THE mother-spirit of the modern world is the
printing press. Without it the civilisation kindled in Italy from the
old Greek and Hebrew fires would have gone out or sunk to the thinnest
flame, like the hundred civilisations that before had come and gone,
if the Germans, ever thoughtful and intent to save, had not made for
it a lamp that cannot break and cannot be lost—the lamp of printing.
This spirit had offspring, two children, one rough, boisterous,
strong, and terrible as the winter winds, and men called the young
giant Steam; the other, fine, subtle, delicate as the light of heaven,
and its name is Electricity. But these great spirits needed education.
Masters must teach them to obey the will and wish of man. Such a
master was James Watt. He took in hand the young giant of steam, he
waited and he watched by it, he guided and he trained it, until, from
a rough and dangerous barbarian, he made it the wondrous and
harmonious worker that it is. Would it not be strange if one born in
the same town as Watt, about the same time, had brought out of
electricity its fine qualities that enable it to abolish distance?
This is what actually was done by a fellow-townsman and contemporary
of James Watt. To drop all metaphor, in this case so entising, Charles
Morison, a native of Greenock, did, in the middle of last century,
discover the principle of the electric telegraph, and did construct an
instrument by which messages were conveyed from place to place.
Were not the evidence, as we shall show, too plain to be mistaken, I
should much incline to doubt it. Whenever anybody discovers anything,
half a dozen envious spirits are ready to flood every newspaper with
columns of controversial matter to the effect that he did not discover
it but stole it. If you found out a way to make gold from brass, or
statesmen from demagogues, you would be told that it was all set down
in papers that your grandfather most unlawfully took it from some one
else's grandfather, and that you had no more right to he called a
discoverer than you had to be called Emperor of China. That is human
nature. But here the facts are simple, clear, and past dispute. Years
before the discovery is claimed for any other man, Charles Morison
knew that subtle process by which thought flashes round the earth
almost with thought's own swiftness.
In the early part of last century electricity was a toy, a pet of the
study. Men no more dreamed of what it could do than they might dream
that a pink morsel of baby-humanity would grow into a Napolean and
cover Europe with graves. In 1736, James Watt came into the world that
he was to turn upside down. It is probable that Charles Morison was
born not far from the same time. Think of it. Greenock was then a
cleanly, sleepy, little place. Even Glasgow was hardly bigger than a
market town of to-day. Into the Greenock streets came the hardy
Highlanders to traffic, and—it must be confessed—to spoil the Saxon as
completely as they could. Prince Charlie had not yet made his
desperate struggle for his father's throne. Here in this quiet place,
with its steady-going, decent people, more intent upon some venture to
the Indies than upon all the politics that agitated far-off London,
were born, and grew, and had their training in the world's work, two
youths, each of whom had in his mind ideas the full extent and vast
influence of which they themselves could as little dream as the
Virgin-mother with the Holy Infant in her womb could foresee Christian
Europe. Did they ever meet? Perhaps they went to school together,
perhaps heard the same long sermon in the Parish Church, perhaps
bright eyes long gone out, sweet lips long since ashes, gleamed and
smiled with simple coquetry on both. Perhaps—but we must stop. The
speculation is too romantic, too fascinating. They must have met,
probably they have spoken. Whether they interchanged ideas is
profitless to discuss. A great mind self-centred, self- absorbed, is
not so apt to detect greatness in others as the hero-worshipping
public would love to think. In 1753 Charles Morison was living in
Renfrew, and had already found out his great world-changing fact. The
Scots Magazine of that year contained the following letter, the
extreme interest of which warrants us in publishing it without
abbreviation:-
AN EXPEDITIOUS METHOD OF CONVEYING INTELLIGENCE BY MEANS OF
ELECTRICITY.
Renfrew, Feb. 1, 1753.
