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Who of us, having once chanced to see it, 

 can forget Du Maurier's admirable * On a 

 Certain Condescension in Foreigners ' ? 



' He : Oh, you're from America, are you ? 

 People often say to me : " Don't you dis- 

 like Americans ?" But I always say : " I 

 believe there are some very nice ones among 

 them." 



' She : Ah, I dare say there may be two 

 or three nice people amongst sixty millions.' 



The * Britisher ' who comes out here with 

 the idea that he can do as he likes in 

 America to employ his own expression 

 would do well to disabuse himself of that 

 belief with all the expedition of which he is 

 capable. 



Deny if you can, O candid reader, that 

 such a scene as the following, viewed on 

 Broadway, New York, at the fashionable 

 hour of the day, would not cause your 

 patriotic flesh to creep. You are, let us 

 say, one of the passengers in a crowded 

 cable-car. Suddenly you become aware that 

 there is some spectacle on the side-walk 

 which is attracting the attention of your 

 companions regulation New Yorkers, accus- 



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