
Robert Fulton (1765-1815) is most famous for inventing the first commercially successful steamship, which made commuting around our island metropolis a great deal more efficient. (the Fulton streets in Brooklyn and Manhattan are named for him, in case that's not obvious).
He also developed one of the first submarines, for Napoleon, no less. One of his lesser known accomplishments is that he also developed one of the first torpedoes, and was the first to give the weapon that name. After testing the weapon in France and England (and failing to get support from those regimes), Fulton came to the States and managed to wrangle some funding out of Congress. He conducted tests at the Brooklyn Navy Yard in 1810, but was unable to convince the Navy that the weapon was worthy of further investment.
Fulton was way ahead of his time on this one, and the the concept was "a popular subject of ridicule, both in social circles and in the press," according to an 1898
Eagle article recalling the weapon's history.
A year after the Brooklyn Navy Yard tests, Fulton sent a letter in verse to Napoleon's infant son in which he playfully asked for more backing from the "great King." Excerpts are printed below:
The plan, my lord, which I have hit on
Will quite destroy the pride of Britain;
'Twill send her navy to the devil
And bring her to your nation's level
The great torpedoes I prepare
Will blow her ships up in the air
And every man of war will soon
Ascend just like a vast balloon…
Let not the greatness of my plan
Lead you to think 'tis not for man
To accomplish such a vast design
As that which I avow is mine
I wish you only to retrace
What revolutions have ta'en place
Not those which made your father king
(I would not speak of such a thing)
But those which learned scribes disclose
As science an invention rose
Reflect, sir, powder was invented
And then, sir, you must feel contented…
Observe, great King, I am not greedy
Though truth to say, I'm rather needy
And prosecuting these great labors,
Have been annoy'd much by my neighbors
Who, jeering oft, my feelings hurt,
Because I go without a shirt
For this, sure no man ought to flout one
Even you, great King, were born without one...
Fulton Fired One of First Torpedoes [Brooklyn Daily Eagle]
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