Visual Communication in the 19th century
Wednesday, February 28th, 2007When was the last time someone wrote a poem about a walkman, email, or Beta Max? Apparently, this guy below was quite attached to the Chappe light telegraph. This poem was written in the late 19th century.
What’s with you, my old telegraph
At the top of your old steeple
As stem as an epitaph
As still as a stout boulder
Life has passed you by
Scientists had warned you
And when the pomp is gone
Neither flatterers, nor friends abound
In the old days you were the marvel
And we stood amazed
To see Marseilles in a single day
Dispatch a few words to Paris
You were the wonder of our age
Children in awe, we wished
We could decode that silent tongue
When your bewitching arms
Carried over the paling horizon
Diplomatic lies
Lost in the fog
Now in only one second
North converses with South
Lightning crosses the world
On a twig or rounded wire
Quoted by L. Barray, Histoire de la filigraphie a Argentan (1912).










