The New Astronomy

by S. P. Langley

The hydrogen lines are not quite accurately shown in the plate from which our engraving is made, those in Sirius, for instance, being really wider by comparison than they are here given; and we may observe in this connection, that by the particular appearance such lines wear in the spectrum itself we can obtain some notion of the mass of a star, as well as of its chemical constitution. We can compare the essential characteristics of such bodies, then, without reference to their apparent size, or as though they were all equally remote; and it is a striking thought, that when we thus rise to an impartial contemplation of the whole stellar universe, our sun, whose least ray makes the whole host of stars disappear, is found to be not only itself a star, but by comparison a small one,—one at least which is more probably below than above the average individual of its class, while some, such as Sirius, are not impossibly hundreds of times its size.

Then comes a third class, such as is shown in the spectrum of the brightest star in Orion, looking still a little like that of our sun; but yet more distinctively in that of the brightest star in Hercules, looking like a columnar or fluted structure, and concerning which the observations of Lockyer and others create the strong presumption, not to say certainty, that we have here a lower temperature still. Antares and other reddish stars belong to this division, which in the very red stars passes into the fourth type, and there are more classes and subclasses without end; but we invite here attention particularly to the first three, much as we might present a child, an adult, and an old man, as types of the stages of human existence, without meaning to deny that there are any number of ages between. We can even say that this may be something more than a mere figure of speech, and that a succession in age is not improbably pointed at in these types.

FIG. 91.—GREAT NEBULA IN ORION. (FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY A. A. COMMON, F. R. S.)

We may have considered—perhaps not without a sort of awe at the vastness of the retrospect—the past life of the worlds of our own system, from our own globe of fluid fire as we see it by analogy in the past, through the stages of planetary life to the actual condition of our present green earth, and on to the stillness of the moon. Yet the life history of our sun, we can hardly but admit, is indefinitely longer than this. We feel, rather than comprehend, the vastness of the period that separates our civilization from the early life of the world; but what is this to the age of the sun, which has looked on and seen its planetary children grow? Yet if we admit this temperature classification of the stars, we are not far from admitting that the spectroscope is now pointing out the stages in the life of suns themselves; suns just beginning their life of almost infinite years; suns in the middle of their course; suns which are growing old and casting feebler beams,—all these and many more it brings before us.

Another division of our subject would, with more space, include a fuller account of that strange and most interesting development of photography which is going on even while we write; and this is so new and so important, that we must try to give some hint of it even in this brief summary, for even since the first numbers of this series were written, great advances have taken place in its application to celestial objects.

Most of us have vague ideas about small portions of time; so much so, that it is rather surprising to find to how many intelligent people, a second, as seen on the clock face, is its least conceivable interval. Yet a second has not only a beginning, middle, and end, as much as a year has, but can, in thought at least, be divided into just as many numbered parts as a year can. Without entering on a disquisition about this, let us try to show by some familiar thing that we can at any rate not only divide a second in imagination into, let us say, a hundred parts, but that we can observe distinctly what is happening in such a short time, and make a picture of it,—a picture which shall be begun and completed while this hundredth of a second lasts.

Every one has fallen through at least some such a little distance as comes in jumping from a chair to the floor, and most of us, it is safe to say, have a familiar impression of the fact that it takes, at any rate, less than a second in such a case from the time the foot leaves its first support till it touches the ground. Plainly, however large or small the fall may be, each fraction of an inch of it must be passed through in succession, and if we suppose the space to be divided, for instance, into a hundred parts, we must divide in thought the second into at least as many, since each little successive space was traversed in its own little interval of time, and the whole together did not make a second. We can even, as a matter of fact, very easily calculate the time that it will take anything which has already fallen, let us say one foot, to fall an inch more; and we find this, in the supposed instance, to be almost exactly one one-hundredth of a second. On page 243 is a reproduction of a photograph from Nature, of a man falling freely through the air. He has dropped from the grasp of the man above him, and has already fallen through some small distance,—a foot or so. If we suppose it to be a foot, since we can see that the man’s features are not blurred, as they would undoubtedly have been had he moved even much less than an inch while this picture was being taken, it follows, from what has been said, that the making of the whole picture—landscape, spectators, and all—occupied not over one one-hundredth of a second.

We have given this view of “the falling man” because, rightly understood, it thus carries internal evidence of the limit of time in which it could have been made; and this will serve as an introduction to another picture, where probably no one will dispute that the time was still shorter, but where we cannot give the same kind of evidence of the fact.

“Quick as lightning” is our common simile for anything occupying, to ordinary sense, no time at all. Exact measurements show that the electric spark does occupy a time, which is almost inconceivably small, and of which we can only say here that the one one-hundredth of a second we have just been considering is a long period by comparison with the duration of the brightest portion of the light.