Max O'Rell, in this volume of impressions of America and the Americans, gives us the brightest and best work he has yet done. While often severe, he is always kind. Altogether the book is very lively reading and will unquestionably excite the interest of every American citizen who wants to know what a keen-eyed, intelligent, and witty Frenchman has to say of him and of his country.
liged to keep an eye on the rascals."
However, the sun can now travel from New York to San Francisco, and light, on his passage, a free nation which, for the last hundred years, has been pretty successful in her efforts to get on in the world without John Bull's protection.
From east to west, America stretches over a breadth of more than three thousand miles. Here it is as well to put some readers on their guard, in case an American should one day ask them one of his favourite questions: "Where is the centre of America?" I myself imagined that, starting from New York and pushing westward, one would reach the extremity of America on arriving at San Francisco. Not so; and here Jonathan has you. He knows you are going to answer wrongly; and if you want to please him, you must let yourself be caught in this little trap, because it will give him such satisfaction to put you right. At San Francisco, it appears you are not quite half-way, and the centre of America is really the Pacific Ocean. Jonathan