Chapter VIII: The Stars 221 (4)

There is another matter of interest to us as dwellers on this planet, connected not with the amount of the sun’s heat so much as with the degree of its temperature; for it is almost certain that a very little fall in the temperature will cause an immense and wholly disproportionate diminution of the heat-supply. The same principle may be observed in more familiar things. We can, for instance, warm quite a large house by a very small furnace, if we urge this (by a wasteful use of coal) to a dazzling white heat. If we now let the furnace cool to half this white-heat temperature, we shall be sure to find that the heat radiated has not diminished in proportion, but out of all proportion,--has sunk, for instance, not only to one-half what it was (as we might think it would do), but to perhaps a twentieth or even less, so that the furnace which heated the house can no longer warm a single room.

The human race, as we have said, is warming itself at the great solar furnace, which we have just seen contains an internal source for generating heat enough for millions of years to come; but we have also learned that if the sun’s internal circulation were stopped, the surface would cool and shut up the heat inside, where it would do us no good. The _temperature_ of the surface, then, on which the rate of heat-emission depends, concerns us very much; and if we had a thermometer so long that we could dip its bulb into the sun and read the degrees on the stem here, we should find out what observers would very much like to know, and at present are disposed to quarrel about. The difficulty is not in measuring the heat,--for that we have just seen how to do,--but in telling what temperature corresponds to it, since there is no known rule by which to find one from the other. One certain thing is this--that we cannot by any contrivance raise the temperature in the focus of any lens or mirror beyond that of its source (practically we cannot do even so much); we cannot, for instance, by any burning-lens make the image of a candle as hot as the original flame. Whatever a thermometer may read when the candle-heat is concentrated on its bulb by a lens, it would read yet more if the bulb were dipped in the candle-flame itself; and one obvious application of this fact is that though we cannot dip our thermometer in the sun, we know that if we could do so, the temperature would at least be greater than any we get by the largest burning-glass. We need have no fear of making the burning-glass too big; the temperature at its solar focus is _always_ and necessarily lower than that of the sun itself.

For some reason no very great burning-lens or mirror has been constructed for a long time, and we have to go back to the eighteenth century to see what can be done in this way. The annexed figure (Fig. 55) is from a wood-cut of the last century, describing the largest burning-lens then or since constructed in France, whose size and mode of use the drawing clearly shows. All the heat falling on the great lens was concentrated on a smaller one, and the smaller one concentrated it in turn, till at the very focus we are assured that iron, gold, and other metals ran like melted butter. In England, the largest burning-lens on record was made about the same time by an optician named Parker for the English Government, who designed it as a present to be taken by Lord Macartney’s embassy to the Emperor of China. Parker’s lens was three feet in diameter and very massive, being seven inches thick at the centre. In its focus the most refractory substances were fused, and even the diamond was reduced to vapor, so that the temperature of the sun’s surface is at any rate higher than _this_.

(What became of the French lens shown, it would be interesting to know. If it is still above ground, its fate has been better than that of the English one. It is said that the Emperor of China, when he got his lens, was much alarmed by it, as being possibly sent him by the English with some covert design for his injury. By way of a test, a smith was ordered to strike it with his hammer; but the hammer rebounded from the solid glass, and this was taken to be conclusive evidence of magic in the thing, which was immediately buried, and probably is still reposing under the soil of the Celestial Flowery Kingdom.)

We can confirm the evidence of such burning-lenses as to the sun’s high temperature by another class of experiment, which rests on an analogous principle. We can make the comparison between the heat from some artificially heated object and that which would be given out from an equal area of the sun’s face. Now, supposing like emissive powers, if the latter be found the hotter, though we cannot tell what its temperature absolutely is, we can at least say that it is greater than that of the thing with which it is compared; so that we choose for comparison the hottest thing we can find, on a scale large enough for the experiment. One observation of my own in this direction I will permit myself to cite in illustration.

Perhaps the highest temperature we can get on a large scale in the arts is that of molten steel in the Bessemer converter. As many may be as ignorant of what this is as I was before I tried the experiment, I will try to describe it.