To the author of the Scots Magazine-
Sir,—It is well known to all who are conversant with electrical
experiments, that the electric power may be propagated along a small
wire, from one place to another, without being sensibly abated by the
length of its progress. Let then a set of wires, equal in number to
the letters of the alphabet, be extended horizontally between two
given places parallel to one another, and each of them about an inch
distant from that next to it. At every twenty yards end, let them be
fixed in glass, or jeweller's cement, to some firm body, both to
prevent them from touching the earth or any other non-electric, and
from breaking by their own gravity. Let the electric gun barrel be
placed at right angles with the extremities of the wires, and about an
inch below them. Also let the wires be fixed on a solid piece of
glass, at six inches from the end; and let that part of them which
reaches from the glass to the machine, have sufficient spring and
stiffness to recover its situation after having been brought in
contact with the barrel. Close by the supporting glass, let a ball be
suspended from every wire; and about a sixth or an eighth of an inch
below the balls place the letters of the alphabet, marked on bits of
paper, or any other substance that may be light enough to rise to the
electrified ball; and at the same time let it be so contrived, that
each of them may reassume its proper place when dropt. All things
constructed as above, and the minute previously fixed, I begin the
conversation with my distant friend in this manner. Having set the
electrical machine a-going as in ordinary experiments, suppose I am to
pronounce the word Sir; with a piece of glass or any other electric
per se, I strike the wire S, so as to bring it in contact with the
barrel, then :, then r, all in the same way; and my correspondent,
almost in the same instant, observes these several characters rise in
order to the electrified balls at his end of the wires. Thus I spell
away as long as I think fit; and my correspondent, for the sake of
memory, writes the characters as they rise, and may join and read them
afterwards as often as he inclines. Upon a signal given, or from
choice, I stop the machine; and taking up the pen in my turn, I write
down whatever my friend at the other end strikes out.
If anybody should think this way tiresome, let him, instead of the
balls, suspend a range of bells from the roof, equal in number to the
letters of the alphabet; gradually decreasing in size from the bell A
to Z: and from the horizontal wires, let there be another set reaching
to the several bells; one, volt., from the horizontal wire B to the
bell B, &c. Then let him who begins the discourse bring the wires in
contact with the barrel, as before; and the electrical spark,
breathing on bells of different size, will inform his correspondent by
the sound what wires have been touched. And thus, by some practice,
they may come to understand the language of the chimes in whole words,
without being put to the trouble of noting down every letter.
The same thing may be otherwise effected. Let the balls be suspended
over the characters as before, but instead of bringing the ends of the
horizontal wires in contact with the barrel, let a second set reach
from the electrified cake, so as to be in contact with the horizontal
ones; and let it be so contrived at the same time, that any of them
may be removed from its corresponding horizontal by the slightest
touch, and may bring itself again into contact when left at liberty.
This may be done by the help of a small spring and slider, or twenty
other methods, which the least ingenuity will discover. In this way,
the characters will always adhere to the balls, excepting when any one
of the secondaries is removed from contact with its horizontal; and
then the letter at the other end of the horizontal will immediately
drop from its ball. But I mention this only by way of variety.
Some may perhaps think that although the electric fire has not been
observed to diminish sensibly in its progress through any length of
wire that has been tried hitherto; yet as that has never exceeded some
thirty or forty yards, it may be reasonably supposed, that in a
greater length it would be remarkably diminished and probably would be
entirely drained off in a few miles by the surrounding .air. To
prevent the objection, and save longer argument, lay over the wires
from one end to the other with a thin coat of jeweller's cement. This
may be done for a trifle of additional expense; and as it is an
electric per se, will effectually secure any part of the fire from
mixing with the atmosphere.—I am, &c.,
C. M.
Is it not wonderful? Here is the electric telegraph. In 1753 this
Greenock man, Charles Morison, had, and used that which, even in 1886,
we regard as a marvel surpassing all other marvels. We have developed
and improved it, but we have done no more. The same principle is still
applied in the same way. Unfortunately this man, Charles Morison, does
not seem to have had that intense power which generally accompanies
invention, the power of impressing ideas upon other people. That he
could lucidly and completely write down his thoughts, appears by his
letter, which is remarkably clear and even elegant in expression. But
having written this letter, having sown, as it were, his idea in the
Scots Magazine, he left the matter to time, chance, and his ideas
surpassing worth. No Boulton was at hand to take it up and to
translate it even then into a world-encircling net-work of nerve-like
wires. Twenty-one years later Lesage, in Geneva, by means of twenty
four wires, conveyed messages from place to place, and then Europe
became too much engrossed in revolution for such a useful invention to
reach early maturity.
