THE MOON.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 37, 28 September 1911, Page 4

THE MOON.

The Goddess of Night, to whoso pale beauty poets have sung praises, was given an awful character by Mr. Element L. Wragge in the course of his lecture at the Y.M.C.A. Hall, Sydney, last week (says the “Telegraph”). The moon, ho said, is fast crumbling to decay. Incessantly groat pieces arc breaking off tiio cliffs and moutain tops and tumbling to the arid plains. But. not a sound is heard. A dead silence covers the scene, for there, is no atmosphere surrounding the decaying orb. For the same reason there is no vegetation, and, while the. portion bathed in sunlight is for the time hotter than a furnace, the other half—night time—is colder than the nose of a Polar bear—2oodcg. below zero, as a matter of calculation. In point of fact, he could not conceive of a greater punishment to anybody than to consign him to the moon, if such were possible. And nothing is surer than that (he earth will eventually he ill the same predicament, and become exactly as the moon is now. But she will still lie fulfilling her part in (lie universe. Bthcr waves will ho passing from her decaying and crumbling surface to light another planet created for the purpose.