Arriving at Washington, he obtained the use of the room of the Committee on Commerce, to show his telegraph. Congressmen came, wondered, and went away doubting.
He now caused a respectful memorial to be presented to Congress, asking an appropriation of thirty thousand dollars, to test the telegraph between two cities. The pet.i.tion was referred to a committee, quietly ignored, and Morse heard no more concerning it.
He sailed for Europe in 1838, to take out a patent for his work, but could obtain none in England, as Wheatstone and Cooke had already patented a magnetic-needle telegraph, entirely unlike that of Morse, invented four years later, says Professor Horsford, but brought before the public about the same time, 1837. In point of active use, Wheatstone"s preceded Morse"s telegraph by six years, on account of the indifference of Congress in helping the inventor.
In Paris, Morse submitted his telegraph to the Inst.i.tute, and Arago, Humboldt, and others were delighted with it. As Morse was sending a word from one room to the other, Robert Walsh said to him, "The next word you may write is "IMMORTALITY," for the sublimity of this invention is of surpa.s.sing grandeur. I see now that all physical obstacles, which may for a while hinder, will inevitably be overcome. The problem is solved; MAN MAY INSTANTLY CONVERSE WITH HIS FELLOW-MAN IN ANY PART OF THE WORLD."
Morse returned to New York after eleven months, disappointed that Congress had done nothing, "without," as he said, "a farthing in my pocket, and have to borrow even for my meals." In Paris, having learned from M. Daguerre, the inventor of the daguerreotype, the process, Morse introduced it in this country, and earned enough by taking pictures to reimburse him for his European journey. Many crowded to his rooms to be taught, and he cheerfully imparted the knowledge he possessed.
As the months went by and Congress did nothing, Morse became despondent.
He had not the means even to pay postage on letters. He said, "I am sick at heart.... I feel at times almost ready to cast the whole matter to the winds, and turn my attention forever from the subject." The Vails were unable to help the enterprise further, at present. Morse was still teaching a few pupils at the university. Gen. Strother, of Virginia, "Porte Crayon," thus tells of Morse"s pecuniary condition: "He was very poor. I remember that when my second quarter"s pay was due, my remittance from home did not come as expected; and one day the professor came in, and said, courteously:
""Well, Strother, my boy, how are we off for money?"
""Why, professor," I answered, "I am sorry to say I have been disappointed; but I expect a remittance next week."
""Next week," he repeated, sadly; "I shall be dead by that time."
""Dead, sir?"
""Yes, dead by starvation!"
"I was distressed and astonished. I said, hurriedly: "Would ten dollars be of any service?"
""Ten dollars would save my life; that is all it would do."
"I paid the money, all that I had, and we dined together. It was a modest meal, but good, and, after he had finished, he said: "This is my first meal in twenty-four hours. Strother, don"t be an artist. It means beggary. Your life depends upon people who know nothing of your art, and care nothing for you. A house-dog lives better, and the very sensitiveness that stimulates an artist to work keeps him alive to suffering.""
Even the janitor of the University building said to a young man who was looking for a studio for himself: "You will have an artist for your neighbor, though he is not here much of late; he seems to be getting rather shiftless, he is wasting his time over some silly invention, a machine by which he expects to send messages from one place to another.
He is a very good painter, and might do well if he would only stick to his business; but, Lord!" he added, with a sneer of contempt, "the idea of telling by a little streak of lightning what a body is saying at the other end of it!"
"Judge of my astonishment," says the young man, "when he informed me that the "shiftless individual," whose foolish waste of time so much excited his commiseration, was none other than the president of the National Academy of Design,--the most exalted position, in my youthful artistic fancy, it was possible for mortal to attain."
Once more, in some way, Morse obtained the money to go to Washington, and make another effort. December 30, 1842, a bill was at last submitted, asking for the thirty-thousand-dollar appropriation. It received much ridicule from some of the members. One suggested that there should be an appropriation for mesmeric experiments; another suggested the same for Millerism. At last the vote was taken in the House, Morse sitting in the gallery watching the result with feverish anxiety. The vote stood 89 yeas to 83 nays. IT WAS CARRIED.
Would it pa.s.s the Senate? The amount of business to be transacted made its coming up improbable. The last day of the session came. Morse sat all the day and evening in the gallery, and finally went to his hotel, nearly prostrated from disappointment.
In the morning, as he came down to breakfast, Annie G. Ellsworth, the daughter of his old friend, the Commissioner of Patents, came toward him with a bright smile, saying: "I have come to congratulate you!"
"For what, my dear friend?"
"On the pa.s.sage of your bill."
Morse could scarcely believe the good news, that the bill had pa.s.sed, in the last moments of the session, without opposition. He was nearly overcome with joy, and told the young lady that she should send the first message over the first line.
He at once proceeded to construct the first line of his electric telegraph between Washington and Baltimore. Ezra Cornell, later one of the most successful constructors and largest proprietors of telegraphs, and the founder of Cornell University, was employed at a salary of one thousand dollars a year.
After many perplexities, the line was completed. On May 24, 1844, Morse invited his friends to a.s.semble in the chamber of the United States Supreme Court, where he had his instrument in connection with Baltimore.
