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of common consent, refraining from saying anything likely to bring out our Englishman, whose real character we had read at the beginning, lest Miss T- should commence upon him too soon and too severely. Notwithstanding our care and forbearance, however, in sundry little acts and trifling remarks, both he and his wife manifested their contempt for us and every thing else appertaining to our country. At last, this bold assertion plumped itself out, as we were eating our dessert one day at dinner.

“ I have seen but few polished gentlemen since my arrival in this country; and they were Englishmen.”

I felt my blood warm, but said nothing; for I knew that speech wouldn't go unanswered.

“ You have been fortunate," said Miss T-with a smile so bland that it covered the bitterness lurking beneath. “I have lived in this country all my life, and have never yet seen an English ‘gentleman. I believe they rarely if ever come to the United States."

R-- looked bewildered. He did not exactly comprehend the remark of Miss T

“Oh, yes;" he replied,“ many of them come over. I have met numbers since my arrival here."

“ I have heard a great deal about a real English gentleman," retorted Miss T-, “and would give much to see one. But, as I said before, I am aware that they rarely if ever leave home, and then only for a short time, as travellers. Your ordinary Englishmen, I find to be much inferior to Americans of the same grade in society in all that goes to make up the true gentle. man."

There was no insult, no rebuke in the tone of voice with which this was uttered; but it was said with the coldness and gravity of the most matter-of-fact proposition.

R- did not know what to make of it. He could not get offended. And he was at a loss how to reply.

“A common mistake,” resumed Miss T 66 which I observe that most of your countrymen commit, is the assumption that there are no ladies and gentlemen natives of the United States. Your remark, just now, shows this to be your opinion. No doubt you are honest in this. But you are in error; as I trust you will one day discover. The mere man of formsthe gentleman, made so by birth in a certain family of rankextrinsic in every thing—is peculiar to England, I know. But in this country, no man is considered a true gentleman, who is not one at heart. Not being aware of this fact, has doubtless led you into the error so common to English residents here. But, the sooner you correct it, the better."

R— looked slightly confused, bowed, and remained silent.

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Miss T—- proceeded. She had got on a favorite subject, and meant to have her say out.

“I believe,” she went on, " that in England, birth only entitles a man to be called a gentleman.”

demurred a little, but did not deny the assertion point blank.

“ Therefore," resumed Miss T, “only men of rank and family-the titled few—are gentlemen. All below them may assume the airs of the privileged classes: may call themselves gentlemen and ladies, if they will; but none, not even those in their own grade, will acknowledge the claim. It is different in this country. Whoever is born a gentleman, be it in the richest mansion or the lowliest cot, is a gentleman through life; and all who come into close enough contact with him to perceive his quality, acknowledge his title. He is not a gentleman because he is a great monster of selfishness, requiring all to bow down and worship him, but because he thinks less of self than of others, and is ever ready to defer to others from a genuine regard for their good. Here, Mr. R-, is the difference between your gentlemen and ours. Our gentlemen may not have so high à polish as yours, but the gold of his character is finer, and he holds his title from Heaven. In this country, we clearly understand this difference; and it would be well for all of your countrymen if they understood it before coming over. It would save them from the well-deserved contempt they so often compel us to feel, when we would a thousand times rather regard them with respect for the good qualities they possess. It does not do for the middling classes from England to assume airs in the same grade of society here; we know, too well, what they are worth, and where they must ever remain at home. Here, every man, no matter how lowly born, if the germ of nobility be in him, may become a gentleman; there, people occupying your level must sigh for the distinction in vain."

R— was mute. Miss T- arose and left the table, as she closed the last sentence of her caustic speech, and we all followed her example. Neither at tea nor breakfast did - and his wife appear. When I came home at dinner time on the next day, I learned that they had obtained a new boarding house ; and I also, then learned, that, while in the house, they had, on several occasions, treated Mrs. D—g and her daughter with a superciliousness and contempt, that showed their small claim to good breeding. No doubt they behaved themselves a little better in their next boarding house.

I have selected this incident from dozens that have met my observation, because it not only shows one phase of the evil complained of, but because the strong reproof of Miss T

contains a wholesome lesson which Englishmen in this country would do well to learn.

I disclaim all feelings of illiberality, in what I have written. Good and true men-nature's noblemen—I honor, no matter what soil has given them birth. Englishmen, as Englishmen, I have no wish to insult, no desire to wound; but, if they will, as a class, in coming among us, so far forget themselves as to do violence to our love of country, by falsely disparaging us; and in season and out of season drawing unfavorable contrasts between society in England, and society in this country, they must not complain if we tell them the truth, in language so plain as not to be misunderstood ; and show them that gentlemen born in this country, possess higher claims to the distinction than gentlemen born in England,—the customs and laws of the two countries determining the endowments necessary for a claim to the title on either side of the Atlantic.

