THE Director of an Observatory1, who, with a thirty-six-inch
refractor, had discovered the moon, hastened to an Editor, with a
four-column account of the event.
How much? said the Editor, sententiously, without looking up from
his essay on the circularity of the political horizon.
One hundred and sixty dollars, replied the man who had discovered
the moon.
Not half enough, was the Editor's comment.
Generous man! cried the Astronomer2, glowing with warm and
elevated sentiments, pay me, then, what you will.
Great and good friend, said the Editor, blandly3, looking up from
his work, we are far asunder4, it seems. The paying is to be done
by you.
The Director of the Observatory gathered up the manuscript and went
away, explaining that it needed correction; he had neglected to dot
an m.
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