THE IMPERTINENCE OF SCIENCE.
Somebody has invented an instrument which he calls a Lunarium, and which is calculated to look so very closely into the Moon's face, that the Moon's age—exact to a quarter of an hour—may be discovered. Really this seems hardly fair towards the Moon, for it ought to be remembered that
"Luna, Luna, Luna's a lady."
and no lady—at least none of our acquaintance—could stand against the force of an instrument so powerful as to detect every furrow, wrinkle, or even crease in her countenance. It is all very well for the sons of science to be continually staring Luna in the face, through the medium of powerful telescopes; but having satisfied themselves of the "Moon's Age," they might surely be satisfied without continually publishing the fact for the gratification of an impertinent curiosity.