ancestral ties run all in the other direction; no European
crosses the Atlantic
to visit the tomb of his great-grandfather.
But not only do we go to Europe
for that pious aim: the fifty-six thousand Christian Endeavorers
who lately visited Boston
spent a large part of their time in the old cemeteries; they might be seen in all directions taking duplicate charcoal impressions of the tombstones of John Hancock and Paul Revere
's parents and the somewhat mythical Mother Goose
The historic impulse, unlike the star of empire, takes its way eastward; we go back to the regions our fathers deserted, precisely because they deserted them.
The feeling of our newer States towards the older ones is like that of the inhabitants of those older States towards Europe
, a mingling of filial affection and jealousy.
In the popular Chicago
tale of Sweet Clover
a young girl says, sadly, “I wonder if I shall ever go East; to New York, Boston
, I should like them to be something beside names to me-but what an idea!”
This is essentially the feeling with which other Americans
look towards Europe
It is when the ties of literary association begin to form that older and newer communities come to be more on an equality.