Upon a Star-light Night.
Were I a conjurer, such nights as these
I’d choose to calculate nativities;
For every star to that degree prevails,
One might e’en count, and then turn up their tails.
This night will Flamstead, and the Moorfields’ fry
Such knowledge gain, they’ll seldom tell a lye.
As an amplification of the common cry of watchmen, may be produced the ancient Bell-man’s.
Upon a Night of all Weathers.
This night, so different is the changing weather,
Boisterous or calm, I cannot tell you whether
’Tis either fair or foul; but, altogether,
Just as to cry a star-light night I study,
Immediately the air grows dark and cloudy:
In short, the temper of the skies, if any,
Is all, and nature makes a miscellany.
Men in the Moon.
A few years ago, professor Gruithausen, of Munich, wrote an essay to show that there are many plain indications of inhabitants in the moon. In answer to certain questions, the “Munich Gazette” communicates some remarkable results, derived from a great number of observations—
1. In what latitude in the moon are there indications of vegetation?