Looking upwards, she speculates still more
ambitiously upon the nature of the moon, and if the stars are blazing jellies; looking
downwards she wonders if the fishes know that the sea is salt; opines that our
heads are full of fairies, "dear to God as we are"; muses whether
there are not other worlds than ours, and reflects that the next ship may bring
us word of a new one. In short, "we
are in utter darkness". Meanwhile,
what a rapture is thought!
"The Duchess of Newcastle"
The Common Reader
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