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CULl'URE AND PROGRESS. 
go occasionally to the very foundations. If in one 
tain^ng ^count of the Dancing Sdiool in Tavistock 
o^ervatirs upo^En^isriTfe L chractrwhkh 
have been made by any American. 
by any painful sense of inferiority in the presence 
of the mighty and the immemorial. There is no 
to himself in the treatment of his subject. 
We speak of the new touch that is rec 
sciousness of the book is one of 
is a naivete which is not the origi 
nor is it, on the 
‘ Oh, this is you ! ’ and ‘ I have heard of you before.’ 
I once went upon a visit to a friend of mine, who 
mustering i^a town in one of the western shires of 
and been to India. But he had come into his prop- 
erty, and was now a country squire, with a large 
(What a fine old 1 
play “Yankee Doodle,” but I find they c 
it’ ‘How good of you! ’I exclaimed, c 
the mention of : 
for the diplomatists. ’ As I sat thire listening to his 
British swell is analyzed in 
to persons in a c 
the exercise of 
ng reverie to the test of^ 
is to the shop-boy, and 
above^; but they^will, too, fed^ some bitter m their 
