Constitution, such as it may be, was made here, not there; went
over with them from the Old-Puritan English workshop ready-made.
Deduct what they carried with them from England
ready-made,--their common English Language, and that same
Constitution, or rather elixir of constitutions, their inveterate
and now, as it were, inborn reverence for the Constable's Staff;
two quite immense attainments, which England had to spend much
blood, and valiant sweat of brow and brain, for centuries long,
in achieving;--and what new elements of polity or nationhood,
what noble new phasis of human arrangement, or social device
worthy of Prometheus or of Epimetheus, yet comes to light in
America? Cotton crops and Indian corn and dollars come to light;
and half a world of untilled land, where populations that respect
the constable can live, for the present _without_ Government:
this comes to light; and the profound sorrow of all nobler
hearts, here uttering itself as silent patient unspeakable ennui,
there coming out as vague elegiac wailings, that there is still
next to nothing more. "Anarchy _plus_ a street-constable:" that
also is anarchic to me, and other than quite lovely!

I foresee, too, that, long before the waste lands are full, the
very street-constable, on these poor terms, will have become
impossible: without the waste lands, as here in our Europe, I do
not see how he could continue possible many weeks. Cease to brag
to me of America, and its model institutions and constitutions.
To men in their sleep there is nothing granted in this world:
nothing, or as good as nothing, to men that sit idly caucusing
and ballot-boxing on the graves of their heroic ancestors,
saying, "It is well, it is well!" Corn and bacon are granted:
not a very sublime boon, on such conditions; a boon moreover