132 Walks in New England 



for the moment, seem all the inventions of men ? 

 But this is not a permanent thought in another 

 moment the great separation is plain, and there 

 is not a true comparison between man and the 

 immenser elements. To say this is not to say 

 anything of the exceeding brilliant beauty of the 

 electric discharges as they chart themselves on the 

 clouds in their immediate descent or assent or in 

 terchange, so incessant, sometimes, that all the 

 heavens seem ablaze with wandering currents, 

 making crosses and curves and circles, and mighty 

 zigzags, with colours of violet and red, gold and 

 fire yellow, and multitudinous other tints, or hues, 

 across and within the deep-bosomed blue-gray 

 clouds. It is in vain to picture the scene. Few 

 ever remain out of cover beneath the skies to wit 

 ness it. These storms are the crowning glories of 

 July, the visible and audible presence of God 

 as he walks in his garden of the universe. 



