THE ENGLISH TOUEIST, 
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for our life we can’t understand an Englishman two steps off, 
his language is so minced and disguised by ridiculous effem¬ 
inacy of pronunciation, by hemming and hawing, and all 
sorts of mannerisms—so shorn of its wholesome strength by 
the utter absence of simplicity and directness; to which he 
responds by asking us where we got our English from ; which 
we answer by saying we got it from the people who first set¬ 
tled in America, but improved upon it a good deal after the 
Declaration of Independence. In this way we never want 
for subjects of conversation, and we find upon the whole that 
the English tourist is a very good sort of fellow at heart, with 
just about the same amount of folly that is incident to human 
nature generally, and not more than we might find in ourselves 
by looking inward. Bromley is but a single specimen—a 
man of many fine qualities, pleasant and companionable, 
when one becomes accustomed to his affectation. I have 
met others of a different stamp—hut here we are in the Dar¬ 
danelles ; the chain runs out; the gale whistles madly against 
TOWN OF RHODES. 
