For every English writer they have an American writer to match; and him good Americans
The Western States are at this moment being nourished and formed, we hear, on the novels of a native author called Roe
, instead of those of Scott
Far from admitting that their average man is a danger, and that his predominance has brought about a plentiful lack of refinement, distinction, and beauty, they declare in the words of my friend Colonel Higginson
, a prominent critic at Boston
, that “Nature said, some years since: ‘Thus far the English
is my best race, but we have had Englishmen enough; put in one drop more of nervous fluid and make the American
” And with that drop a new range of promise opened on the human race, and a lighter, finer, more highly organized type of mankind was born.
Far from admitting that the American
accent, as the pressure of their climate and of their average man has made it, is a thing to be striven against, they assure one another that it is the right accent, the standard English speech of the future.
It reminds me of a thing in Smollet's dinner-party of authors.
Seated by “the philosopher who is writing a most orthodox refutation of Bolingbroke
, but in the meantime has just been presented to the Grand Jury
as a public nuisance for having ”