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Blessed
if
I
don
’
t
think
his
heart
must
ha
’
been
born
five
–
and
-
twenty
year
arter
his
body
,
at
least
!
’
Mr
.
Winkle
stayed
not
to
hear
the
encomium
upon
his
friend
.
He
had
dropped
from
the
wall
;
thrown
himself
at
Arabella
’
s
feet
;
and
by
this
time
was
pleading
the
sincerity
of
his
passion
with
an
eloquence
worthy
even
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
himself
.
While
these
things
were
going
on
in
the
open
air
,
an
elderly
gentleman
of
scientific
attainments
was
seated
in
his
library
,
two
or
three
houses
off
,
writing
a
philosophical
treatise
,
and
ever
and
anon
moistening
his
clay
and
his
labours
with
a
glass
of
claret
from
a
venerable
-
looking
bottle
which
stood
by
his
side
.
In
the
agonies
of
composition
,
the
elderly
gentleman
looked
sometimes
at
the
carpet
,
sometimes
at
the
ceiling
,
and
sometimes
at
the
wall
;
and
when
neither
carpet
,
ceiling
,
nor
wall
afforded
the
requisite
degree
of
inspiration
,
he
looked
out
of
the
window
.
In
one
of
these
pauses
of
invention
,
the
scientific
gentleman
was
gazing
abstractedly
on
the
thick
darkness
outside
,
when
he
was
very
much
surprised
by
observing
a
most
brilliant
light
glide
through
the
air
,
at
a
short
distance
above
the
ground
,
and
almost
instantaneously
vanish
.
After
a
short
time
the
phenomenon
was
repeated
,
not
once
or
twice
,
but
several
times
;
at
last
the
scientific
gentleman
,
laying
down
his
pen
,
began
to
consider
to
what
natural
causes
these
appearances
were
to
be
assigned
.
They
were
not
meteors
;
they
were
too
low
.
They
were
not
glow
-
worms
;
they
were
too
high
.
They
were
not
will
-
o
’
-
the
-
wisps
;
they
were
not
fireflies
;
they
were
not
fireworks
.
What
could
they
be
?
Some
extraordinary
and
wonderful
phenomenon
of
nature
,
which
no
philosopher
had
ever
seen
before
;
something
which
it
had
been
reserved
for
him
alone
to
discover
,
and
which
he
should
immortalise
his
name
by
chronicling
for
the
benefit
of
posterity
.
Full
of
this
idea
,
the
scientific
gentleman
seized
his
pen
again
,
and
committed
to
paper
sundry
notes
of
these
unparalleled
appearances
,
with
the
date
,
day
,
hour
,
minute
,
and
precise
second
at
which
they
were
visible
:
all
of
which
were
to
form
the
data
of
a
voluminous
treatise
of
great
research
and
deep
learning
,
which
should
astonish
all
the
atmospherical
wiseacres
that
ever
drew
breath
in
any
part
of
the
civilised
globe
.
He
threw
himself
back
in
his
easy
-
chair
,
wrapped
in
contemplations
of
his
future
greatness
.
The
mysterious
light
appeared
more
brilliantly
than
before
,
dancing
,
to
all
appearance
,
up
and
down
the
lane
,
crossing
from
side
to
side
,
and
moving
in
an
orbit
as
eccentric
as
comets
themselves
.
The
scientific
gentleman
was
a
bachelor
.
He
had
no
wife
to
call
in
and
astonish
,
so
he
rang
the
bell
for
his
servant
.
‘
Pruffle
,
’
said
the
scientific
gentleman
,
‘
there
is
something
very
extraordinary
in
the
air
to
-
night
?
Did
you
see
that
?
’
said
the
scientific
gentleman
,
pointing
out
of
the
window
,
as
the
light
again
became
visible
.
‘
Yes
,
I
did
,
Sir
.
