Bless your simplicity, deep in electricity.
But, in social matters, unsophisticated sage!
Weak Superstition dead; knocked safely on the head,
Long since buried deeper than the bed of the Red Sea,
Did you not fondly fancy? Did you think that necromancy
Practised now at the expense of any fool could be?
Oh, Mr. Faraday, simple Mr. Faraday!
Persons not uneducated—very highly dressed
Fine folks as peer and peeress, go and fee a Yankee seeress,
To evoke their dead relations' Spirits from their rest.