The “converter” is an enormous iron pot, lined with fire-brick, and capable of holding thirty or forty thousand pounds of melted metal; and it is swung on trunnions, so that it can be raised by an engine to a vertical position, or lowered by machinery so as to pour its contents out into a caldron. First the empty converter is inclined, and fifteen thousand pounds of fluid iron streams down into the mouth from an adjacent furnace where it has been melted. Then the engine lifts the converter into an erect position, while an air-blast from a blowing-engine is forced in at the bottom and through the liquid iron, which has combined with it nearly half a ton of silicon and carbon,--materials which, with the oxygen of the blast, create a heat which leaves that of the already molten iron far behind. After some time the converter is tipped forward, and fifteen hundred pounds more of melted iron is added to that already in it. What the temperature of this last is, may be judged from the fact that though ordinary melted iron is dazzlingly bright, the melted metal in the converter is so much brighter still, that the entering stream is dark brown by comparison, presenting a contrast like that of chocolate poured into a white cup. The contents are now no longer iron, but liquid steel, ready for pouring into the caldron; and, looking from the front down into the inclined vessel, we see the almost blindingly bright interior dripping with the drainage of the metal running down its side, so that the circular mouth, which is twenty-four inches in diameter, presents the effect of a disk of molten metal of that size (were it possible to maintain such a disk in a vertical position). In addition, we have the actual stream of falling metal, which continues nearly a minute, and presents an area of some square feet. The shower of scintillations from this cataract of what seems at first “sunlike” brilliancy, and the area whence such intense heat and light are for a brief time radiated, make the spectacle a most striking one. (See Fig. 56.)

The “pour” is preceded by a shower of sparks, consisting of little particles of molten steel which are projected fully a hundred feet in the direction of the open mouth of the converter. In the line of this my apparatus was stationed in an open window, at a point where its view could be directed down into the converter on one side, and up at the sun on the other. This apparatus consisted of a long photometer-box with a _porte-lumière_ at one end. The mirror of this reflected the sun’s rays through the box and then on to the pouring metal, tracing their way to it by a beam visible in the dusty air (Fig. 57). In the path of this beam was placed the measuring apparatus, both for heat and light. As the best point of observation was in the line of the blast, a shower of sparks was driven over the instrument and observer at every “pour;” and the rain of wet soot from chimneys without, the bombardment from within, and the moving masses of red-hot iron around, made the experiment an altogether peculiar one. The apparatus was arranged in such a way that the effect (except for the absorption of its beams on the way) was independent of the size or distance of the sun, and depended on the absolute radiation there, and was equivalent, in fact, to taking a sample piece of the sun’s face _of equal size_ with the fluid metal, bringing them face to face, and seeing which was the hotter and brighter. The comparison, however, was unfair to the sun, because its rays were in reality partly absorbed by the atmosphere on the way, while those of the furnace were not. Under these circumstances the heat from any single square foot of the sun’s surface was found to be _at least_ eighty-seven times that from a square foot of the melted metal, while the light from the sun was proved to be, foot for foot, over five thousand times that from the molten steel, though the latter, separately considered, seemed to be itself, as I have said, of quite sunlike brilliancy.

We must not conclude from this that the _temperature_ of the sun was five thousand times that of the steel, but we may be certain that it was at any rate a great deal the higher of the two. It is probable, from all experiments made up to this date, that the solar effective temperature is not less than 3,000 nor more than 30,000 degrees of the centigrade thermometer. Sir William Siemens, whose opinion on any question as to heat is entitled to great respect, thought the lower value nearer the truth, but this is doubtful.

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We have, in all that has preceded, been speaking of the sun’s constitution and appearance, and have hardly entered on the question of its industrial relations to man. It must be evident, however, that if we derive, as it is asserted we do, almost all our mechanical power from this solar heat,--if our water-wheel is driven by rivers which the sun feeds by the rain he sucks up for them into the clouds, if the coal is stored sun-power, and if, as Stevenson said, it really is the sun which drives our engines, though at second hand,--there is an immense fund of possible mechanical power still coming to us from him which might be economically utilized. Leaving out of sight all our more important relations to him (for, as has been already said, he is in a physical sense our creator, and he keeps us alive from hour to hour), and considering him only as a possible servant to grind our corn and spin our flax, we find that even in this light there are startling possibilities of profit in the study of our subject. From recent measures it appears that from every square yard of the earth exposed perpendicularly to the sun’s rays, in the absence of an absorbing atmosphere, there could be derived more than one horse-power, if the heat were all converted into this use, and that even on such a little area as the island of Manhattan, or that occupied by the city of London, the noontide heat is enough, could it all be utilized, to drive all the steam-engines in the world. It will not be surprising, then, to hear that many practical men are turning their attention to this as a source of power, and that, though it has hitherto cost more to utilize the power than it is worth, there is reason to believe that some of the greatest changes which civilization has to bring may yet be due to such investigations. The visitor to the last Paris Exposition may remember an extraordinary machine on the grounds of the Trocadéro, looking like a gigantic inverted umbrella pointed sunward. This was the sun-machine of M. Mouchot, consisting of a great parabolic reflector, which concentrated the heat on a boiler in the focus and drove a steam-engine with it, which was employed in turn to work a printing-press, as our engraving shows (Fig. 58). Because these constructions have been hitherto little more than playthings, we are not to think of them as useless. If toys, they are the toys of the childhood of a science which is destined to grow, and in its maturity to apply this solar energy to the use of all mankind.

