and Western, Northern and Southern, is often very much like that between Englishmen and Americans
; it is not fraternal, but critical, almost satirical--“a little more than kin and less than kind.”
the very compliments given to an American are apt to sting.
If he does not speak through his nose or talk like Bret Harte
's heroes, he is regarded as exceptional.
“You an American!-I give you my word of honor I never should have suspected it.”
These words, which he is equally liable to hear from his host, his tailor, and the waiting-maid at his inn, are more annoying than any personal censure, and make him long for a moment to tilt his chair, to put his feet on the table, to do anything that shall free him from being thus complimented at the expense of his race.
And yet this class of remarks may be constantly heard in our own cities as regards strangers from some other city.
When a lady visiting Boston
is kindly assured that no one would suppose her to be Western, or one visiting Chicago
is gently vindicated from the charge of being Eastern, it is as insulting as the unconscious insolence of these English remarks.
We are all Americans
; the honors of one are the honors of all; the discredit of one is the discredit of everybody.
If in various parts of the country we have a variety of gestures, intonations, phrases, manners, it is that we