Nothing Is To Wonderful To Be True.

I Am Busy Just Now Again On Electro-magnetism And Think I Have Got Hold Of A Good Thing But Can't Say; It May Be A Weed Instead Of A Fish That After All My Labour I May At Last Pull Up.

No Wonder That My Remembrance Fails Me, For I Shall Complete My 70 Years Next Sunday (the 22); - And During These 70 Years I Have Had A Happy Life; Which Still Remains Happy Because Of Hope And Content.

What A Delight It Is To Think That You Are Quietly & Philosophically At Work In The Pursuit Of Science... Rather Than Fighting Amongst The Crowd Of Black Passions & Motives That Seem Now A Days To Urge Men Every Where Into Action. What Incredible Scenes Every Where, What Unworthy Motives Ruled For The Moment, Under High Sounding Phrases And At The Last What Disgusting Revolutions.

I Have Long Held An Opinion, Almost Amounting To Conviction, In Common I Believe With Many Other Lovers Of Natural Knowledge, That The Various Forms Under Which The Forces Of Matter Are Made Manifest Have One Common Origin; Or, In Other Words, Are So Directly Related And Mutually Dependent, That They Are Convertible, As It Were, One Into Another, And Possess Equivalents Of Power In Their Action.

... And What Good Is A Baby?