Even now they are beginning to pass into the region of practical utility, and in the form of the latest achievement of Mr. Ericsson’s ever-young genius are ready for actual work on an economical scale. We present in Fig. 59 his new actually working solar engine, which there is every reason to believe is more efficient than Mouchot’s, and probably capable of being used with economical advantage in pumping water in desert regions of our own country. It is pregnant with suggestion of the future, if we consider the growing demand for power in the world, and the fact that its stock of coal, though vast, is strictly limited, in the sense that when it _is_ gone we can get absolutely no more. The sun has been making a little every day for millions of years,--so little and for so long, that it is as though time had daily dropped a single penny into the bank to our credit for untold ages, until an enormous fund had been thus slowly accumulated in our favor. We are drawing on this fund like a prodigal who thinks his means endless, but the day will come when our check will no longer be honored, and what shall we do then?

The exhaustion of some of the coal-beds is an affair of the immediate future, by comparison with the vast period of time we have been speaking of. The English coal-beds, it is asserted, will, from present indications, be quite used up in about three hundred years more.

Three hundred years ago, the sun, looking down on the England of our forefathers, saw a fair land of green woods and quiet waters, a land unvexed with noisier machinery than the spinning-wheel, or the needles of the “free maids that weave their threads with bones.” Because of the coal which has been dug from its soil, he sees it now soot-blackened, furrowed with railway-cuttings, covered with noisy manufactories, filled with grimy operatives, while the island shakes with the throb of coal-driven engines, and its once quiet waters are churned by the wheels of steamships. Many generations of the lives of men have passed to make the England of Elizabeth into the England of Victoria; but what a moment this time is, compared with the vast lapse of ages during which the coal was being stored! What a moment in the life of the “all-beholding sun,” who in a few hundred years--his gift exhausted and the last furnace-fire out--may send his beams through rents in the ivy-grown walls of deserted factories, upon silent engines brown with rust, while the mill-hand has gone to other lands, the rivers are clean again, the harbors show only white sails, and England’s “black country” is green once more! To America, too, such a time may come, though at a greatly longer distance.

Does this all seem but the idlest fancy? That something like it will come to pass sooner or later, is a most certain fact--as certain as any process of Nature--if we do not find a new source of power; for of the coal which has supplied us, after a certain time we can get no more.

Future ages may see the seat of empire transferred to regions of the earth now barren and desolated under intense solar heat,--countries which, for that very cause, will not improbably become the seat of mechanical and thence of political power. Whoever finds the way to make industrially useful the vast sun-power now wasted on the deserts of North Africa or the shores of the Red Sea, will effect a greater change in men’s affairs than any conqueror in history has done; for he will once more people those waste places with the life that swarmed there in the best days of Carthage and of old Egypt, but under another civilization, where man no longer shall worship the sun as a god, but shall have learned to make it his servant.

V.

THE PLANETS AND THE MOON.

When we look up at the heavens, we see, if we watch through the night, the host of stars rising in the east and passing above us to sink in the west, always at the same distance and in unchanging order, each seeming a point of light as feeble as the glow-worm’s shine in the meadow over which they are rising, each flickering as though the evening wind would blow it out. The infant stretches out its hand to grasp the Pleiades; but when the child has become an old man the “seven stars” are still there unchanged, dim only in his aged sight, and proving themselves the enduring substance, while it is his own life which has gone, as the shine of the glow-worm in the night. They were there just the same a hundred generations ago, before the Pyramids were built; and they will tremble there still, when the Pyramids have been worn down to dust with the blowing of the desert sand against their granite sides. They watched the earth grow fit for man long before man came, and they will doubtless be shining on when our poor human race itself has disappeared from the surface of this planet.

Probably there is no one of us who has not felt this solemn sense of their almost infinite duration as compared with his own little portion of time, and it would be a worthy subject for our thought if we could study them in the light that the New Astronomy sheds for us on their nature. But I must here confine myself to the description of but a few of their number, and speak, not of the infinite multitude and variety of stars, each a self-shining sun, but only of those which move close at hand; for it is not true of quite all that they keep at the same distance and order.

Of the whole celestial army which the naked eye watches, there are five stars which do change their places in the ranks, and these change in an irregular and capricious manner, going about among the others, now forward and now back, as if lost and wandering through the sky. These wanderers were long since known by distinct names, as Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn, and believed to be nearer than the others; and they are, in fact, companions to the earth and fed like it by the warmth of our sun, and like the moon are visible by the sunlight which they reflect to us. With the earliest use of the telescope, it was found that while the other stars remained in it mere points of light as before, these became magnified into disks on which markings were visible, and the markings have been found with our modern instruments, in one case at least, to take the appearance of oceans and snow-capped continents and islands. These, then, are not uninhabitable self-shining suns, but worlds, vivified from the same fount of energy that supplies us, and the possible abode of creatures like ourselves.

