Just state your bill and relapse into impenetrable silence for ever and ever on these premises. Nine hundred dollars? Is that all? This cheque for the amount will be honoured at any respectable bank in America. What is that multitude of people gathered in the street for? How?—'looking at the lightning-rods! Bless my life, did they never see any lightning-rods before? Never saw 'such a stack of them on one establishment,' did I understand you to say? I will step down and critically observe this popular ebullition of ignorance."]
Three Days Later.—We are all about worn out. For
four-and-twenty hours our bristling premises were the
talk and wonder of the town. The theatres languished,
for their happiest scenic inventions were tame and
commonplace compared with my lightning-rods. Our street
was blocked night and day with spectators, and among
them were many who came from the country to see. It
was a blessed relief on the second day, when a thunderstorm
came up and the lightning began to "go for" my
house, as the historian Josephus quaintly phrases it. It
cleared the galleries, so to speak. In five minutes there
was not a spectator within half a mile of my place; but
all the high houses about that distance away were full,
windows, roof, and all. And well they might be, for all
the falling stars and Fourth-of-July fireworks of a
generation, put together and rained down simultaneously out
of heaven in one brilliant shower upon one helpless roof,
would not have any advantage of the pyrotechnic display
