinds of strange animals. Only you have to <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_160' name='Page_160'>[160]</SPAN></span> imagine very much, and this is exactly what the Grecians did.</p> <p>"In the shoulder of the bull is the pretty little cluster of stars known as the Pleiades."</p> <h3 class="notop"> STORY OF THE PLEIADES. </h3> <p>"What is a cluster of stars?" asked Harry.</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-159.jpg" width-obs="423" height-obs="390" alt="A BALL OF SUNS." /> <p class="caption">A BALL OF SUNS.</p> </div> <p>"Hundreds and thousands of stars forming a family party, as it were; and seen from earth they seem to be closely packed together. But if we could draw near to them, however, we should find that they were very far apart. If you look at <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_161' name='Page_161'>[161]</SPAN></span> the Pleiades through your opera glass you will see quite a number of little stars, and if you could see it through the large telescope at the Lick Observatory you would be able to count hundreds of stars. When the cluster had its photograph taken, not long ago, six thousand stars were counted, so you might call the Pleiades a 'ball of suns.' There are hundreds of these clusters, or 'family parties,' in the sky&mdash;mighty regiments marching across the star-depths."</p> <p>"What do you mean, sister?" asked Harry in surprise.</p> <p>"All the stars are moving," replied his sister. "Some in one direction, some in another; but the stars in the Pleiades are all drifting in the same direction.</p> <p>"The Pleiades were said to be the seven daughters of Atlas, and were so beautiful that Orion pursued them across wood and dale, till the sisters called on Jupiter to help them. He changed them into doves, and afterward placed them among the stars. Orion still seems to be pursuing them among the stars; but, strange to <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_162' name='Page_162'>[162]</SPAN></span> say, they are drifting toward him now instead of away from him."</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-161.jpg" width-obs="463" height-obs="411" alt="ORION, THE GREAT HUNTER." /> <p class="caption">ORION, THE GREAT HUNTER.</p> </div> <p>"Then he will soon catch them," said Harry, laughing at the idea. "I once heard something about the 'Lost Pleiad.' What does that mean?"</p> <p>"One of the seven stars supposed to represent the sisters does not shine as brightly as the rest, so the Grecians called it the 'Lost Pleiad.'</p> <p>"Some say the Lost Pleiad is Electra, who hid her face in her hands so that she might not see <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_163' name='Page_163'>[163]</SPAN></span> the burning of Troy. But she seems to have recovered from her fright, as her star now glows as brightly as the rest. Others said it was Merope, who married a mortal while her sisters married gods.</p> <p>"An Iroquois legend accounts for the Lost Pleiad by saying it is a little Indian boy in the sky who is very homesick. When he cries he covers his face with his hands and thus hides his light."</p> <p>"Do tell me about him," said Harry, looking forward to a treat, as he always enjoyed these Indian stories.</p> <p>"The story is as follows," said Mary:</p> <h3 class="notop"> STORY OF THE SEVEN LITTLE INDIAN BOYS. </h3> <p>"Once upon a time seven little Indian boys lived in a log cabin in the woods. Every evening when the stars peeped out of the sky these children would take hold of hands and dance around, while they sang the 'Song of the <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_164' name='Page_164'>[164]</SPAN></span> Stars,' and the stars learned to love them. They would often beckon to the little boys, inviting them to come up to the sky; but the children loved their home on earth too well.</p> <p>"But one day they found fault with everything. The oatmeal was too hot at breakfast, there was an absence of pie at dinner-time; and the distressing news that they were only to have corn and beans for supper was a climax to their 'tale of woe.'</p> <p>"Meanwhile their mother calmly ate her supper, while her seven little boys looked on in hungry dismay. When supper-time was over they filed slowly and sadly out of the cabin. Their mother felt sorry for them, it is true; but she knew that if she gave in now she would have to give in always. She watched her boys as they danced as usual that evening and sang their song to the stars; and then she hurried into the cabin and cleared away the uneaten corn and beans.