“Properly speaking,” it is said, “man is the only subject of interest to man;” and if we have cared to study the uninhabitable sun because all that goes on there is found to be so intimately related to us, it is surely a reasonable curiosity which prompts the question so often heard as to the presence of life on these neighbor worlds, where it seems at least not impossible that life should exist. Even the very little we can say in answer to this question will always be interesting; but we must regretfully admit at the outset that it is but little, and that with some planets, like Mercury and Venus, the great telescopes of modern times cannot do much more than those of Galileo, with which our New Astronomy had its beginning.

Let us leave these, then, and pass out to the confines of the planetary system, where we may employ our telescopes to better advantage.

The outer planets, Neptune and Uranus, remain pale disks in the most powerful instruments, the first attended by a single moon, the second by four, barely visible; and there is so very little yet known about their physical features, that we shall do better to give our attention to one of the most interesting objects in the whole heavens,--the planet Saturn, on which we can at any rate see enough to arouse a lively curiosity to know more.

When Galileo first turned his glass on Saturn, he saw, as he thought, that it consisted of three spheres close together, the middle one being the largest. He was not quite sure of the fact, and was in a dilemma between his desire to wait longer for further observation, and his fear that some other observer might announce the discovery if he hesitated. To combine these incompatibilities--to announce it so as to secure the priority, and yet not announce it till he was ready--might seem to present as great a difficulty as the discovery itself; but Galileo solved this, as we may remember, by writing it in the sentence, “Altissimum planetam tergeminum observavi” (“I have observed the highest planet to be triple”), and then throwing it (in the printer’s phrase) “into pi,” or jumbling the letters, which made the sentence into the monstrous word

SMAJSMRMJLMEBOETALEVMJPVNENVGTTAVJRAS,

and publishing _this_, which contained his discovery, but under lock and key. He had reason to congratulate himself on his prudence, for within two years two of the supposed bodies disappeared, leaving only one. This was in 1612; and for nearly fifty years Saturn continued to all astronomers the enigma which it was to Galileo, till in 1656 it was finally made clear that it was surrounded by a thin flat ring, which when seen fully gave rise to the first appearance in Galileo’s small telescope, and when seen edgewise disappeared from its view altogether. Everything in this part of our work depends on the power of the telescope we employ, and in describing the modern means of observation we pass over two centuries of slow advance, each decade of which has marked some progress in the instrument, to one of its completest types, in the great equatorial at Washington, shown in Fig. 61.

The revolving dome above, the great tube beneath, its massive piers, and all its accessories are only means to carry and direct the great lens at the further end, which acts the part of the lens in our own eye, and forms the image of the thing to be looked at. Galileo’s original lens was a single piece of glass, rather smaller than that of our common spectacles; but the lens here is composed of two pieces, each twenty-six inches in diameter, and collects as much light as a human eye would do if over two feet across. But this is useless if the lens is not shaped with such precision as to send every ray to its proper place at the eye-piece, nearly thirty-five feet away; and, in fact, the shape given its surface by the skilful hands of the Messrs. Clark, who made it, is so exquisitely exact that all the light of a star gathered by this great surface is packed at the distant focus into a circle very much smaller than that made by the dot on this _i_, and the same statement may be made of the great Lick glass, which is three feet in diameter,--an accuracy we might call incredible were it not certain. It is with instruments of such accuracy that astronomy now works, and it is with this particular one that some of the observations we are going to describe have been made.

In all the heavens there is no more wonderful object than Saturn, for it preserves to us an apparent type of the plan on which all the worlds were originally made. Let us look at it in this study by Trouvelot (Fig. 60). The planet, we must remember, is a globe nearly seventy thousand miles in diameter, and the outermost ring is over one hundred and fifty thousand miles across, so that the proportionate size of our earth would be over-represented here by a pea laid on the engraving. The belts on the globe show delicate tints of brown and blue, and parts of the ring are, as a whole, brighter than the planet; but this ring, as the reader may see, consists of at least three main divisions, each itself containing separate features. First is the gray outer ring, then the middle one, and next the curious “crape” ring, very much darker than the others, looking like a belt where it crosses the planet, and apparently feebly transparent, for the outline of the globe has been seen (though not very distinctly) _through_ it. The whole system of rings is of the most amazing thinness, for it is probably thinner in proportion to its size than the paper on which this is printed is to the width of the page; and when it is turned edgewise to us, it disappears to all but the most powerful telescopes, in which it looks then like the thinnest conceivable line of light, on which the moons have been seen projected, appearing like beads sliding along a golden wire. The globe of the planet casts on the ring a shadow, which is here shown as a broken line, as though the level of the rings were suddenly disturbed. At other times (as in a beautiful drawing made with the same instrument by Professor Holden) the line seems continuous, though curved as though the middle of the ring system were thicker than the edge. The rotation of the ring has been made out by direct observations; and the whole is in motion about the globe,--a motion so smooth and steady that there is no flickering in the shadow “where Saturn’s steadfast shade sleeps on its luminous ring.”

