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New York's idea of liberty. Thanks be to God 

 (and the City Police), we in London are slaves ! 



Equality! Yes, I can recall a case of equality 

 at Washington. While staying at the New 

 Willard, an admirable hostelry, the day after my 

 encounter on the street car, I scratched my cheek 

 on a pin that stuck upright in my pillow. Ringing 

 next morningr for the chambermaid that I might 

 give brief and soulful information on the difference 

 between a pillow and a pin-cushion, I showed her 

 a long and angry mark on my face. She might, 

 perhaps, have apologised, but she did not. Instead, 

 she hailed another servant employed on the same 

 corridor, and, putting her forefinger to the wound, 

 said, in a voice devoid of compassion and sueeestive, 

 rather, of the unemotional curiosity of a Sunday 

 visitor at the Natural History Museum, "Just 

 look at this man's face ! " There are moments 

 when to be called a man conveys a compliment ; 

 there are other moments when it does not. Any- 

 how, that is Washington's idea of equality. Long 

 live the editor of Debrett ! We at home are un- 

 equal. Long may we remain so ! It is best. 



Fraternity ! I once saw a cargo of brotherly 

 Republicans hustle their fellows off a gangway and 

 into the water without troubling to see whether 

 they swam or sank. We at home are cold, not 

 brotherly, but we do not shove fellow-creatures 

 into the possibility of sudden death without a 

 qualm. 



I was asked during my brief stay in New York 

 how I liked it. I was asked, perhaps, a score of 

 times. One gentleman connected with the press 

 even interviewed me on the subject before I was 



