210 THE REV. J. 0. WOOD. 



the luggage in my room. So you may travel from one end of the 

 States to the other, carry nothing but a hand-bag, and never bother 

 yourself about luggage. But there are no porters at the stations, so 

 that any small baggage you must carry yourself. 



It's an odd country in some things. In Maryland, no clergyman 

 or minister can accept a legacy without permission of the Governor ! 

 I prefer our " serfdom " to their " freedom." None of the clergy 

 here, or in America generally, wear clerical attire, except when on 

 duty. Even Dr. Phillips Brooks, of Trinity (who preached at West- 

 minster, St. Paul's, Osborne, &c.), wears a black tie on week-days. I 

 found myself as much an object of attention as if I had perambulated 

 Regent Street in a surplice and biretta. So I was perforce obliged to 

 conform to custom, and have modelled my costume on that of the 

 Episcopalian clergy. And, though no one may believe me, I do not 

 look a cad. The correct thing here is a black " sacque " coat (a sort 

 of hybrid between a coat and a cutaway), waistcoat buttoning nearly 

 to the throat, and filled in above with a broad black silk tie, so that 

 the shirt is wholly covered ; collars coming nearly round the neck, 

 and nearly covered by the coat. 



The black waiter comes in for a good deal of notice, 

 and seems to be a somewhat comical individual. Here 

 is the account of him given in the " log " : 



The black waiter is a queer being. He has not the least notion 

 that time is of any value, and cannot walk straight across the room 

 because he must diverge first to one side and then to another, and 

 wait in the middle to swing his legs and nourish his arms. The other 

 day, while walking down Tremont Street, I noticed in front of me a 

 very fashionable young woman. Presently she swung her right leg 

 round, and announced herself as a negress. The waiter can't keep 

 himself still. If he hands you a visitor's card on a salver, he is 

 obliged to keep the card down with his thumb, knowing that he can't 

 help whirling the salver round as he presents it, just as a girl whirls 

 a ball before throwing it. The other day, while bringing the salt- 

 cellar for which someone had asked, the waiter chucked the salt high 

 in air, and as it descended in a shower on the table was so frightened 

 that he followed suit with the salt-cellar, which fell upside down on 