What is it? No solid could hold together under such conditions; we can hardly admit the possibility of its being a liquid film extended in space; and there are difficulties in admitting it to be gaseous. But if not a solid, a liquid, or a gas, again what can it be? It was suggested nearly two centuries ago that the ring might be composed of innumerable little bodies like meteorites, circling round the globe so close together as to give the appearance we see, much as a swarm of bees at a distance looks like a continuous cloud; and this remains the most plausible solution of what is still in some degree a mystery. Whatever it be, we see in the ring the condition of things which, according to the nebular hypothesis, once pertained to all the planets at a certain stage of their formation; and this, with the extraordinary lightness of the globe (for the whole planet would float on water), makes us look on it as still in the formative stage of uncondensed matter, where the solid land as yet is not, and the foot could find no resting-place. Astrology figured Saturn as “spiteful and cold,--an old man melancholy;” but if we may indulge such a speculation, modern astronomy rather leads us to think of it as in the infancy of its life, with every process of planetary growth still in its future, and separated by an almost unlimited stretch of years from the time when life under the conditions in which we know it can even begin to exist.

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Like this appears also the condition of Jupiter (Fig. 62), the greatest of the planets, whose globe, eighty-eight thousand miles in diameter, turns so rapidly that the centrifugal force causes a visible flattening. The belts which stretch across its disk are of all delicate tints--some pale blue, some of a crimson lake; a sea-green patch has been seen, and at intervals of late years there has been a great oval red spot, which has now nearly gone, and which our engraving does not show. The belts are largely, if not wholly, formed of rolling clouds, drifting and changing under our eyes, though more rarely a feature like the oval spot just mentioned will last for years, an enduring enigma. The most recent observations tend to make us believe that the equatorial regions of Jupiter, like those of the sun, make more turns in a year than the polar ones; while the darkening toward the edge is another sunlike feature, though perhaps due to a distinct cause, and this is beautifully brought out when any one of the four moons which circle the planet passes between us and its face, an occurrence also represented in our figure. The moon, as it steals on the comparatively dark edge, shows us a little circle of an almost lemon-yellow, but the effect of contrast grows less as it approaches the centre. Next (or sometimes before), the disk is invaded by a small and intensely black spot, the shadow of the moon, which slides across the planet’s face, the transit lasting long enough for us to see that the whole great globe, serving as a background for the spectacle, has visibly revolved on its axis since we began to gaze. Photography, in the skilful hands of the late Professor Henry Draper, gave us reason to suspect the possibility that a dull light is sent to us from parts of the planet’s surface besides what it reflects, as though it were still feebly glowing like a nearly extinguished sun; and, on the whole, a main interest of these features to us lies in the presumption they create that the giant planet is not yet fit to be the abode of life, but is more probably in a condition like that of our earth millions of years since, in a past so remote that geology only infers its existence, and long before our own race began to be. That science, indeed, itself teaches us that such all but infinite periods are needed to prepare a planet for man’s abode, that the entire duration of his race upon it is probably brief in comparison.

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We pass by the belt of asteroids, and over a distance many times greater than that which separates the earth from the sun, till we approach our own world. Here, close beside it as it were, in comparison with the enormous spaces which intervene between it and Saturn and Jupiter, we find a planet whose size and features are in striking contrast to those of the great globe we have just quitted. It is Mars, which shines so red and looks so large in the sky because it is so near, but whose diameter is only about half that of our earth. This is indeed properly to be called a neighbor world, but the planetary spaces are so immense that this neighbor is at closest still about thirty-four million miles away.

Looking across that great gulf, we see in our engraving (Fig. 63)--where we have three successive views taken at intervals of a few hours--a globe not marked by the belts of Jupiter or Saturn, but with outlines as of continents and islands, which pass in turn before our eyes as it revolves in a little over twenty-four and a half of our hours, while at either pole is a white spot. Sir William Herschel was the first to notice that this spot increased in size when it was turned away from the sun, and diminished when the solar heat fell on it; so that we have what is almost proof that here is ice (and consequently water) on another world. Then, as we study more, we discern forms which move from day to day on the globe apart from its rotation, and we recognize in them clouds sweeping over the surface,--not a surface of still other clouds below, but of what we have good reason to believe to be land and water.

