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kindness to a stranger, but on my assuring him that I had been the recipient of manifold acts of kindness, he replied, “After all there is much in the way of accosting people !".
I had beard Lavine, a young American friend, tell of his adventures with London sharpers, but now I myself came
Ι very near being taken in by a Trans-Atlantic member of the fraternity. On Sunday afternoon there came into the
pew in which I was sitting, a person with his arm in a sling. When service was over I held open the door for him to pass out, upon which he thanked me, saying that he bore a commission as Lieutenant in the United States navy, and had hurt his arm by a fall, while setting an example aloft to his seamen. The conversation was continued as we walked away from the church. The following are jottings of the story which he told me, given merely to show the ingenuity of these fellows. Though a great rogue, the deputy-Lieutenant was a clever man. He was a Briton by birth, of good Lincolnshire family, and educated at Oxford; having quarrelled with his father, he ran away to sea. In crossing the Atlantic he was fortunate enough to attract the Captain's notice. By him he was sent to the United States Academy, and then entered the navy. He is very proud of his profession—has been all over the world, -during the war was in 24 actions, and won Mr. Lincoln's gold medal. Pointing to one which was no doubt an imitation of the real medal, he said, “neither John Bull nor the United States have riches enough to buy it from me; it shall be by me transmitted to posterity as a precious heir-loom." The next step in this wonderful ladder was an attendance at our Queen's drawing-room. His sisters and brother recognised him at the Court Ball and came up to speak; one of his sisters fainted. Lieutenant Morgan has not written his family for 20 years and holds no communication with them. He spoke of Admiral Farragut’s European progress, and holds that the United States is the strongest power in the world ; yet professes to respect me all the more for defending my own fag. He ridiculed the French line of Atlantic steamers, saying that with 10 of his blue jackets he would do the work, at sea, of 20 or 25 French sailors on the “ Ville de Paris” in a storm. He wound up this remarkable story by asking me to go down to the Navy Yard on the morrow, when he would have a boat manned and show me round. A little fault in his replies when I pressed him for the name of his father's country seat in Lincolnshire, induced me before receiving further advances, to go down to the Navy Yard and trace the matter out. Arrived there, in the presence of the real officers, I found bow
The greater glory doth out-dim the less,
Until a king be by. Fine, manly fellows were the men who had won a right to wear Uncle Sam's uniform. By a careful examination of the service-lists, I found that Lieutenant Morgan was a myth, his story an imposture. The gentlemen in blue uniforms laughed heartily at the attempt that had been made to take in “ Johnny Bull;" they said at once to me “ You are an Englishman, ain't you" ? and then, “ have you lent him any money ?” “ for these Yankees will pull the teeth out of your head before you know it." This little by-play. over, they showed me every kindness, and on leaving them, again warned me to be on my guard, “ for your would-be friend is sure to turn up again, if you ain't on the alert."
I left the good Philadelphians in a most hospitable mood and in excellent countenance, for they were entertaining my countrymen, the “All England Eleven;" and the Saxons of both hemispheres were batting and bowling like a band of brothers.
da E are not the first visitors to Maryland. Hither,
nearly two hundred and forty years ago, came Lord Baltimore, and founded the city which bears his
As the Huguenot families who flocked into Carolina have transmitted the old honoured names to American descendants, so you find in Maryland familiar names, which are held by English Catholic Gentry. You do not more surely find Ravenels and Vandaleurs, Remberts and Duboscs in the Palmetto State, than Vernons and Herberts in Maryland. Though the Catholic colony soon became “ a land of sanctuary,” and Protestant settlers came over its borders, the old faith is still held by its aristocratic families. Virginia is not prouder of its “F.F.V's” than Maryland of its “F.F.M's.” While across the Potomac and eastward of the Shenandoah you find Randalls and Purcells, Raleighs and Fairfaxes, names which have the true ring of Elizabethan times about them; so at Baltimore and along the “ Eastern shore” Nortons and Berkleys, L'Estranges and Temples are mingled with those of German and Swedish origin.
We know there are glades in the forest into which the sun never seems to penetrate; cool, leaf-screened grottos they are, in which we should not know how a meridian glory without is steeping the world in light, save for a
few stray glints of sunshine that straggle through the green canopy. So in Maryland. Between the waters of the Chesapeake and the Atlantic there dwelt a race, Americans, and yet not Americans. Men who seemed to have been bred in Westmorland Manor-houses and Northumbrian halls, and then grafted into Maryland, with shoots of democracy and slavery combined. Northward their neighbours were racing and hurrying ; southward their compatriots were sleeping; here on the “Eastern shore” they were alive and well, and resting. Nature gave them plenty, fisheries and corn-lands and forests; the black race were their servants, and the good men followed slowly, if they followed at all the “almighty dollar.” They could talk fondly of monarchies, and almost lovingly of French Henrietta Maria
– for them heraldry had a charm. Yet withal these patriarchs ate not the bread of idleness ;—the father watched his maize-fields and cotton-blooms, the young men took their guns into the forest, or drew the seines of their negro fishermen, while the ladies hovered between memories of the old country and enthusiastic patriotism; and amid all quietly governed the household and the “people."
The descendants of good Friend Penn and my Lord Baltimore could not exactly settle the boundaries of their estates ; & rather weighty matter seeing that the properties together embraced an area equal to England and Wales ; so they sent over two commissioners to survey the ground and fix lines of division. Hence sprung into existence “Mason and Dixon's line,” the acknowledged boundary between the two States of Maryland and Pennsylvania ; yet further it became the dividing line between free soil and slave soil. That line has now been washed out in blood. It is but ten years ago