learning too sadly; culture with them is an accomplishment rather
than an atmosphere; their "Hub," as they call it, is the paradise
of prigs. Chicago is a sort of monster-shop, full of bustle and
bores. Political life at Washington is like political life in a
suburban vestry. Baltimore is amusing for a week, but Philadelphia
is dreadfully provincial; and though one can dine in New York one
could not dwell there. Better the Far West with its grizzly bears
and its untamed cowboys, its free open-air life and its free open-
air manners, its boundless prairie and its boundless mendacity!
This is what Buffalo Bill is going to bring to London; and we have
no doubt that London will fully appreciate his show.

With regard to Mrs. Brown-Potter, as acting is no longer considered
absolutely essential for success on the English stage, there is
really no reason why the pretty bright-eyed lady who charmed us all
last June by her merry laugh and her nonchalant ways, should not--
to borrow an expression from her native language--make a big boom
and paint the town red. We sincerely hope she will; for, on the
whole, the American invasion has done English society a great deal
of good. American women are bright, clever, and wonderfully
cosmopolitan. Their patriotic feelings are limited to an
admiration for Niagara and a regret for the Elevated Railway; and,
unlike the men, they never bore us with Bunkers Hill. They take
their dresses from Paris and their manners from Piccadilly, and
wear both charmingly. They have a quaint pertness, a delightful
conceit, a native self-assertion. They insist on being paid
compliments and have almost succeeded in making Englishmen
eloquent. For our aristocracy they have an ardent admiration; they
adore titles and are a permanent blow to Republican principles. In
the art of amusing men they are adepts, both by nature and