By the industry of numerous astronomers, seizing every favorable opportunity when Mars comes near, so many of these features have been gathered that we have been enabled to make fairly complete maps of the planet, one of which by Mr. Green is here given (Fig. 64).

Here we see the surface more diversified than that of our earth, while the oceans are long, narrow, canal-like seas, which everywhere invade the land, so that on Mars one could travel almost everywhere by water. These canals seem also in some cases to exist in pairs or to be remarkably duplicated. The spectroscope indicates water-vapor in the Martial atmosphere, and some of the continents, like “Lockyer Land,” are sometimes seen white, as though covered with ice: while one island (marked on our map as Hall Island) has been seen so frequently thus, that it is very probable that here some mountain or tableland rises into the region of perpetual snow.

The cause of the red color of Mars has never been satisfactorily ascertained. Its atmosphere does not appear to be dark enough to produce such an effect, and perhaps as probable an explanation as any is one the suggestion of which is a little startling at first. It is that vegetation on Mars may be _red_ instead of green! There is no intrinsic improbability in the idea, for we are even to-day unprepared to say with any certainty why vegetation is green here, and it is quite easy to conceive of atmospheric conditions which would make red the best absorber of the solar heat. Here, then, we find a planet on which we obtain many of the conditions of life which we know ourselves, and here, if anywhere in the system, we may allowably inquire for evidence of the presence of something like our own race; but though we may indulge in supposition, there is unfortunately no prospect that with any conceivable improvement in our telescopes we shall ever obtain anything like certainty. We cannot assert that there are any bounds to man’s invention, or that science may not, by some means as unknown to us as the spectroscope was to our grandfathers, achieve what now seems impossible; but to our present knowledge no such means exist, though we are not forbidden to look at the ruddy planet with the feeling that it may hold possibilities more interesting to our humanity than all the wonders of the sun, and all the uninhabitable immensities of his other worlds.

Before we leave Mars, we may recall to the reader’s memory the extraordinary verification of a statement made about it more than a hundred years ago. We shall have for a moment to leave the paths of science for those of pure fiction, for the words we are going to quote are those of no less a person than our old friend Captain Gulliver, who, after his adventures with the Lilliputians, went to a flying island inhabited largely by astronomers. If the reader will take down his copy of Swift, he will find in this voyage of Gulliver’s to Laputa the following imaginary description of what its imaginary astronomers saw:--

“They have likewise discovered two lesser stars or satellites
which revolve about Mars, whereof the innermost is distant from
the centre of the primary planet exactly three of its diameters,
and the outermost five; the former revolves in the space of ten
hours, and the latter in twenty-one and a half.”

Now, compare this passage, which was published in the year 1727, with the announcement in the scientific journals of August, 1877 (a hundred and fifty years after), that two moons did exist, and had just been discovered by Professor Hall, of Washington, with the great telescope of which a drawing has been already given. The resemblance does not end even here, for Swift was right also in describing them as very near the planet and with very short periods, the actual distances being about one and a half and seven diameters, and the actual times about eight and thirty hours respectively,--distances and periods which, if not exactly those of Swift’s description, agree with it in being less than any before known in the solar system. It is certain that there could not have been the smallest ground for a suspicion of their existence when “Gulliver’s Travels” was written, and the coincidence--which is a pure coincidence--certainly approaches the miraculous. We can no longer, then, properly speak of “the snowy poles of moonless Mars,” though it does still remain moonless to all but the most powerful telescopes in the world, for these bodies are the very smallest known in the system. They present no visible disks to measure, but look like the faintest of points of light, and their size is only to be guessed at from their brightness. Professor Pickering has carried on an interesting investigation of them. His method depended in part on getting holes of such smallness made in a plate of metal that the light coming through them would be comparable with that of the Martial moons in the telescope. It was found almost impossible to command the skill to make these holes small enough, though one of the artists employed had already distinguished himself by drilling a hole through a fine cambric needle _lengthwise_, so as to make a tiny steel tube of it. When the difficulty was at last overcome, the satellites were found to be less than ten miles in diameter, and a just impression both of their apparent size and light may be gathered from the statement that either roughly corresponds to that which would be given by a human hand held up at Washington, and viewed from Boston, Massachusetts, a distance of four hundred miles.

We approach now the only planet in which man is certainly known to exist, and which ought to have an interest for us superior to any which we have yet seen, for it is our own. We are voyagers on it through space, it has been said, as passengers on a ship, and many of us have never thought of any part of the vessel but the cabin where we are quartered. Some curious passengers (these are the geographers) have visited the steerage, and some (the geologists) have looked under the hatches, and yet it remains true that those in one part of our vessel know little, even now, of their fellow-voyagers in another. How much less, then, do most of us know of the ship itself, for we were all born on it, and have never once been off it to view it from the outside!

