Several things. I cannot understand where all the stars are rolling to, why they all keep together so cleverly in their motion, or why they are moving at all.
Did you see any stars setting as well as rising?
Yes, father.
Well, as I want you to find out this subject yourself, I shall allow you to stay up later this evening, to give you time to make a few more observations. Now, follow your bright star a little further. Look at that blue one overhead, and trace his journey. Have your eyes upon Sirius, and the band of Orion.
I will, father, and thank you.”
The boy was left at his star-gazing, and intently was his mind fixed upon his work. It was no vacant stare he gave at the heavens. He had an object before him.
The conversation was afterwards renewed by the father:—
“I should think you were sleepy, James.
No, father: the stars kept my eyes open.