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A Story About Professor Morse

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Day
3
Month
May
Year
1872
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Public Domain
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From the Washington Capital. We happened to meet Col. Strotlier, [ie famous Porto Crayon, and the talk urning, as usual, upon Moree, the Colon1 said : " X knew liim well. I took lessons unor him in drawing and painting. I ürst aw him when he was a competitor for ie remaining panel in the rotunda of ie Capítol. I thought theu he ought to ïave had it. I think se jet. He wasnot groat artist, but he was enough one to i(! us from ridicule. Toe job was given ;o Mr. Powell. Gen. Schenck did that. The General probably did not know one )icture from another, but Mr. Powell was his constituent, and he believed, did chenek, that something in the way of rt should be dono for tho Miami botoms, so he worked at it till he got the omniission. "And one day," said we, "Congress will give Gen. Schenck jicrmissiou to ro move that terrible product of the Miami jottoms. But about Morse. "Well, I engaged to become his pupil, a ..u,„j..iij neut io aex lorkand bund him in a room on University 5lace. He hud three other pupils, and I oon found that our Professor had very ttle. I paid my fifty dollars that seted for one quitrter's instruction. Morse vas a faithful teacher, and took as muoh iterest in our progress, more, indeed, hui we did ourselves. But he was vory oor. 1 remeinber that whf-n my seeond quarter's pay was due him it did not come as toon as expectod, and one day the Professor came in and said courieously : "'Well, Strother, my boy, how are we off for money 'r' " 'Why, Professor,' I answered, 'I am sorry to say I have been disappointed ; but I txpect a remittance next week.' " 'Next week,' he repeated, sadly ; ' I shall be dead by that time.' " 'Dead, sir r " 'Yes, dead of starvation.' " I was distressed and astonished. I said hnrriedlj , ' Would ten dollars be of any service 'r' " 'Ten dollars would save my life ; that is all that. it would do.' " I paid the money, all that I had, and we dined together. It was a modest mea], but good, and after we had finish ed, he said : " 'This is my first meal for twenty-four hours. Strother, don't be an artist. It means beggary . Your life is dopendent upon people who know nothing of your art, and care nothinü for you. A house dog lives better, and the very sensitiveness that stimulates him to work keeps him alivo to sufferiug.' " I remaiued with Professor Morse three yearp, and then we sejiarated. f5ome years after I met him on Broadway one duy. He was about the same as bef ore, a trille older, and perhaps somewhat ruddier. I asked him how he wasgettingon with his painting, and ho told me that he had abandoned it; that hehad something better, he lelieved, and told me about his proposed telegraph. I accompanied him to his room, and tliere found several miles of wire twisted about, and the battory, which he explained to me. His pietures, finished and untinished, werelying about, covercd with duet. after, Congress made an appropriation, and Morse waa on tho high road to wealth and immortality."

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