Sure enough, I went into the Telegraph rooms where some twenty of my own children (beautifully made) were chatting and chattering as in American offices.

I could not but think of the contrast in that same building, even as late as 1845, when the clumsy semaphore was still in use, and but a single line of electric wire, an experimental one to Rouen, was in existence in France....

When we left Paris we took a courier, William Carter, an Englishman, whom thus far we find to be everything we could wish, active, vigilant, intelligent, honest and obliging.

As soon as he learned who I was he made diligent use of his information, and wherever I travelled it was along the lines of the Telegraph.

The telegraph posts seemed to be posted to present arms (shall I say ?) as I passed, and the lines of conductors were constantly stooping and curtsying to me.