The grandeur of these conceptions of the old poet, together with the felicity of the wording which clothes them, and the sublimity of the imagery whereby they are illustrated, have singled out that stanza, and made it more celebrated than any that ever--["Now, not a word out of you--not a single word.Just state your bill and relapse into impenetrable silence for ever and ever on these premises.Nine hundred, dollars? Is that all? This check for the amount will be honored at any respectable bank in America.What is that multitude of people gathered in the street for? How?--'looking at the lightning-rods!' Bless my life, did they never see any lightning-rods before? Never saw 'such a stack of them on one establishment,' did Iunderstand you to say? I will step down and critically observe this popular ebullition of ignorance."]
THREE DAYS LATER.--We are all about worn out.For four-and-twenty hours our bristling premises were the talk and wonder of the town.The theaters languished, for their happiest scenic inventions were tame and commonplace compared with my lightning-rods.Our street was blocked night and day with spectators, and among them were many who came from the country to see.It was a blessed relief on the second day when a thunderstorm came up and the lightning began to "go for" my house, as the historian Josephus quaintly phrases it.It cleared the galleries, so to speak.In five minutes there was not a spectator within half a mile of my place; but all the high houses about that distance away were full, windows, roof, and all.And well they might be, for all the falling stars and Fourth-of-July fireworks of a generation, put together and rained down simultaneously out of heaven in one brilliant shower upon one helpless roof, would not have any advantage of the pyrotechnic display that was making my house so magnificently conspicuous in the general gloom of the storm.
By actual count, the lightning struck at my establishment seven hundred and sixty-four times in forty minutes, but tripped on one of those faithful rods every time, and slid down the spiral-twist and shot into the earth before it probably had time to be surprised at the way the thing was done.And through all that bombardment only one patch of slates was ripped up, and that was because, for a single instant, the rods in the vicinity were transporting all the lightning they could possibly accommodate.Well, nothing was ever seen like it since the world began.
For one whole day and night not a member of my family stuck his head out of the window but he got the hair snatched off it as smooth as a billiard-ball; and; if the reader will believe me, not one of us ever dreamt of stirring abroad.But at last the awful siege came to an end-because there was absolutely no more electricity left in the clouds above us within grappling distance of my insatiable rods.Then I sallied forth, and gathered daring workmen together, and not a bite or a nap did we take till the premises were utterly stripped of all their terrific armament except just three rods on the house, one on the kitchen, and one on the barn--and, behold, these remain there even unto this day.And then, and not till then, the people ventured to use our street again.
I will remark here, in passing, that during that fearful time I did not continue my essay upon political economy.I am not even yet settled enough in nerve and brain to resume it.
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.--Parties having need of three thousand two hundred and eleven feet of best quality zinc-plated spiral-twist lightning-rod stuff, and sixteen hundred and thirty-one silver-tipped points, all in tolerable repair (and, although much worn by use, still equal to any ordinary emergency), can hear of a bargains by addressing the publisher.