No world comes so near us in the aerial ocean as the moon; and if we desire to view our own earth as a planet, we may put ourselves in fancy in the place of a lunar observer. “Is it inhabited?” would probably be one of the first questions which he would ask, if he had the same interest in us that we have in him; and the answer to this would call out all the powers of the best telescopes such as we possess.

An old author, Fontenelle, has put in the mouth of an imaginary spectator a lively description of what would be visible in twenty-four hours to one looking down on the earth as it turned round beneath him. “I see passing under my eyes,” he says, “all sorts of faces,--white and black and olive and brown. Now it’s hats, and now turbans, now long locks and then shaven crowns; now come cities with steeples, next more with tall, crescent-capped minarets, then others with porcelain towers; now great desolate lands, now great oceans, then dreadful deserts,--in short, all the infinite variety the earth’s surface bears.” The truth is, however, that, looking at the earth from the moon, the largest moving animal, the whale or the elephant, would be utterly beyond our ken; and it is questionable whether the largest ship on the ocean would be visible, for the popular idea as to the magnifying power of great telescopes is exaggerated. It is probable that under any but extraordinary circumstances our lunar observer, with our best telescopes, could not bring the earth within less than an apparent distance of five hundred miles; and the reader may judge how large a moving object must be to be seen, much less recognized, by the naked eye at such a distance.

Of course, a chief interest of the supposition we are making lies in the fact that it will give us a measure of our own ability to discover evidences of life in the moon, if there are any such as exist here; and in this point of view it is worth while to repeat, that scarcely any temporary phenomenon due to human action could be even telescopically visible from the moon under the most favoring circumstances. An army such as Napoleon led to Russia might conceivably be visible if it moved in a dark solid column across the snow. It is barely possible that such a vessel as one of the largest ocean steamships might be seen, under very favorable circumstances, as a moving dot; and it is even quite probable that such a conflagration as the great fire of Chicago would be visible in the lunar telescope, as something like a reddish star on the night side of our planet; but this is all in this sort that could be discerned.

By making minute maps, or, still better, photographs, and comparing one year with another, much however might have been done by our lunar observer during this century. In its beginning, in comparison to the vast forests which then covered the North American continent, the cultivated fields along its eastern seaboard would have looked to him like a golden fringe bordering a broad mantle of green; but now he would see that the golden fringe has encroached upon the green farther back than the Mississippi, and he would gather his best evidence of change from the fact (surely a noteworthy one) that the people of the United States have altered the features of the world during the present century to a degree visible in another planet!

Our observer would probably be struck by the moving panorama of forests, lakes, continents, islands, and oceans, successively gliding through the field of view of his telescope as the earth revolved; but, travelling along beside it on his lunar station, he would hardly appreciate its actual flight through space, which is an easy thing to describe in figures, and a hard one to conceive. If we look up at the clock, and as we watch the pendulum recall that we have moved about nineteen miles at every beat, or in less than three minutes, over a distance greater than that which divides New York from Liverpool, we still probably but very imperfectly realize the fact that (dropping all metaphor) the earth is really a great projectile, heavier than the heaviest of her surface rocks, and traversing space with a velocity of over sixty times that of the cannon-ball. Even the firing of a great gun with a ball weighing one or two hundred pounds is, to the novice at least, a striking spectacle. The massive iron sphere is hoisted into the gun, the discharge comes, the ground trembles, and, as it seems, almost in the same instant, a jet rises where the ball has touched the water far away. The impression of immense velocity and of a resistless capacity of destruction in that flying mass is irresistible, and justifiable too: but what is this ball to that of the earth, which is a globe counting eight thousand miles in diameter, and weighing about six thousand millions of millions of millions of tons; which, if our cannon-ball were flying ahead a mile in advance of its track, would overtake it in less than the tenth part of a second; and which carries such a potency of latent destruction and death in this motion, that if it were possible instantly to arrest it, then, in that instant, “earth and all which it inherits would dissolve” and pass away in vapor?

Our turning sphere is moving through what seems to be all but an infinite void, peopled only by wandering meteorites, and where warmth from any other source than the sun can scarcely be said to exist; for it is important to observe that whether the interior be molten or not, we get next to no heat from it. The cold of outer space can only be estimated in view of recent observations as at least four hundred degrees Fahrenheit below zero (mercury freezes at thirty-nine degrees below), and it is the sun which makes up the difference of all these lacking hundreds of degrees to us, but indirectly, and not in the way that we might naturally think, and have till very lately thought; for our atmosphere has a great deal to do with it beside the direct solar rays, allowing more to come in than to go out, until the temperature rises very much higher than it would were there no air here. Thus, since it is this power in the atmosphere of storing the heat which makes us live, no less than the sun’s rays themselves, we see how the temperature of a planet may depend on considerations quite beside its distance from the sun; and when we discuss the possibility of life in other worlds, we shall do well to remember that Saturn may be possibly a warm world, and Mercury conceivably a cold one.

