I know not why he is so astonished at another world, since all antiquity believed in it. Astonish was not the proper word; it was alarm. He believes that it is God who thunders; but he thunders only as he hails, as he rains, and as he produces fine weather--as he operates all, as he performs all. It is not because he is angry that he sends thunder and rain. The ancients paint Jupiter taking thunder, composed of three burning arrows, and hurling it at whomsoever he chose. Sound reason does not agree with these poetical ideas. Thunder is like everything else, the necessary effect of the laws of nature, prescribed by its author. It is merely a great electrical phenomenon. Franklin forces it to descend tranquilly on the earth; it fell on Professor Richmann as on rocks and churches; and if it struck Ajax Oileus, it was assuredly not because Minerva was irritated against him. If it had fallen on Cartouche, or the abbé Desfontaines, people would not have failed to say: "Behold how God punishes thieves and--." But it is a useful prejudice to make the sky fearful to the perverse. Thus all our tragic poets, when they would rhyme to "_poudre_" or "_resoudre_," invariably make use of "_foudre_"; and uniformly make "_tonnerre_" roll, when they would rhyme to "_terre_." Theseus, in "_Phèdre_," says to his son--act iv, scene 2: _Monstre, qu'à trop longtemps épargné le tonnerre,_ _Reste impur des brigands dont j'ai purgé la terre!_ Severus, in "_Polyeucte_," without even having occasion to rhyme, when he learns that his mistress is married, talks to Fabian, his friend, of a clap of thunder. He says elsewhere to the same Fabian--act iv, scene 6--that a new clap of "_foudre_" strikes upon his hope, and reduces it to "_poudre_": _Qu'est ceci, Fabian, quel nouveau coup de foudre_ _Tombe sur mon espoir, et le réduit en poudre?_ A hope reduced to powder must astonish the pit! Lusignan, in "_Zaïre_," prays God that the thunder will burst on him alone: _Que la foudre en éclats ne tombe que sur moi._ If Tydeus consults the gods in the cave of a temple, the cave answers him only by great claps of thunder. I've finally seen the thunder and "foudre" Reduce verses to cinders and rhymes into "poudre." We must endeavor to thunder less frequently. I could never clearly comprehend the fable of Jupiter and Thunder, in La Fontaine--b. viii, fable 20. _Vulcain remplit ses fourneaux_ _De deux sortes de carreaux._ _L'un jamais ne se fourvoie,_ _Et c'est celui que toujours_ _L'Olympe en corps nous envoie._ _L'autre s'écarte en son cours,_ _Ce n'est qu'aux monts qu'il en coûte;_ _Bien souvent même il se perd;_ _Et ce dernier en sa route_ _Nous vient du seul Jupiter._