Their whole minds are absorbed in trade; barter and gain and interest are all they understand.

If I could have painted a picture for half a guinea by which they could have made twenty whilst I starved, _I could have starved_.
Secondly, the virulence of national prejudice which rages now with tenfold acrimony.

They no longer despise, they hate, the Americans.

The battle on Champlain and before Flattsburgh has decided the business; the moans and bewailings for this business are really, to an American, quite comforting after their arrogant boasting of reducing us to unconditional submission.
Is it strange that I should feel a little the effects of this universal hatred?
I have felt it, and I have left Bristol after six months' perfect neglect.

After having been invited there with promises of success, I have had the mortification to leave it without having, from Bristol, a single commission.