In 1859 Sir David Brewster disinterred this long forgotten letter from
the Scots Magazine, and republished it in the North British Review. In
his remarks upon the letter he says—" Here we have an electric
telegraph upwards of a hundred years old, which at the present day
would convey intelligence expeditially, and we are constrained to
admit that C. M. was the inventor of the electric telegraph . . . .
Everything done since is only improvement."
But who was C. M.? From modesty or other reasons Charles Morison had
only signed his initials. Sir David Brewster was in the dark. At last
light came in letters now fully given to the world for the first time.
These letters, after the death of Sir David, were found among his
correspondence by C. Brewster Macpherson, Esq. of Belleville House,
Kingussie, and by him generously presented to the Watt Library,
Greenock. Here they are, and very interesting is the story they tell
:-
Port-Glasgow, 31st October, 1859.
Sir,—Having the other evening been reading a portion of the North
British Review, vol. 22, P. 545, regarding the invention of the
Electric Telegraph, and having by mere chance come upon the passage
which says, "It was reserved for a Scotchman, a gentleman residing in
Renfrew, to suggest the idea of transmitting messages by Electricity
along wires passing from one place to another. The remarkable proposal
was published in the Scots Magazine for February, 1753, in an article
bearing the initials 'C. M.', the only name which we shall ever
probably obtain for the first inventor of the Electric Telegraph "—a
friend of mine at present living with me here, on being shewn the
passage, and thinking for a minute, told me he could solve the mystery
regarding the gentleman in question, with the view of sending the same
to you, presuming that you were the writer of the article referred to,
or connected with the publishing of the North British Review. He
stated that in a letter which his great grandfather had written to
Margaret Wingate, Craigengilte, near Denny, in the year 1752, which
letter he recollects having seen, and which he believes is still in
preservation, his great grandfather describes having seen a gentleman
in Renfrew, of the name of Charles Morrison, who was a native of
Greenock, and was a bred surgeon, but it is a question whether he ever
practised his profession, as it was known he was sometime connected
with the tobacco trade in Glasgow. It is presumed he had not continued
very long at the business of dealing in tobacco, but had made the
study of finding out this noble science his daily theme. The people of
that age were so superstitious that they believed Mr. Morrison was
crazy, and that the Devil was acting in concert with him, and my
friend's grandfather and grandmother also thought so, and all who
heard or saw him transmitting intelligence along wires by invisible
means, were actually persuaded that the man was assisted by some
supernatural being. From what my friend can remember of hearing, it is
thought that Mr. Morrison had to leave Renfrew, in consequence of the
superstitious notions of the age. Mr. Morrison did leave Renfrew,
whether from this cause or not he cannot affirm, and went to Virginia,
U.S., where he afterwards died.
My friend remembers perfectly well when a boy of his grandfather
coming to his father's house, and telling all sorts of stories about
the gentleman in Renfrew, who could transmit messages along wires, and
what the general opinion was regarding him. The subject being new and
interesting, caused him to listen to it with greater attention, and
this is the reason he says why he recollects so well about Mr. M. at
the present day.
Perhaps I am only troubling you with this long epistle for no use, as
you may ere now have obtained from some one else a better history of
Mr. M.'s pedigree.
My friend advised me to send the above information as an article for
publication in the newspapers, but I thought it would be better to
send the same first to you, and probably you might inform me if you
had not already been favoured with the intelligence, and advise
whether you would wish to publish the same yourself.
If you desire any further particulars regarding Mr. Morrison, I shall
be happy to be at your service, and endeavour to obtain anything you
may suggest.
