Then our Boston
friend turns to me again, says that “it is vulgar people from the large cities who have given Mr. Arnold
his dislike of American manners,” and adds, that “if it should ever happen that hard destiny should force Mr. Arnold
to cross the Atlantic
,” I should find “in the smaller cities of the interior, in the northern, middle, and southwestern states, an elegant and simple social order, as entirely unknown in England
, or Italy
, as the private life of the dukes or princes of the blood is unknown in America
Yes, I “should find a manner of life belonging to the highest civilization, in towns, in counties, and in states whose names had never been heard” by me; and, if I could take the writer in the Atlantic Monthly
to see it along with me, it would do him, says his compatriot, a great deal of good.
I do not remember to have anywhere, in my too numerous writings, spoken of American manners as vulgar, or to have expressed my dislike of them.
I have long accustomed myself to regard the people of the United States
as just the same people with ourselves, as simply “the English
on the other side of the Atlantic
The ethnology of that American diplomatist, who the other day assured a Berlin audience