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Memorials, Scientific and Literary of Andrew Crosse, the Electrician – Cornelia and Andrew Crosse

When l was about four years old, I used to gaze upwards at the blue sky in a windy day, and long for a dispersion of what I deemed a misty blue, that I might peep into the glory of heaven beyond.

When I was some ten years older, my fancy placed heaven first in the sun, then in some remoter star, then in the space beyond, then beyond human sight.

Now it seems to me that heaven consists of a boundless sight and full comprehension of all the mighty mysteries which the Almighty has, in His infinite wisdom, cast around us; and that could we be permitted to comprehend all that is above, and below, and around, then indeed should we find ourselves in a heaven of heavens.

But it strikes me that comparing my former contracted ideas with my present more expanded ones, that by pushing on in like manner, my present conception of the glories which exists, must be mean and contemptible in comparison to the vast reality, and I shrink within myself at my own insignificance.