I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her endazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam. IT IS with feelings of deep regret that I observe the literary animosity daily growing up between England and America.
English travellers are the best and the worst in the world.
Hence, their travels are more honest and accurate, the more remote the country described. However I might be disposed to trust his probity, I dare not trust his prejudices. It has also been the peculiar lot of our country to be visited by the worst kind of English travellers. That such men should give prejudicial accounts of America is not a matter of surprise. The themes it offers for contemplation are too vast and elevated for their capacities.