</p> <p>"Alas! she did not hear the song her children sang to the stars. When the stars beckoned as <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_165' name='Page_165'>[165]</SPAN></span> usual to the little boys, inviting them to come up to the sky, they had accepted the invitation. As they danced round and round their heads and their hearts grew lighter, and in a few moments they were soaring like birds through the air. Just then their mother went to the cabin door to tell them it was time to come home; and imagine her horror when she saw her children slowly disappearing in the sky!</p> <p>"And now every evening the lonely mother gazes at seven bright stars in the sky, which she fondly believes are her seven little boys, but which are really the seven stars known to us as the Pleiades. One star in the group does not shine as brightly as the rest, and this must be one of the little Indians who is homesick."</p> <p>"I shall never forget that story," said Harry, who had enjoyed every word of it; "and now I wish you would tell me about that very bright star on the other side of Orion. I can only just see it, but it is so beautiful. It is bluish-white, and twinkles so brightly."</p> <p>"That is Sirius, the brightest star in this part <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_166' name='Page_166'>[166]</SPAN></span> of the sky," replied Mary, "and ever so much larger than the sun."</p> <p>"What makes it twinkle?" asked Harry.</p> <h3 class="notop"> WHY THE STARS TWINKLE. </h3> <p>"When we look at the stars we have to see them through the great ocean of air that surrounds the earth," replied Mary. "Like the Atlantic Ocean, when the ocean of air is disturbed there are waves, and we have to look at the stars through the waves. That is why their light seems to dance about so. When the air is still then the starlight is steady, but when it moves the stars twinkle. If we could go to the moon, where there is not any air, we would not see the stars twinkle."</p> <p>"Then I should rather stay here," said Harry, "because I like to watch them dancing about. They seem so merry, I am sure they are laughing at us, sister. Is there a story about Sirius?"</p> <p>"It is part of a group of stars named the 'Great Dog,'" she replied; "and higher up you <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_167' name='Page_167'>[167]</SPAN></span> will see the 'Little Dog.' These are the hounds that Orion always took with him when he went hunting. They seem to have even followed him to the sky.</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-166.jpg" width-obs="499" height-obs="418" alt="THE GREAT DOG." /> <p class="caption">THE GREAT DOG.</p> </div> <p>"Sirius is also known as the Dog-star, because when it was seen by the Egyptians in the east just before dawn it was thought to announce the overflow of the Nile. Therefore the Egyptians watched this star, which warned them, like a faithful dog, of the coming deluge. It was their watch-dog or sentinel. <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_168' name='Page_168'>[168]</SPAN></span></p> <p>"Now I am going to tell you about the Twins, two brothers who loved each other dearly while on earth. They were named Castor and Pollux. Castor was killed in battle. Pollux could not bear to remain on earth without him, so Jupiter placed him in the sky next to his brother.</p> <div class="figcenter p6"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-167.jpg" width-obs="475" height-obs="402" alt="THE HEAVENLY TWINS, CASTOR AND POLLUX." /> <p class="caption">THE HEAVENLY TWINS, CASTOR AND POLLUX.</p> </div> <p>"If you look through the glass you can see that Pollux is a golden-yellow star and Castor has a green tinge."</p> <p>"Are all the stars colored?" asked Harry. <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_169' name='Page_169'>[169]</SPAN></span></p> <h3 class="notop"> THE FLOWERS OF HEAVEN. </h3> <p>"Yes," replied his sister, "and they are as varied in color as the flowers of the earth. The stars may be called 'The flowers of heaven.' Longfellow says so beautifully:</p> <div class='poetry-container'> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p>"'Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven</p> <p>Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.'</p> </div> </div></div> <p>"Some of the natives of Australia believe that when the flowers die on earth they rise on the winds and float away to the fair fields of heaven, where they flourish forever in immortal beauty. We cannot see the colors of these flowers of heaven very well, on account of the air that surrounds the earth. If it were removed, then the dark sky would seem to be covered with starry flowers of all the colors of the rainbow."</p> <p>"How beautiful!" said Harry thoughtfully. "How I wish we could see them that way!"