Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1878-06-23
SUNDAY READING.

Somehow we suspect that Old Ben Franklin
found the beginning place of the Millennium
lie caught the lightning with a kite string and
an iron KEY. One may see him, in the prlm-
ers. fying his electrical kite. First Franklin,
then Morse, then Edison. The wise old prin-
tcr-statesman taught mankind the use of the
Eghtning-rod Iron, he found, was cOnduc-
tor of the electric fluid. Morse, utilizing the
fact that an electrical current will convert soft
IRON into a magnet, invented the modern sys.
sem of telegraphy. He has enabled us to talk
TO our friends and business connections across
continents and under oceans Now comes
Edison with his telephone and phonograph
and somebody else with microphope The
world is thus made whispering gallery. The
human voice, reduced to palpable substance
is brought to our ears in parts, like an audi
hle commodity. Somehow electricity seems
to be the subtle essence of all our life and
thought and faculty. 1t is the creative and
vvifying agent, we suspect 1t is the mystic
rious lubricant and fibre of dreams and emo
tions, loves and hates, intelligencies, hopes,
fears, inspirations and religions. 1t seems
very nearly related to the Mystery of Mystic
vies 1t reconciles us to the scientific theory
'.i,as oven the most impalpable thoughts are
atomic and in something akin to the palpahle
and concrete. BY the agency of electricity
and 4 niceness of fabrication, one of these
days thought will be weighed, rs one weighs
minerals, in a scale; the Imagination will be
measured and assayed fer its components;
anu speech will bear like relation to expires
sion that the scythe does to the Mccormick
Reaper. The Confusion of Tongues has not
vet been gotten over. The Tower Of Babel
is We: to be remembered whenever one man
meets another to whom his speech is d mys
terry But signs and tokens are coming into
All universal use. The subtle fluid called
electricity, and which no man ever saw or has
ever known any more than he knows the shape
Of the hand of his Maker, takes ii new part in
all oar lives. Mark the shower. GOnder roll
tao great dark clouds There is never a drop
ft,i from them. Suddenly there CLEANS a
Ha,A The electric power has, in our very
presence, created palpable substance We
delvc and seek and explore, finding farther on
and on, the intimate traces of this all pervad-
Jag and all controlling force Is this force the
evident hand of the Creator, or is itself the
omnipresent Father of all things-the source
rs wei as the manifestation of the Supreme
Majesty! Doth not this very subtitle force
compel the suspicion of its own almi9htiness!
If electricity is the supremest power of the air
lN,it
hensible intelligence, cause man to know and
to developl If the emotions of the mind are
'grey matter and grey matter product of
electricity, what may be said to 'shake our
dispo,i ions with thoughts beyond the reaches |
Of our souls" but electricity! The suspicion |
haunts US that even the incest instruments |
aud cleverest inventions of the O-called Elec- |
triciaus are but as crude toys compared with |
the actual capacity and compre hensive power
of electric force itself. Our knowledge can
never be any better than that of experience.
For we cannot tell whence cometh nor with
or goeth this magnificent spirit which hath 80
hintod of its existence to mortal ken as to
seem to have mastered our most intricate ex-
istence. Shall man, reemphasizing his own
half-ininite self Importance, pirate of his free
agency in the knowledge of this all pervading
force-this force which is in the wind and the
sky, the earth and every one of its products
and substances, aye, and the waters under the
earth' Are We free agents in presence of the
fact that we are under the constant influence
of an element whose activities are wholly I'M
known to us, and our acquaintance with which
is confined to wondersome watching of it's
Let us cease our vain boast
ings and give DER our bigotries; for We are
but as children crying in the night, and
with no eyes to see save the imperfect organs
with which we deceive ourselves and mislead
our own minds and bewilder our own mag
innings.
Our friend Joe Woodwork has just gone to (
the perilcus edge of battle in the north of
Elko county. Hope he may return home at
the close of the war with whole scalp; for he
is the best Clerk ever seen in Nevada House