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the chief steward and they banged them on the table in front of us, and at a third signal they all grabbed the pewter covers and with a great clutter hurried into the pantry. There was nothing cheerful or inspiring on this voyage and I was glad when the coast of Ireland was dimly discernable under the gray sky. It has always struck me that to a citizen of the U.S there was nothing winning about England. I have tried in my fashionable moments of callow youth to adapt myself to its smart tailors, and clumsy leather bags and trunks. Indeed, for many years I had an account with a tailor in Hanover Square and tried vainly to adapt myself to the unsympathetic form of their fashionable garments, but aside from the thoroughness of their weave and the tenacity with which their seams and buttons were sewed on, their virtues did not attract