</p> <p>"But even as it is," said his sister, "you can see some of these colors. Look at white Sirius, that sometimes seems to me tinged with blue, <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_170' name='Page_170'>[170]</SPAN></span> and then at red Aldebaran in the eye of the bull, and a creamy star called Capella just near the Twins. So you can see some of the colors. And now a few more words about Castor, which is a double star. That is, it is made up of two bright stars, and they go around each other.</p> <p>"Professor Ball was once showing the stars through his telescope to some friends, when he pointed out this double star to them. First of all, he told them to note the different colors of the stars, for one was white, the other green. All double stars are of complementary colors. One may be green and the other red, one blue and the other orange.</p> <p>"Then Professor Ball told his visitors that the stars went round each other.</p> <p>"'Oh, yes!' said one of the visitors. 'I saw them going round in the telescope.'</p> <p>"But it was the twinkling that made the stars appear to dance around each other. In reality, he would have had to remain with his eye at the telescope more than a hundred years before he <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_171' name='Page_171'>[171]</SPAN></span> could have seen the stars go completely around each other."</p> <h3 class="notop"> NUMBER OF THE STARS. </h3> <p>"I wonder how many stars there are in the sky, sister," said Harry. "Do you think we could count them?"</p> <p>"I read somewhere," replied his sister, "that the stars are as plentiful as the sands on the seashore. Still, in the whole sky, the number bright enough to be seen without a telescope is only from six to seven thousand in a clear, moonless sky. With an opera glass you can bring the number up to one hundred thousand. A small telescope can show about three hundred thousand, while with a telescope such as the one at the Lick Observatory the number would be nearly one hundred million. But it is possible to photograph the stars, and millions of stars have had their pictures taken. Probably we would never have known anything about them but the camera caught them, and now they are being named and labeled, so that they cannot escape us again. In <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_172' name='Page_172'>[172]</SPAN></span> fact, some of the stars are so far away that if we had not captured them in this way they would have remained hidden to us forever."</p> <p>"What do you mean, sister?" said Harry, his eyes filled with surprise.</p> <p>"I mean, dear, that some stars are so far away that their light has not yet reached us. Don't you remember what I told you about Jupiter's moons: that they are so far away that light takes about half an hour in coming from them to the earth. Well, the stars are hundreds of times as far away as Jupiter's moons. So far away are they that even from the nearest&mdash;a star seen in the southern hemisphere&mdash;light takes four years and four months in reaching us, although light travels more than 186,000 miles a second."</p> <h3 class="notop"> DISTANCE OF THE STARS. </h3> <p>"Look at the Pole Star some night, and you will not see it as it is now, but as it was more than sixty-two years ago. All this time its light has been on its way to Planet Earth. If a planet travels around the Pole Star, or Polaris, <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_173' name='Page_173'>[173]</SPAN></span> as it is sometimes called, and an astronomer on that planet looked at the earth he would not see it as it is now, but as it was more than sixty-two years ago. There are other stars so far away that light takes hundreds of years in coming here. Perhaps they faded out long ago, but the message is still on its way. It does seem strange to think of people who may be living on distant worlds in space, watching our little world, but we need not fear. The earth is so small that it could not be seen at all, even from the nearest star. At that distance Giant Sun would not look quite as bright as Sirius does to us, and giant Planet Jupiter would only appear as a faint speck of light near the sun."</p> <p>"How far away everything seems to be!" said Harry. "Yet you said just now that we could tell what the stars are made of. How can we do that?" <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_174' name='Page_174'>[174]</SPAN></span></p> <h3 class="notop"> WHAT ARE THE STARS MADE OF? </h3> <p>"The stars are made of iron, copper, zinc, and other such metals, but the heat is so intense that these metals are turned into vapor. You have seen the steam coming from the spout of a kettle when water is boiling, and you know then that the water is scalding hot. But imagine heat so great that masses of iron and copper are not only melted but turned into vapor. Then you have some idea of the intense heat that prevails on the stars. The rains that fall on earth are made up of drops of water, but the rainfalls on the stars must be drops of melting iron, while the clouds that form are sheets of molten metal."