Nothing that can be taught a growing youth is like the atmospheric knowledge he breathes from his infancy upwards.

The American baby sucks in freedom with the milk of the breast at which he hangs.
-- That's a good joke,--said the young fellow John,--considerin' it commonly belongs to a female Paddy.
I thought--I will not be certain--that the Little Gentleman winked, as if he had been hit somewhere--as I have no doubt Dr.Darwin did when the wooden-spoon suggestion upset his theory about why, etc.

If he winked, however, he did not dodge.
A lively comment!--he said .-- But Rome, in her great founder, sucked the blood of empire out of the dugs of a brute, Sir! The Milesian wet-nurse is only a convenient vessel through which the American infant gets the life-blood of this virgin soil, Sir, that is making man over again, on the sunset pattern! You don't think what we are doing and going to do here.

Why, Sir, while commentators are bothering themselves with interpretation of prophecies, we have got the new heavens and the new earth over us and under us! Was there ever anything in Italy, I should like to know, like a Boston sunset?
-- This time there was a laugh, and the little man himself almost smiled.
Yes,--Boston sunsets;--perhaps they're as good in some other places, but I know 'em best here.

Anyhow, the American skies are different from anything they see in the Old World.