We used to be told that this atmosphere extended forty-five miles above us, but later observation proves its existence at a height of many times this; and a remarkable speculation, which Dr. Hunt strengthens with the great name of Newton, even contemplates it as extending in ever-increasing tenuity until it touches and merges in the atmosphere of other worlds.

(FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY L. M. RUTHERFURD, 1873, PUBLISHED BY O. G. MASON.)]

But if we begin to talk of things new and old which interest us in our earth as a planet, it is hard to make an end. Still we may observe that it is the very familiarity of some of these which hinders us from seeing them as the wonders they really are. How has this familiarity, for instance, made commonplace to us not only the wonderful fact that the fields and forests, and the apparently endless plain of earth and ocean, are really parts of a great globe which is turning round (for this rotation we all are familiar with), but the less appreciated miracle that we are all being hurled through space with an immensely greater speed than that of the rotation itself. It needs the vision of a poet to see this daily miracle with new eyes; and a great poet has described it for us, in words which may vivify our scientific conception. Let us recall the prologue to “Faust,” where the archangels are praising the works of the Lord, and looking at the earth, not as we see it, but down on it, from heaven, as it passes by, and notice that it is precisely this miraculous swiftness, so insensible to us, which calls out an angel’s wonder.

“And swift and swift beyond conceiving
The splendor of the world goes round,
Day’s Eden-brightness still relieving
The awful Night’s intense profound.
The ocean tides in foam are breaking,
Against the rocks’ deep bases hurled,
And both, the spheric race partaking,
Eternal, swift, are onward whirled.”[5]

[5] Bayard Taylor’s translation.

So, indeed, might an angel see it and describe it!

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We may have been already led to infer that there is a kind of evolution in the planets’ life, which we may compare, by a not wholly fanciful analogy, to ours; for we have seen worlds growing into conditions which may fit them for habitability, and again other worlds where we may surmise, or may know, that life has come. To learn of at least one which has completed the analogy, by passing beyond this term to that where all life has ceased, we need only look on the moon.

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The study of the moon’s surface has been continued now from the time of Galileo, and of late years a whole class of competent observers has been devoted to it, so that astronomers engaged in other branches have oftener looked on this as a field for occasional hours of recreation with the telescope than made it a constant study. I can recall one or two such hours in earlier observing days, when, seated alone under the overarching iron dome, the world below shut out, and the world above opened, the silence disturbed by no sound but the beating of the equatorial clock, and the great telescope itself directed to some hill or valley of the moon, I have been so lost in gazing that it seemed as though a look through this, the real magic tube, had indeed transported me to the surface of that strange alien world. Fortunately for us, the same spectacle has impressed others with more time to devote to it and more ability to render it, so that we not only have most elaborate maps of the moon for the professional astronomer, but abundance of paintings, drawings, and models, which reproduce the appearance of its surface as seen in powerful telescopes. None of the latter class deserves more attention than the beautiful studies of Messrs. Nasmyth and Carpenter, who prepared at great labor very elaborate and, in general, very faithful models of parts of its surface, and then had them photographed under the same illumination which fell on the original; and I wish to acknowledge here the special indebtedness of this part of what I have to lay before the reader to their work, from which the following illustrations are chiefly taken.

Let us remember that the moon is a little over twenty-one hundred miles in diameter; that it weighs, bulk for bulk, about two-thirds what the earth does, so that, in consequence of this and its smaller size, its total weight is only about one-eightieth of that of our globe; and that, the force of gravity at its surface being only one-sixth what it is here, eruptive explosions can send their products higher than in our volcanoes. Its area is between four and five times that of the United States, and its average distance is a little less than two hundred and forty thousand miles.

This is very little in comparison with the great spaces we have been traversing in imagination; but it is absolutely very large, and across it the valleys and mountains of this our nearest neighbor disappear, and present to the naked eye only the vague lights and shades known to us from childhood as “the man in the moon,” and which were the puzzle of the ancient philosophers, who often explained them as reflections of the earth itself, sent back to us from the moon as from a mirror. It, at any rate, shows that the moon always turns the same face toward us, since we always see the same “man,” and that there must be a back to the moon which we never behold at all; and, in fact, nearly half of this planet does remain forever hidden from human observation.