</p> <p>"How wonderful!" said Harry; "and how do we know this, as the stars are so far away?"</p> <p>"By means of a little instrument known as the spectroscope, or light-sifter. But you must wait till you are a little older before I can explain that to you, as it is something very difficult to understand. At any rate, I can tell you this, that when we want to find out what a star is made of <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_175' name='Page_175'>[175]</SPAN></span> we catch a ray of its light and examine it with the light-sifter. As Professor Ball quoted in one of his lectures:</p> <div class='poetry-container'> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p>"'Twinkle, twinkle, little star,</p> <p>Now we find out what you are,</p> <p>When unto the midnight sky</p> <p>We the spectroscope apply.'"</p> </div> </div></div> <p>"And can you tell how old the stars are?" asked Harry; "because when you were talking about the planets you said some are old and some are young."</p> <p>"This same little spectroscope tells us that as well, and we can recognize the stars that are in their infancy, and others that are middle-aged or nearly worn-out."</p> <p>"How strange to think of worn-out stars," said Harry; "yet I suppose they must grow old sometime, just as we do; only I suppose they take ever so much longer growing up."</p> <p>"Hundreds of years," said Mary, laughing at the idea of grown-up stars. "There are young stars and old stars, and even the star that gives us light and heat will grow cold and dead some <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_176' name='Page_176'>[176]</SPAN></span> day, and not warm its planets any longer. But that will be millions of years hence, long after we are dead and gone."</p> <h3 class="notop"> OUR ISLAND UNIVERSE. </h3> <p>"So it is all over the heavens. Our little universe is like an island in space. There are other islands like our own, with their millions of stars and star-clusters and star-mist, passing through the periods of youth, middle age, old age, and decay. Our little universe is not eternal. It cannot last forever, but as long as it does we should feel glad that we are here to enjoy it.</p> <p>"Now, Harry, I really think we have had quite a long ramble in starland for one evening, and I believe two little stars I know need a rest."</p> <p>"They are a little tired," said Harry, smiling; "two little worn-out stars, sister; and perhaps they do want to let the curtains down over them for awhile."</p> <p>"I believe they do," said Mary softly; and the stars were hidden by their curtains almost before she had said the words. <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_177' name='Page_177'>[177]</SPAN></span> <SPAN id='P177' name='P177'></SPAN></p> <h3> WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD. </h3> <div class='poetry-container'> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p>Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, one night</p> <p class="i1">Sailed off in a wooden shoe&mdash;</p> <p>Sailed on a river of crystal light</p> <p class="i1">Into a sea of dew.</p> <p class="i1">"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"</p> <p class="i1">The old man asked of the three.</p> <p class="i1">"We have come to fish for the herring-fish</p> <p class="i1">That live in this beautiful sea.</p> <p class="i1">Nets of silver and gold have we,"</p> <p class="i6">Said Wynken,</p> <p class="i8">Blynken,</p> <p class="i8">And Nod.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p>The old Moon laughed and sang a song</p> <p class="i1">As they rocked in the wooden shoe,</p> <p>And the wind that sped them all night long</p> <p class="i1">Ruffled the waves of dew.</p> <p>The little stars were the herring-fish</p> <p class="i1">That lived in the beautiful sea,</p> <p class="i1">"Now cast your net wherever you wish,</p> <p class="i1">Never afeared are we."</p> <p class="i1">So cried the stars to the fishermen three,</p> <p class="i6">Wynken,</p> <p class="i6">Blynken,</p> <p class="i6">And Nod.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p>All night long their nets they threw</p> <p class="i1">For the stars in the twinkling foam;</p> <p>Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe,</p> <p class="i1">Bringing those fishermen home.