Though the labouring
mind exert and strain each power to its utmost reach, there still
stands out ungrasped a surplusage immeasurable. Yet all the vast
bodies that compose this mighty frame, how distant and remote
soever, are by some secret mechanism, some Divine art and force,
linked in a mutual dependence and intercourse with each other;
even with this earth, which was almost slipt from my thoughts and
lost in the crowd of worlds. Is not the whole system immense,
beautiful, glorious beyond expression and beyond thought! What
treatment, then, do those philosophers deserve, who would deprive
these noble and delightful scenes of all
? How should
those Principles be entertained that lead us to think all the
visible beauty of the creation a false imaginary glare? To be
plain, can you expect this Scepticism of yours will not be
thought extravagantly absurd by all men of sense?
. Other men may think as they please; but for your part
you have nothing to reproach me with. My comfort is, you are as
much a sceptic as I am.
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