least, to select our own teachers.
At this moment we go to France
for our art and to Germany
for our science as completely as if there were no such nation as England
in the world.
In literature the tie is far closer with what used to be called the mother country, and this because of the identity of language.
All retrospective English literature—that is, all literature more than a century or two old—is common to the two countries.
All contemporary literature cannot yet be judged, because it is contemporary.
The time may come when not a line of current English poetry may remain except the four quatrains hung up in St. Margaret's Church and when the Matthew Arnold
's imaginary New Zealand
may find with surprise that Whittier
produced something more worthy of that accidental immortality than Browning
The time may come when a careful study of even the despised American newspapers may reveal them to have been in one respect nearer to a high civilization than any of their European
compeers; since the leading American literary journals criticise their own contributors