</p> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_178' name='Page_178'>[178]</SPAN></span> <p>'Twas all so pretty a tale, it seemed</p> <p class="i1">As if it could not be.</p> <p>And some folks thought 'twas a dream they dreamed</p> <p class="i1">Of sailing that beautiful sea.</p> <p class="i1">But I shall name you the fishermen three,</p> <p class="i6">Wynken,</p> <p class="i6">Blynken,</p> <p class="i6">And Nod.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p>Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,</p> <p class="i1">And Nod is a little head,</p> <p>And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies</p> <p class="i1">Is a wee one's trundle-bed.</p> <p>So shut your eyes while mother sings</p> <p class="i1">Of wonderful sights that be;</p> <p>And you shall see the beautiful things</p> <p class="i1">As you rock in the misty sea,</p> <p class="i1">Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three,</p> <p class="i6">Wynken,</p> <p class="i6">Blynken,</p> <p class="i6">And Nod.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p><span class="flright">&mdash;<span class='smcap'>Eugene Field.</span></span></p> </div> </div> <SPAN id='P178' name='P178'></SPAN></div> <h3> SEVEN LITTLE INDIAN STARS. </h3> <p class="center"> BY MRS. S. M. B. PIATT.</p> <div class='poetry-container'> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p>Seven little Indian boys were they,</p> <p class="i1">Dancing with the moonbeams on a mound,</p> <p>In the wind they all were whirled away,</p> <p class="i1">And the fireflies searched the dews around.</p> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_179' name='Page_179'>[179]</SPAN></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <p>Seven little Indian stars are they,</p> <p class="i1">Seven, and only one, my child, is dim.</p> <p>That's the Singer, their sad stories say;</p> <p class="i1">That's the Singer&mdash;let us pity him.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p>Oh, the little Singer! (You can see</p> <p class="i1">He's not shining as the others are.)</p> <p>Once, when all the stars made wishes, he</p> <p class="i1">Wished he didn't have to be a star.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p><span class="flright">&mdash;<span class='smcap'>St. Nicholas, March, 1890.</span></span></p> </div> </div> <SPAN id='P179' name='P179'></SPAN></div> <h3> WHY THE STARS TWINKLE. </h3> <p class="center"> BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.</p> <div class='poetry-container'> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p>When Eve had led her lord away,</p> <p class="i1">And Cain had killed his brother,</p> <p>The stars and flowers,&mdash;the poets say,&mdash;</p> <p class="i1">Agreed with one another</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p>To cheat the cunning tempter's art</p> <p class="i1">And show the world its duty,</p> <p>By keeping on its wicked heart</p> <p class="i1">Their eyes of love and beauty.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p>A million sleepless lids, they say,</p> <p class="i1">Will be at least a warning;</p> <p>And so the flowers will watch by day,</p> <p class="i1">The stars from eve to morning.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p>On hills and prairies, fields and lawn,</p> <p class="i1">Their dewy eyes upturning,</p> <p>The flowers still watch from reddening dawn</p> <p class="i1">Till western skies are burning.</p> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_180' name='Page_180'>[180]</SPAN></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <p>Alas! each hour of daylight tells</p> <p class="i1">A tale of shame so crushing,</p> <p>That some turn white as sea-bleached shells,</p> <p class="i1">And some are always blushing.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i1">And when the patient stars look down,</p> <p class="i2">On all their light discovers,</p> <p class="i1">The traitor's smile, the murderer's frown,</p> <p class="i2">The lips of lying lovers,</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i1">They try to shut their saddening eyes</p> <p class="i2">And in the vain endeavor</p> <p class="i1">We see them twinkling in the skies,</p> <p class="i2">And so&mdash;they wink,&mdash;forever.</p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p><span class="flright">&mdash;<i>Taken from The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table.</i></span></p> </div> </div></div> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN id='Page_181' name='Page_181'>[181]</SPAN></span> <SPAN id='P181' name='P181'></SPAN></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />