Indeed, we are told that their name is taken from the word aster, which means “star;” the word is “aster—­know—­more.”  This, doubtless, means that they know more about the stars than other things.  We see, therefore, that their knowledge is confined to the stars, and we cannot trust what they have to tell us of the sun.

There are other asters which should not be mixed up with these,—­we mean those growing by the wayside in the fall of the year.  The astronomers, from their nocturnal habits, can scarcely be acquainted with them; but as it does not come within our province, we will not inquire.

We are left, then, to seek our own information about the sun.  But we are met with a difficulty.  To know a thing, we must look at it.  How can we look at the sun?  It is so very bright that our eyes are dazzled in gazing upon it.  We have to turn away, or they would be put out,—­the sight, I mean.  It is true, we might use smoked glass, but that is apt to come off on the nose.  How, then, if we cannot look at it, can we find out about it?  The noonday would seem to be the better hour, when it is the sunniest; but, besides injuring the eyes, it is painful to the neck to look up for a long time.  It is easy to say that our examination of this heavenly body should take place at sunrise, when we could look at it more on a level, without having to endanger the spine.  But how many people are up at sunrise?  Those who get up early do it because they are compelled to, and have something else to do than look at the sun.

The milkman goes forth to carry the daily milk, the ice-man to leave the daily ice.  But either of these would be afraid of exposing their vehicles to the heating orb of day,—­the milkman afraid of turning the milk, the ice-man timorous of melting his ice,—­and they probably avoid those directions where they shall meet the sun’s rays.  The student, who might inform us, has been burning the midnight oil.  The student is not in the mood to consider the early sun.

There remains to us the evening, also,—­the leisure hour of the day.  But, alas! our houses are not built with an adaptation to this subject.  They are seldom made to look toward the sunset.  A careful inquiry and close observation, such as have been called for in preparation of this paper, have developed the fact that not a single house in this town faces the sunset!  There may be windows looking that way, but in such a case there is always a barn between.  I can testify to this from personal observations, because, with my brothers, we have walked through the several streets of this town with notebooks, carefully noting every house looking upon the sunset, and have found none from which the sunset could be studied.  Sometimes it was the next house, sometimes a row of houses, or its own wood-house, that stood in the way.

Of course, a study of the sun might be pursued out of doors.  But in summer, sunstroke would be likely to follow; in winter, neuralgia and cold.  And how could you consult your books, your dictionaries, your encyclopaedias?  There seems to be no hour of the day for studying the sun.  You might go to the East to see it at its rising, or to the West to gaze upon its setting, but—­you don’t.