There are some folks that say They have found out a way To be healthy and wealthy and wise:-- "Let your thoughts be but few, Do as other folks do, And never be caught by surprise. Let your motto be follow the fashion, But let other people alone; Do not love them nor hate them nor care for their fate, But keep a lookout for your own. Then what though the world may run riot, Still playing at catch who catch can, You may just eat your dinner in quiet And live like a sensible man." In Nature I read quite a different creed, There everything lives in the rest; Each feels the same force As it moves in its course, And all by one blessing are blest. The end that we live for is single, But we labor not therefor alone; For together we feel how by wheel within wheel We are helped by a force not our own. So we flee not the world and its dangers, For He that has made it is wise; He knows we are pilgrims and strangers, And He will enlighten our eyes. There probably was not a more nicely logical or more accurately reasoning intellect among all our nineteenth century scientists than that of the great mathematical electrician. He had none of the one-sidedness of the merely experimental scientist, nor, on the other hand, the narrowness of the exclusively speculative philosopher. With a power of analysis that was seldom equaled during the century, he had a power of synthesis that probably surpassed any of his contemporaries in any part of Europe. His ideas with regard to matter and its ultimate constitution are most suggestive. His suggestion of a strain in the ether as an explanation of electricity, thus enabling scientists to get away from the curious theories of the foretime which had required them to accept "action at a distance," that is, without any connecting medium, shows his power of following out abstruse ideas to definite practical conclusions. His religious life, then, will be a surprise to those who think that science leads men away from religion. In the life of Clerk Maxwell, written by Campbell and Garnett,[31] there is a passage from his friend and sometime pastor, Guillemard, in which the details of his religious life are given so fully as scarcely to require any further gleaning of information in this regard.