DICK.
NEW YORK, August 1891.

From The Pall Mall Budget Gazette.
"The Americans are saying, by the way, that they have discovered a Rudyard Kipling of their own.

This is Mr.Richard Harding Davis, a volume of whose stories has been published this week by Mr.Osgood.
Mr.Davis is only twenty-six, was for sometime on the staff of the New York Evening Sun.

He is now the editor of Harper's Weekly." That is me.

I have also a mother and sister who once went to London and what do you think they first went to see, in London, mind you.
They got into a four wheeler and they said "cabby drive as fast as you can," not knowing that four wheelers never go faster than a dead march--" to-- "where do you think?
St.Paul's, the Temple, the Abbey, their lodgings, the Houses of Parliament--the Pavilion Music Hall--the Tower--no to none of these--"To the Post Office." That is what my mother and sister did! After this when they hint that they would like to go again and say "these muffins are not English muffins" and "do you remember the little Inn at Chester, ah, those were happy days," I will say, "And do you remember the Post Office in Edinburgh and London.