None surely was ever more mysterious.
When we recollect his gloomy anticipations and unconquerable anxiety; the security from human malice which his character, the place, and the condition of the times, might be supposed to confer; the purity and cloudlessness of the atmosphere, which rendered it impossible that lightning was the cause; what are the conclusions that we must form?
The prelusive gleam, the blow upon his arm, the fatal spark, the explosion heard so far, the fiery cloud that environed him, without detriment to the structure, though composed of combustible materials, the sudden vanishing of this cloud at my uncle's approach--what is the inference to be drawn from these facts?
Their truth cannot be doubted.
My uncle's testimony is peculiarly worthy of credit, because no man's temper is more sceptical, and his belief is unalterably attached to natural causes.
I was at this time a child of six years of age.

The impressions that were then made upon me, can never be effaced.

I was ill qualified to judge respecting what was then passing; but as I advanced in age, and became more fully acquainted with these facts, they oftener became the subject of my thoughts.

Their resemblance to recent events revived them with new force in my memory, and made me more anxious to explain them.
Was this the penalty of disobedience?
this the stroke of a vindictive and invisible hand?
Is it a fresh proof that the Divine Ruler interferes in human affairs, meditates an end, selects, and commissions his agents, and enforces, by unequivocal sanctions, submission to his will?
Or, was it merely the irregular expansion of the fluid that imparts warmth to our heart and our blood, caused by the fatigue of the preceding day, or flowing, by established laws, from the condition of his thoughts?
[*] * A case, in its symptoms exactly parallel to this, is published in one of the Journals of Florence.

See, likewise, similar cases reported by Messrs.