elt quite out of place had they followed their triumphant allies back to Europe, in 1781, and inspected their way of living.
We can hardly wonder, on the other hand, that the accomplished French traveler, Philarbte Chasles, on visiting this country in 1851, looked through the land in despair at not finding a humorist, although the very boy of sixteen who stood near him at the rudder of a Mississippi steamboat may have been he who was destined to amuse the civilized world under the name of Mark Twain.
Toute l'amerique ne possede pas un humoriste.
Études sur la Litterature et les Moeurs des Anglo-Americains, Paris, 1851.
That which was, however, to astonish most seriously all European observers who were watching the dawn of the young American republic, was its presuming to develop itself in its own original way, and not conventionally.
It was destined, as Cicero said of ancient Rome, to produce its statesmen and orators first, and its poets later.
Literature was not inclined to