A YANKEE PROFESSOR gr 



Randall and his residence from the circumstance I 

 am about to relate. 



Whilst returning home, in the compartment of 

 the railway carriage, I encountered a remarkable- 

 looking elderly man with considerable conversational 

 powers, who was accompanied by his wife. There 

 were three other ladies in the carriage, and myself. 

 The gentleman was expatiating on what he had 

 seen since he had been in England. He informed 

 me that he was a Professor of Literature at a 

 university in Baltimore, U.S.A., and was desirous 

 of recording his views and opinions of England on 

 his return to ' Amerca ' (sic). Although his stay in 

 this country had been short, he had already obtained 

 much valuable information. I listened with amused 

 interest to his remarks, especially as I found he 

 was explaining the difference between the English 

 farmers and those of the United States, and com- 

 paring their superior position with that of the belated 

 Britisher. ' I can assure you,' he said, addressing 

 the lady passengers, ' that our farmers eat meat 

 three times a day.' At this I pricked up my ears, 

 and when he went on to state he found ours as a 

 rule had animal food scarcely once a week, and con- 

 sidered they lived luxuriously if they got meat once 

 a day, I could not resist joining in the conversation. 

 I assured the professor that our farmers could eat 

 meat four times a day if they wished, to which 

 declaration he gave a firm, but courteous denial. 

 We arrived then within a mile of Evesham station, 

 and Mr. Randall's house and QTounds became visible 



