Mr. Morse said to him:--
"When you arrive in sight of dear America, bless it for me.
"And when you land, kiss the very ground for me.
"Land of lands! Oh, that all our country-men would but know their
blessings!
"God hath not dealt so with any nation.
"We ought to be the best, as well as the happiest and most
prosperous of all nations.
"Nor should we forget to whom we are in debt for all these
blessings.
"'Righteousness exalteth a nation, but sin is a reproach to any
nation.'"
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There were still many hard things for Mr. Morse to endure.
Wicked men tried to steal his invention from him.
They pretended to have invented telegraphs.
The nations of Europe did not treat him justly.
But, little by little, the telegraph lines were built over the
country.
Little, by little, the world came to know and love the name of
Samuel F.B. Morse.
Honors of all sorts were given him.
But, through all, he was the same kind, patient man.
The Sultan of Turkey was the first foreign prince to honor Mr.
Morse.
But he was followed by many others.
You have noticed that Mr. Morse never had a chance to enjoy a home.
In 1847, he bought a beautiful home upon the Hudson.
In the following year he married Miss Griswold, a lady born at Sault
Ste. Marie.
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