I suppose you have there a brilliant society; numbers of poets, scholars, philosophers, statesmen, all up and down Beacon Street.

Your evenings must be sparkling.

Your press must scintillate.

How is it that we New Yorkers never hear of it?
We don't go much into your society; but when we do, it doesn't seem so very much better than our own.

You are just like the rest of us.