Annie Ellsworth"s mother had suggested to her these words from the Bible, for the first message: "What hath G.o.d wrought!" No words could have been more in accordance with Morse"s feelings. Taking his seat at the instrument, he spelled out the words, and instantly they were received by Mr. Vail in Baltimore, who resent them the same moment to Washington. The strip of paper on which this message is printed is now in the Athenaeum at Hartford, Conn.
What must have been Professor Morse"s feelings at that moment. The day of triumph had come--the twelve weary years of poverty were over.
Hereafter he was to be like one of the princes of the world.
A telegraph company was formed which offered to sell the telegraph to the government for one hundred thousand dollars. Congress refused to buy, much to the subsequent profit of the Morse company. In less than thirty years, the Morse telegraph was used in America upon two hundred and fifty thousand miles of wire, and in foreign countries upon six hundred thousand miles of wire, while the telegraph receipts throughout the world were about forty million dollars yearly.
There were many amusing incidents in connection with this early telegraph. "A pretty little girl tripped into the Washington City termination, and, after a great deal of hesitation and blushing, asked how long it would take to send to Baltimore. The interesting appearance of the little questioner attracted Mr. Morse"s attention, and he very blandly replied, "_One second!_"
""Oh, how delightful, how delightful!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the little beauty, her eyes glistening with delight. "One second only; here, send this even _quicker_ if you can." And Mr. Morse found in his hand a neatly folded, gilt-edged note, the very perfume and shape of which told a volume of love.
""I cannot send this note," said Mr. Morse, with some feeling; "it is impossible."
""Oh, do, _do!_" implored the distracted girl. "William and I have had a quarrel, and I shall die if he don"t know that I forgive him in a second. I know I shall."
"Mr. Morse still objected to sending the note, when the fair one, brightening up, asked, "You will, then, send _me_ on, won"t you?"
""Perhaps," said one of the clerks, "it would take your breath away to travel forty miles in a second."
""Oh, no, it won"t! no, it won"t, if it carries me to William! The cars in the morning go _so slow_ I can"t wait for them."
"Mr. Morse now comprehended the mistake which the pet.i.tioner was laboring under, and attempted to explain the process of conveying important information along the wires. The letter-writer listened a few moments, impatiently, and then rolled her burning epistle into a ball, in the excitement under which she labored, and thrust it into her bosom.
""It"s too slow!" she finally exclaimed; "it"s too slow! and my heart will break before William knows I forgive him; and you are a cruel man, Mr. Morse," said the fair creature, the tears coming into her eyes, "that you won"t let me travel by the telegraph to see William." And, full of emotion, she left the office."
All these years Morse was longing for a home. In 1845 he wrote his daughter, who was now married and living in Porto Rico, in the West Indies, "I do long for the time, if it shall be permitted, to have you, with your husband and little Charles, around me; I feel my loneliness more and more keenly every day. Fame and money are, in themselves, a poor subst.i.tute for domestic happiness: as means to that end, I value them. Yesterday was the sad anniversary (the twentieth) of your dear mother"s death, and I spent the most of it in thinking of her."
Two years later he purchased two hundred acres on the Hudson River, near Poughkeepsie, calling it "Locust Grove," and built a handsome and s.p.a.cious Italian villa for his residence. With the telegraph in his library, he could now converse with men in all parts of the world. Here he gathered his children and grandchildren around him. He was now fifty-six years old. Fame and money had come late in life. The next year he married Miss Sarah E. Griswold, the daughter of his cousin, a lady thirty years his junior.
His life here was peaceful and happy, most of the day being spent in reading and writing. He was very fond of nature. One of his daughters writes: "He loved flowers. He would take one in his hand, and talk for hours about its beauty, its wonderful construction, and the wisdom and love of G.o.d in making so many varied forms of life and color to please our eyes. In his later years he became deeply interested in the microscope, and purchased one of great excellence and power. For whole hours, all the afternoon or evening, he would sit over it, examining flowers, or the animalcula in different fluids. Then he would gather his children about him, and give us a sort of _extempore_ lecture on the wonders of creation, invisible to the naked eye, but so clearly brought to view by the magnifying power of the microscope.
"He was very fond of animals, cats and birds in particular. He tamed a little flying-squirrel, and it became so fond of him that it would sit on his shoulder while he was at his studies, and would eat out of his hand, and sleep in his pocket. To this little animal he became so much attached that we took it with us to Europe, where it came to an untimely end, in Paris, by running into an open fire."
In New York he bought a large house, No. 5 West Twenty-second Street, for his winter residence, and, on a vacant lot adjoining, erected an elegant building for his library and study. What a contrast between this and the time when "Porte Crayon" gave him ten dollars, which Morse said would save his life!
Honors now poured in upon him. In 1835 he had been elected a member of the Historical Inst.i.tute of France.
In 1837, a member of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts of Belgium.
In 1839 the Great Silver Medal of the Academy of Industry of Paris was voted him.
In 1841, a corresponding member of the National Inst.i.tution for the Promotion of Science at Washington.
In 1842, the gold medal of the American Inst.i.tute.
In 1845, a corresponding member of the Archaeological Society of Belgium.
In 1846, Doctor of Laws by Yale College.
In 1848, the first decoration ever bestowed by the Sultan of Turkey upon a citizen of the United States, _Nishan Iftikar_, in diamonds; he was also made a member of the American Philosophical Society, Philadelphia.