I have the honour to be, Sir,
Your most obedient faithful humble
Servant,
R H. LOUDAN,
At ALEX. LADE, Esqr.'s. Answd. Nov. 2,
1859. (Jotting by Sir David Brewster.)
Wrote again, Jan. 2, 1860. (Jotting by Sir David Brewster.)
Port-Glasgow, 4th January, 1860. Sir D. Brewster, St. Andrews.
Sir,—I have to acknowledge receipt of your letter of the 2nd instant,
and, in answer, beg to state that my friend, Mr. Foreman, has been
endeavouring to get the letter written by his grand- father, but as
yet he has not been successful. It appears the above letter, among
others, are in the custody of an aunt, who lives in a small village in
Perthshire. He wrote about the middle of November last to make a
search for the letter, and to send it, or a copy thereof, but she
wrote back saying she had not been able to find it. Mr. Foreman then
stated that he would, perhaps, go and pay her a visit about the New
Year, when he would make a search himself, but circumstances having
prevented him from going, nothing farther has been done. He has again
written today to his aunt to renew her search, as it is possible she,
being an old woman, might not know it, although she laid her hands on
it. For these reasons I have delayed writing you in answer to yours of
the 2nd November. So soon as a reply comes, I shall again write you,
either with the letter or the statement you refer to. I would like
very much the letter. could be got, as it would at once settle a
matter of great importance to Scotland.
l am,
Yours respectfully,
R. H. LOUDAN.
Port-Glasgow, 30th January, 1860. Sir David Brewster, St. Andrews.
Sir,—In reference to my letter of the 4th instant, I now beg to send
you annexed a statement by my friend, Mr. Foreman, regarding Mr.
Charles Morrison. So far as he recollects he can vouch for the truth
of what is therein contained. I am sorry he has not been able to get
either of the letters therein referred to. His aunt being a very old
and frail person, and not considering the importance of the letters, I
suppose cannot be fashed to make a search for them. Mr. F. has written
her twice, and the only answer he has got was that she has not been
very well, and if he wanted the letters in question, he should come
himself and look for them. He says that she looks upon all the old
papers and books as great relics, and would not part or lend any of
them to any one upon any account whatever.
My friend has not the means, I know, else I believe he would go
himself, as he appears very anxious that the matter could be solved.
He says that he hopes we wont be beat, as he intends ere long of going
himself, and making a search if the annexed does not suffice. Trusting
that the annexed particulars may answer the object you have in view in
the meantime,
I am, Sir,
Yours respectfully,
R. H. LOU DAN.
In answer to your enquiries respecting Charles Morrison, I now beg to
inform you that I recollect of having seen a letter about 30 years ago
addressed by my great grandfather, Mr. Foreman, farmer, Blackdhu, near
Stirling, in Perthshire, to Miss Margate Wingate, residing at
Craigengelt, near Denny (to whom he was subsequently married), and
which I now fully believe was dated in 1750 (instead of 1752, as I
lately stated to you), referring to a gentleman in Renfrew who
transmitted messages along wires short distances by means of
electricity. His letter gave the gentleman's name as Charles Morrison,
and described him as being a very bashful and eccentric individual, a
native of Greenock, and bred a surgeon. I also recollect of having
seen and read a letter in the handwriting of this same Charles
Morrison (it being signed by him), addressed to Mr. Foreman, dated
25th September, 1752, giving a detail of his experiments in sending
messages along wires by means of electricity, and stating that he had
sent a description of the same to Sir Hans Sloan in London, by whom he
was encouraged to perfect his experiments, and that he intended giving
him a more detailed account in the following year, 1753, when he hoped
also to be able to publish a minute narration thereof in the Scots
Magazine. His letter also stated Sir Hans Sloan at that time was an
aged man, and very frail, and that it would probably be about the
month of May, 1753, before he could comply with the requirements of
Sir Hans; but Mr. Morrison appears to have been able to comply sooner
than he expected, as the letter is dated February in the Scots
Magazine. It also stated that as he was likely to be ridiculed by many
of his own acquaintances, and as it was a thing the great world cared
little about, he would only publish his initials. What causes me to
recollect the date 25th September, of the above letter at this day is,
that I was born on that day and month.
