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England is a paradise for women, a prison for servants, and a hell or purgatory for horses. The society was very simple compared with the complex condition of ours, and yet it had more striking contrasts, and was a singular mixture of downrightness and artificiality; plainness and rudeness of speech went with the utmost artificiality of dress and manner. It is curious to note the insular, not to say provincial, character of the people even three centuries ago. When the Londoners saw a foreigner very well made or particularly handsome, they were accustomed to say,
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It is a pity he is not an ENGLISHMAN. It is pleasant, I say, to trace this