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It is no small thing -- no light discovery -- to find a river Andromeda and
Arcturus and their bright neighbours wheeling for half a summer night around a pole-star in the waters. One star or two -- delicate visitants of streams -- we are used to see, somewhat by a sleight of the eyes, so fine and so fleeting is that apparition. Or the southern waves may show the light -- not the image -- of the evening or the morning planet. But this, in a pool of the country Thames at night, is no ripple-lengthened light; it is the startling image of a whole large constellation burning in the flood.