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

ln my walks over the Quantock Hills, my attention has been called to their products, their minerals, the woods which adorn their sides, the varied and magnificent views from their highest tops, the distant channel bounded by the Welsh mountains and a thousand accessories which it is impossible to behold with common sensations; but far stronger are they when I reflect that I drew my first breath within their precincts, and that those from whom I derived my existence sleep beneath their soil.

As life draws on, the memory of the past is added to the enjoyment of the present, and things in themselves common and trifling become sacred in our eyes.

Over these wild and beautiful hills, at all hours of day and night, in all seasons, have I wandered, and never in vain. Mean must be the soul, and debased the heart of him, who is blind to the beauties of Nature,-the glowing language of the immortal God, the book which is spread wide to all; to which neither poet painter, nor historian, can do justice; the emblem of that happiness to which we look forward in a future state.