The Life of Benjamin Franklin: With Many Choice Anecdotes and admirable sayings of this great man never before published by any of his biographersWeems, M. L. (Mason Locke)
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The Life of Benjamin Franklin: With Many Choice Anecdotes and admirable sayings of this great man never before published by any of his biographers
Weems, M. L. (Mason Locke)
Franklin, Benjamin, 1706-1790; Statesmen -- United States -- Biography
When the storm was near its worst, he invited his company up into his
large chamber. A glimmering light faintly showed them his electrical
apparatus of globes, cylinders, bells, wires, and the Lord knows what,
conveying to those of the superstitious sort, a strong idea of a magic
cell, or a haunted castle, at least. Presently a dreadful clap of
thunder shook the house over their heads, the chamber was filled with
vivid lightnings, darting like fiery serpents, crackling and hissing
along the wire all around them, while the strong smell of sulphur,
together with the screams of the poor ladies, and the ringing of the
bells, completed the terribleness of the scene, inspiring a fearful
sense of the invisible world.
"_But all these things, gentlemen_," he would say, smiling all the
time on his crowding and gaping friends, as a parent on his children,
whom he saw surprised at small matters, "_all these things are mere
nothings; the childish sportings of an art but yet in its cradle_.
ELECTRICITY, gentlemen, is of the terrible family of lightning, that
most powerful of the works of God on this globe, and the chosen
instrument of most of his operations here below. It is the electric
fluid, (passing from a full cloud to an empty one,) that makes his
voice, and that, as the scripture says, _a terrible voice_, even the
THUNDER, to terrify the guilty, and to increase in the virtuous a
becoming reverence of the Creator. For if the electric fluid passing
from a small jar, cause so loud a crack, why should we wonder at the
dreadful peals of thunder that are occasioned, when thousands and
myriads of acres of clouds are throwing off their electric fluid in
rivers of living fires, sufficient to blow up the globe itself, if the
Almighty were but to let loose his hold on these furious agents. And
this electric fluid is that same lightning which, as David says,
_shines out from one end of Heaven to another_, and that so
instantaneously, that were all the men, women, and children, on earth,
joining hands, to form a ring round this great globe, an electric
shock given to the first person in that ring, would so suddenly reach
the last, that they themselves would probably be at a loss to
determine which of them received it first.
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