The letters above referred to I believe are still in preservation, and
if I had an opportunity I would go myself and make a search for them.
They are in the possession of an aunt of mine who resides near
Stirling. If they have been destroyed it must have been within the
last few years, as I know she had them lying in a garret among a great
number of other old papers and books.
I forgot to say that there are descendants of Margt. Wingate above
referred to, of that name, who are shawl manufacturers in Glasgow, and
I have no doubt if they were communicated with they might in some way
or other verify the truth of the above statements. D. W. FORMAN.
And this is all we know of the great man who first found out the great
idea of electric thought-communication. He was "very bashful and
eccentric," crazy, devil-aided, a surgeon who never practiced surgery.
We can well believe the last. Who would trust the cure of his body to
a man who professed to be able to do such dreadful things? He was
either a rank impostor, or imagination shuddered to think what. One
may readily imagine the trembling mother drawing her brood around her
and looking upon the unhappy person with wrath and suspicion, who
ventured to suggest that the demon-doctor should be sent for to look
at her poor sick baby. Was it not a condition of the fiend that once a
year a child should be offered at the devil's sacrament? Poor "bashful
and eccentric" Morison. Readers smile sadly to think of him with his
idea, shyly shuffling along, while the parish minister perchance
stopped him to give• him solemn warning; while the wise, common-sense
spirits, too well taught to believe either in the old or the new,
tittered as he passed, and made jests which, witty or no, received
tremendous applause. The poet of the place made verses about him, no
doubt, and when the minister preached about the Witch of Endor every
eye in the church was turned upon him. At last, tired of it all, he
went away; he emigrated to the United States. Search is being made in
Virginia to see if he has left any traces there. We doubt if the
searchers will succeed. A man of his nature, if he makes an effort and
fails, rarely tries again. Probably his invention made his life in
Scotland so intolerable to him that he would ever afterwards seek to
bury himself and it from human investigation. Scotland, in 1753, to a
"very bashful and eccentric" man, with a great idea, must have seemed
a very considerable distance from heaven. At any rate, that is all we
know about him. These few stray lights fall upon what was certainly a
great and strange, and was probably a lonely and lovely nature. We
would fain know more. Scotsmen throughout the world must look with
reverence upon this brother Scot, whose name should be placed high on
the long roll of their illustrious dead. It may be that written or
oral tradition of him lingers hidden, dusty, and dim in manuscript or
memory. If such there be, and these lines meet the eye of anyone in
whose mind is the slightest hint of these hid treasures, we earnestly
entreat him to search diligently until he find them, and to
communicate with Allan Park Paton, Esq., the learned and well-known
librarian of the Greenock Library. This gentleman—the editor of that
Hamnet Shakespeare, so much regarded by actors and students, and so
well appreciated by the general public—has set himself with
characteristic zeal to rescue Morison's name from the waters of
oblivion that seem well nigh to have overcome it; for-,in the above
article of Sir David Brewster, and a passing allusion of Mr. Tyndal,
is summed up all the honour that has been paid to his memory. In a
glass frame, hung upon the walls of the noble Greenock Library, Mr.
Paton has, very lately, placed all that has been written about this
great unknown. Surely the people of Greenock will come to his help.
What a noble boast it would be of any town to be able to take
strangers and to point out to them two great monuments, placed side by
side, saying, "By the thoughts of these two men has the whole modern
world been more changed than in all the ten thousand years of old
history. These two sons of Greenock, born on this shore, bred beside
these hills, nurtured in our schools, mastered the two giant powers of
steam and electricity, and tamed them to obey man more perfectly than
ever plantation slave obeyed his master." Greenock people should
insist that henceforth their town be known as the birthplace of James
Watt and Charles Morison.