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Vega stood nearly straight overhead, and Deneb and Altair, the great autumnal triangle in our skies. The Bear, too, stood out boldly, and Cassiopeia opposite. I drew in and got out of the buggy; and walking up to the horse's head, got ahold of the bridle and led him, meanwhile scrutinizing the ground over which I stepped. At that I came near missing the trail.
Cassiopeia was an Aethiopian, and consequently, in spite of her boasted beauty, black; at least so Milton seems to have thought, who alludes to this story in his "Penseroso," where he addresses Melancholy as the ".... goddess, sage and holy, Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And, therefore, to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue.
Tycho's Birth, Family, and Education An Eclipse of the Sun turns his attention to Astronomy Studies Law at Leipsic But pursues Astronomy by stealth His Uncle's Death He returns to Copenhagen, and resumes his Observations Revisits Germany Fights a Duel, and loses his Nose Visits Augsburg, and meets Hainzel Who assists him in making a large Quadrant Revisits Denmark And is warmly received by the King He settles at his Uncle's Castle of Herritzvold His Observatory and Laboratory Discovers the new Star in Cassiopeia Account of this remarkable Body Tycho's Marriage with a Peasant Girl Which irritates his Friends His Lectures on Astronomy He visits the Prince of Hesse Attends the Coronation of the Emperor Rudolph at Ratisbon He returns to Denmark.
A falling star shot across the constellation of Cassiopeia, like a flaming arrow. And the luminous universe above turned slowly on its axis, in solemn splendor, while from the dark earth around them arose only a faint breath, like the soft, warm breath of a sleeping woman. "Tell me," he said, in his good-natured voice, "did your Capuchin turn your head this evening, then?"
Helen took a hand-glass from the table and leaned forward in the low, round-backed chair faithful copy of a fine classic model. She wanted to see the full glory of the afterglow upon her profile, upon her neck, and bosom. Thus might Cassiopeia, glass in hand, in her golden chair sit in high heaven! Helen smiled at the pretty conceit. But the glory was already departing.
Clutterbuck's telescope at the edge of the terrace. The deaf old man stood beside her, fondling his beard, and reciting the names of the constellations: "Andromeda, Bootes, Sidonia, Cassiopeia. ..." "Andromeda," murmured Miss Eliot, shifting the telescope slightly. Mrs. Durrant and Charlotte looked along the barrel of the instrument pointed at the skies.
"No," he confessed: "that is, if you mean Cassiopeia up yonder." "Think! the Ship of Stars." "The Ship of Stars? Yes, I remember now. There was a young sailor with a ship of stars tattooed on his chest. He was drowned on this very coast." "Was that a part of the story you were to tell me?" "What story? I don't understand." "Don't you remember that day the morning when we began lessons together?
For Billy Jackson was shining down on her, calm and bright and constant through the skylight. There was no world about her. She was sunk in a pit of blackness, with but that small square of pallid light framing the star that she had so whimsically and oh, so ineffectually named. Miss Longnecker must be right; it was Gamma, of the constellation Cassiopeia, and not Billy Jackson.
I need not whiff opium, nor toss off laudanum negus, to imagine myself a young Titan, sucking fiery milk from the paps of a volcano; a despot so limitless and magnificent, as to spurn such a petty realm as the Solar System, with Cassiopeia, Boötes, and his dog, to boot; an intellect, so ravished, that it feels all flame, or a mass of matter so inert, that it lies for ages in the silent depths of ocean, a lump of primeval metal: Madness, with the red-hot iron hissing in his brain: Murder, with the blood-hound ghost, over land, over sea, through crowds, deserts, woods, and happy fields, ever tracking silently in horrid calmness; the oppression of indefinite Guilt, with that Holy Eye still watching; the consciousness of instant danger, the sense of excruciating pain, the intolerable tyranny of vague wild fear, without will or power to escape: spurring for very life on a horse of marble: flying upward to meet the quick-falling skies O, that universal crash! greeted in a new-entered world with the execrations of the assembled dead that hollow, far-echoing, malicious laughter that hurricane-sound of clattering skulls; to be pent up, stifling like a toad, in a limestone rock for centuries; to be haunted, hunted, hooted; to eat off one's own head with its cruel madly crunching under-jaw; to but enough of horrors: and as to delights, all that Delacroix suggests of perfume, and Mahomet of Houris, and Gunter of cookery, and the German opera of music: all Camilla-like running unexertive, all that sea unicorns can effect in swift swimming, or storm-caught condors in things aërial; all the rapid travellings of Puck from star to star, system to system, all things beauteous, exhilarating, ecstatic ages of all these things, warranted to last.
There, on the varnished round of the globe, ranged the Great and Little Bears, and the Dogs, and the Archer, and the Flying Horse, the Lion, and the Crab, and the Whale, and the Twins, and Perseus and Andromeda, and Cassiopeia. And up there, on the dark inner side of the mighty dome, he seemed to see them all again, and time swung back with him for a moment, and he was a boy once more.
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