American love of home.
It is common to say that love of home does not exist in America
— that it is not a supposable quality in a nation founded on immigration, and only kept contented by constant migration.
Nothing is easier than to misunderstand people, even whole races at a time.
We insist on saying that Frenchmen, for instance, have no love of their home because they call it chez moi
, forgetting that this moi
identifies the abode with its proprietor far more unequivocally than the English
You may speak of some one else as also having a home, but chez moi
can belong to the speaker alone.
So in regard to the selection of a place where to fix one's abode; we all assume that every Frenchman wishes to live in Paris
, when in truth almost every Frenchman, if born in the country, dreams always of retiring to a little estate of his own, where for the rest of his life he may patrol the woods in long gaiters, and occasionally shoot at a cock-sparrow.
We all observe this home-loving spirit in the French Canadians
, who are perhaps