Among the Americans and A Stranger in America
George Holyoake
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(, Oct. 24, 2013)
The portion of these pages entitled “Among the Americans,” waswritten for the Manchester “Co-operative News.” Messrs. Belford,Clarke & Co. do me the honor to reprint these papers here, togetherwith the article contributed to the “Nineteenth Century,” entitled, “AStranger in America,” and they have generously and voluntarilyagreed to give me a fair share of the profits that may accruetherefrom. As they are pleased to think the papers will interest theAmerican people, among whom I spent happy months, I should feelindebted to them did no advantage come to me thereby. I will notconceal that their honorable offer does not decrease my satisfaction;and I have to acknowledge that the “New York Tribune” and the“Index,” of Boston, which has published passages from theseChapters, have treated me in the same handsome manner.John Bull, in his solid, bovine way, does make steady progress afterhis kind. But his dietary, consisting of precedents, is not verystimulating, and he takes a long time chewing the cud of progress.Like the oxen of Cuyp, he stands meditating over the hedge of hisverdant little island, looking as though he was going to think: but heis so long about it that the spectator never feels sure that he does it.If anybody in England proposes to do a new thing, everybodyexclaims, like Lord Melbourne, “Can you not let if alone? If you do iteverybody will do it.” But everybody does not do it. England is acountry where nothing leads to anything, and anything leads tonothing.Three centuries ago the Reformation broke out, when it waspredicted that everybody would come to have ideas of his own. Afew new creeds flew into the air and alighted upon ledges in the oldrocks of opinion, where they have nestled in inadventurous content,and the groves of thought have seldom since been enlivened by newbrightness of plumage or cheered by varieties of song. Therepublican equality and the republican freedom of America, withtheir infinite incentives and fertility of aspirations, were to me as a land of new color and new notes, where the minds of the people, likekeyless watches, wind themselves up and always keep going. Ishould have been glad to live there for years, so as to write about it;as it is, I content myself with relating a few of the things which Inoticed.It is not intended that these papers, now collected into a book form,should be regarded as a “book upon America.” That would be avery absurd pretension. These pages are the story of nearly fourmonths travel, and if I had been in America four years I should notthink myself competent to write a “book about America.” Only anex-President could write that in a complete way. When I returnedhome my friends naturally asked me what I thought of a country Ihad never seen before. What I have written is what I told them. It isa mere fireside story of what interested me.G. J. H.NEWCASTLE CHAMBERS,Essex St., Temple Bar.London, April, 1881.