Let Englishmen come among us as men, willing that native worth shall have its full claim to distinction, and then we will honor them for the good they possess. But, if they still wish to keep up their home standard, and presume to estimate us thereby, they must not be angry if we weigh them in their own balances and pronounce them wanting.

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As I was on a journey late, a mental one I mean,
Around this mighty world of ours, I came upon a scene
Was so astonishing to see, so comic, grave, and grand,
I took my note-book out with haste, and clambered to a stand
Upon a heap of broken wares, a motley pile of things,
That seemed they might have once belonged to some old race of kings ;
And heaps on heaps were strewn about, as far as eye could scan,
Around the fields, along the streams, where'er the vision ran;
As if some crushing creditor had levied on the world,
And kingdoms, thrones, and diadems, were all to ruin hurled ;
Ill-gotten chattels of the powers that were compelled to “ fail,”
And were all brought together there for one stupendous sale!

What
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it mean, quoth I to one, this great grotesque array,
As though the peasant and the prince were made of kindred clay;
Methinks I see all equal here, the hamble and the proud,
Now, what hath moved these haughty heads to mingle in the crowd ?
And whence this huge chaotic mass, here piled on every hand ;
Magnificence and meanness strewn like wrecks along a strand ;
As, when some direful storm hath swept the surging ocean o'er,
Fleet, argosy, and tiny bark with ruins line the shore.

Then lifted he to whom I speak, a fixed and frowning eye,
As to rebuke such questioning, yet deigning no reply ;
For by the tokens at his feet, a crown, and broken mace,
Behold I was in audience with one of royal race !
Poor wanderer ! I pitying said, and prayed for him a prayer,
But quick he vanished in the throngs and rueful tumults there.
Oh, ye ancestral kingly shades, the Cymbri, Saxon, Gaul,
Mourn for the towering thrones ye reared to crush your race—and fall!
Mourn for the mighty arm that smote your majesty, and threw
Your idle splendour to the winds at that august vendue !

A venerable Patriarch arose as auctioneer,
And though so aged, still his voice could make all nations hear.
'Tis said he is the veteran that first began his trade
When sang the morning stars for joy, and this great globe was made;
And one could never doubt at all, he seemed so hale and well,
That he will live as long as there is aught on earth—to sell !
Upon the concourse as he looked, 'twas saddening to view
What wondrous work the withering glance of his keen eye could do,
A countless crowd was gathered there when his great sale began,
Yet every soul was made to feel the look of that Old Man !
How did he cause all knees to smite, all vigor to decay,
Turning to ashy hue the cheek, the glossy locks to grey.
The great of earth in vain combine against his potent will;
They build their temples, and their towers, but he destroys them still.
The very universe, 'tis said by some old sacred seer,
At last shall smoke beneath his touch, dissolve and disappear !
But his is not the Hand Supreme, a Mightier than he
Controls his devastating arm by Infinite decree;
And when his work shall be fulfilled, his sway will all be o'er :
The heavens and earth shall pass away, and he shall be no more !
Ah me, he is a dread old man, and there he stood and sold
The wrecks of empires with a heart malevolently cold;
Yet oft he gave a sigh or smile that still that word redeems,
To see beneath his hammer fall such sad and strange extremes.

Upon the shattered parapet of some old tower he sprang,
And, planting his red signal there, his thundering call outrang;
Ye multitudes give ear to me, this merchandise survey,
What bargains these for king and clown, what fortunes here to-day!
Oppression is all bankrupt now, and despot sway is done,
For in the Chancery of Heaven, lo, Freedom's plea hath won,
The famished world has payment claimed of its most righteous debt,
And Sheriff Revolution, hence, has palaces—“to let !"
All idle pomp, all princely state, all signs of Royal rule
Are going,-going, now, for man has spurned the kingly sehool,
And the stern lessons he has learned through many a weary page,
Matured to mighty action, ope the great Fraternal Age!

A tarnished bauble in his hand then lifted he on high,
And cried, Ye crownless Potentates, ye powerless princes,-buy!
'Tis somewhat faded, it is true, but still it is a crown,
I'll throw the iron sceptre in,-'tis going, -going,-down!
And here's the remnant of a throne,-ye sovereigns of the soil
Buy now the monster that devoured the products of your toil!
Once it was bright with burnished gold, with quaint devices graced,
But long its lustre has been dimmed, each emblem long defaced ;

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